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The Crab welcomes you, your soul taking its place along the shore. It's claws snap at every wave, an impossible task. And yet still its stands firm and unyielding. You knew not why it faced such hardship, seemingly alone. But now it would not be, for your soul was with it, even as a great wave rises up to swallow you both-
The scene changes, shifts around you, and it is not a cresting wave that threatens to swallow the shore, but a great evil, a foul tainted land that stretches out before you, creatures of twisted, unholy origin throwing themselves uncaring against a great wall that you stand upon. Their bodies pile high, reaching ever upwards, and they clamber up towards you, screaming for your blood, your life, your very soul.
The Crab is no longer a Crab, but a Warrior, adorned in armor of deepest blue, in his hands a great club of solid wood and studded jade, shining brilliant green against the foul black of this place. He bellows defiance as the things drag themselves over the wall, and you bellow with him, charging foward to bring death to these things that should not be-
The Crab is no longer a Crab, but a Scout, dressed in simple armor, a bow in her hands. She stalks beyond the distant wall, silent and skilled, passing without notice by these things that would hunt her. Her dour face speaks of great loss, but still she presses on, grim duty giving strength where hope falters. You stalk with her, hunting, not for the death of these endless evils, but for knowledge, that your brothers and sisters might know when they shall come-
The Crab is no longer a Crab, but a Crafter, hunched over a bench, working tirelessly at his craft. By his hands great engines of war take shape, all the better to rain death upon the evil that cannot be ended. By his hands, the greatest of walls stands firm, given life by endless toil and repair. By his hands, steel is remade into armor and blade. You work beside him, ever curious and ever working, never to stop so long as need of your crafts remains-
The Crab is no longer a Crab, but Priest, face painted with colors of death and strange patterns. The tainted things are horror beyond words, but still he captures them, studies them, risks his own eternal soul for just that one more scrap of knowledge that might save a hundred others. He walks this path alone, and yet never alone, for the spirits of Earth answer his call, rise up to defend him, strengthen him, and banish the evil back from whence it came. You study them as well, knowing your soul shall someday be lost, but that your sacrifice will protect others-
The Crab is no longer a Crab, but a Merchant who was once a Crane. Her feathers, once bright white, are now stained black. But she has chosen her allegiance, sworn herself to be as the Crab, and turns her honeyed words to a task as necessary as any. Others shall fight and die. She shall ensure they can, bringing food and steel and holy jade through hard won deals and, if necessary, any means she must. You stand beside her, do all you can to supply your brothers and sisters what they need, and knowing it shall never be enough-
The Crab is a Crab once more. It's duty is known to you, as if it was always known. You would be the defenders of all against evils untold. You would sacrifice everything to shield others, no matter the cost. Never would you falter in this grim, thankless duty, and none shall question your resolve. But many is the tasks to carry out this duty...
>Who shall you stand with?
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