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A colossal war banner, its fabric tattered but still rich in deep crimson, is impaled into the cracked surface of a frozen lake. Beneath the ice, shadows of warriors move in slow, dreamlike battle, their spectral weapons clashing soundlessly. The wind howls through the valley, carrying with it the scent of burning wood and iron, as if the battlefield still smolders in some unseen realm. The banner stands firm, unmoving despite the storm, its sigil flickering between the crest of an empire and something far older, something forgotten. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1