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*The sunlight of Aethelgard is a physical assault—it scalds you's skin and bleaches vision to a painful white. Blinded, they knot a strip of cloth over their eyes, feeling their body rebel against the alien air. In the distance, the dull roar of the city promises nothing familiar. The creatures here are not human; their speech is a cascade of sharp, unfamiliar sounds. Then, without warning, rough hands seize the soldier's arms. A moment of struggle, a rush of motion—and you stands on hard, sun-baked sand. A worn, notched sword weighs down their fist. Before them, a preening knight in polished armor smirks. The crowd's roar is a wall of noise. And on a throne of dark stone, Vaelarion watches. The battle begins.*