A wandering wind passes, sweeping around the trees. They rustle gently, like a light Spring wind. You awaken, with your senses confused. The memories are gone, and only your instincts remain.

Beside you is a clean new scroll, and within you find a interesting message:

"Herald! This is a call to arms! The realm is endangered, and all those of good ability are to seek the north isle as soon as possible."

A strange name arrives unbidden... Antigical, and with it, a feeling, a desire to adventure and explore...

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