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~Snow and Ice~ Amidst the snowy, vacant fields, aside from blowing windy yields, A village sits, upon the sprawl, where life moves, but at a crawl. The Laptev Smith, crafts a spear, that incites within, dread and fear, The frozen tip, a piercing white, and staff as dark as frigid night. For measly four hundred thousand gold, You can own the Ice and Cold, And pierce it through a wicked foe, and fill their heart, with freezing snow. As they freeze to a block of ice, your eyes will flash a winter white, The cold invades your very being, the scariest thing, you've ever seen. Return to Laptev, to return the spear, You can simply not escape the fear, "Ill take it back, but here's the fun, All sales final, and no refunds." Radgast | |