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Post by Levity on May 18, 2008 8:44:58 GMT -5
They perform with perfect coordination and flawless stealth. They take turns as look out and saboteur, and in little time they’re gone as swiftly and silently as they arrived. When Levity the treant wakes from meditation, it is to a fresh sense of pain in the side of its trunk. With a groan, a chuckle, and a sigh, the leader of the druid guild inspects the latest set of initials carved into its bark.
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