Old Trystan looked out of his window, staring off into the mountains east of his tower home. He tasted the wind whistling through the stones of his workroom, then drew a sharp intake of breath. There was a sleeping malice[ building in the north east; a cloying force long dormant, but stirring...
"It's happening again," He thought as he turned away from the window. He slowly let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and shook his head. He surveyed his workroom, taking quick stock of the supplies he would need. In fifteen days time he would need to perform the ritual he thought he would never perform again... the ritual to preserve his life for yet another century. His heart ached at the realization, but what could he do? He was the last of his kind, the only surviving member of the Order Protectorate, and, once again, he had a job to do...
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So I had some ideas on how to overcome some of the criteria for this map. I've only just started, and this is what I have so far I hope you enjoy the process of discovery, as I will probably be discovering some new ways of doing things with this map.