Welcome to Legends of Aventris.

I'm Derek Hudson and you're listening to Icebound.

Here's what happened last time.

I don't want to, do we have to do this?

Yeah, we do.

So start reading the scripts.

I'm going to go get your costumes from the others up there on the stage.

Finally, you must be the five.

Stop!

A man from all the way in the back of the auditorium.

Stop, ladies and gentlemen!

It has begun!

The lottery has begun!

You now see five figures, wrote, blotchy skin, four long tentacles coming down from around its,

from around their mouths, and eyes, golden yellow, like setting suns.

What is this?

And it's held there before levitating from the ground with these five Ilippid.

The center creature pulls out a dark-bladed dagger and with a swift motion slashes outward,

cutting through just the very crown of Sphlerosar's bald head.

He cries out and his eyes roll up and his body is turned, rotated, flipped upside

down. He watches his brains tumble out into the air like filling from a dumpling.

What is what was happening to me? What are you doing?

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