Boar's Story
Winter is coming!
Cold winds have blown over the Sphere, they are driving up heavy leaden clouds and bringing frost that penetrates to the bones. Rare snow falls from the sky - it melts before reaching the ground, but soon the frost will get stronger and the snow will fall in full force. The holiday of the Snowy Twist is just around the corner, but the middle of winter is still far away, but for now...
In the meantime, the frost is getting stronger, and wild boars are emerging from their secluded rookeries. These ferocious beasts roam the Valley of Cold in search of food and attack anyone who dares to invade their domain. Don't underestimate these animals!
They are the embodiment of courage and fury, they are anger itself, ready to fall on those who dare to cross the borders of their lands! Any hunter knows that in the snowy forest there is no animal more dangerous than a wild boar! It’s not for nothing that they have long been attacked with special spears, and nothing else, because neither a leopard, nor a tiger, nor even a bear awakening in the middle of winter poses such a danger as a young hog defending its land!
This is the lot of youth - to rush into battle against anyone who dares to cross the line. But among the boars there are also wise animals. Those who have lived enough years in the world know that neither demon nor man pose a danger to their existence. The giants are busy with their wars, but the boars know the truth. They know that behind the snowstorm and the darkness of the winter night there is a real danger. Darkness, death and something much worse than death. And they, the boars, were the first to stand in the way of this darkness!
Adult boars, which have grown long tusks and stiff bristles that protect better than any armor, sometimes go out into the world and look for a warrior. It doesn't matter if it's human or demon, because it doesn't matter to them. They are ready to faithfully serve anyone who can put armor and a saddle on them and remain alive. And they will fight together with their warrior to the last drop of blood. Such boars are called Cleavers, and they always fight in the vanguard during the winter cold.
So arm yourself with courage and go to the snowy forests of the Valley of Cold to find and tame the faithful Cleaver. You will not find a truer friend or a fiercer warrior than this wild boar.
Grip your trusty ax tighter, pull your bristly helmet deeper, and go there, into the very center of winter, into the thick of the forest, into the camp of frosty monsters, to find and curb this beast. Cleaver. It will be hard. It will be hard. But you won't regret your choice, that's for sure.
