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Your first memory is of cuddling with your nymph aunt and her singing to you and telling you the story of a great man, a man who would one day free monsters and rule a new world. What a silly song.
So, where are you now, you ask. Now you are on a mountain top, stairing out at nothing but bleak, baron landscape. The sounds of dying mens moans and the scream of tortured women reaches your ears but you can do nothing. You are not strong enough.
Or at least, that is what the voice told you. The voice told you to come here and no matter what you may hear, to stay here until she could come and nigotiate with you.