Twilly: Thank goodness you have arrived! Frostvale is in serious trouble... Many of the Ice Moglins were kidnapped and these Clawg monsters are running all over the place getting more! Twilly: If you need to be healed I can help you. Please help save the Moglins! Heal me please. Twilly: There you goes! All healed up! Thank you for helping us save Frostval this year!! "This is Chilly. He is pretty 'cool' for a Moglin. (The Werewolves want to find out if he tastes like Chili." "In between invasions, Kleemus loves inventing powerful weapons and magical armors!" "Viola is this Moglin's name. She is a great artist specializing in postmodern Moglin sculpture." "Dobo says, 'Being stuck on a roof is better than being stuck on the roof of a monster's mouth!" "It always seems to be snowing in Frostvale! These Moglins adapted to coldness centuries ago." "You might be wondering how Moglins like Chilly can swim with such short arms and legs? One word: Ears." "You're standind on a mound of ashes so compacter by dragon's footsteps that it is rock-hard." 2 BATTLES Level 24 and Below ? Level 25-49 ? Level 50 and Above ? After 200,000 enemies were defeated. 1 BATTLE Level 24 and Below ? Level 25-49 ? Level 50 and Above ? Sandy Claws: Hahaha... look at all of those ugly Moglins! Sandy Claws: No one could stop me from taking them from ther homes. Sandy Claws: I am perhaps the most powerful Klawg who ever lived! I should change my name to Napoleon Shellaparte. Sandy Claws: Any name would be better than my childhood nickname Crusty... Sandy Claws: Ah, even thinking about my days as a young softshell brings a tear to my eye. Sandy Claws: Now... what to do with all these Moglins? After I march them to my home in the Skraeling Desert, I have several options. Sandy Claws: I suppose I COULD sell them to either the Vampires or Werewolves. Or both even. I hear Moglins are worth a god bit of gold to those fanged mammals. Sandy Claws: OR... I could put these little critters to work for me! Yes... I like that idea... The scene zooms out and Warlic is looking into the crystal ball. Warlic: There is no doubt the Clawg has foul intentions for the Moglins of Frostvale. Warlic: And there is no question now: we must follow our little friends into the dry oven of the Skraeling and save them before it is too late!