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Arium was an unforgiving Province. The people either strongly for one cause or another. They were rash, they were hard and they were as unforgiving as the land they lived in. They had to be. In a land like this one needed to know who one's enemies and who one's friends were.
Among the former, the primary choice was obvious. Vysstichi, there were few things that were more hated in the Province of Arium than the Vysstichi. In Nexus Prime they would be shot, killed. That was if they were lucky. If the mobs got a hold of their elfin frames, they would face a much less comfortable fate.
Perhaps the Province itself hated the Vysstichi as much as the people did, for from the west came the wind. Whistling across the knee deep snow. Driving cold and death with it. Beyond the safe confines of Nexus Prime lay the farmland, which stretched out for miles and miles in every direction. And beyond that, the dark woods of Arium.
The wind shrieked, bringing with it the snow, which painted a sharp contrast to the darkening clouds up above. With wind like this, and the snow coming down, any honest Ariumite would know it was time to find shelter and get out of the wind.
Though, the question was, where could one find shelter out here?
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