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Omen of the Winds

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If one was to turn their attention to the woods of the low lying hills one summers eve they would notice the dancing of strange lights within the wood. The wind blowing through the trees carrying whispers on the wind, as to what they say, you do not know. It would seem in a clearing a single Willow seems to reign over his mighty acre. A king of the forest if ever there was one, and upon it a strange symbol carved into the tree. 

 

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As you reach forth to touch it the whispers suddenly fall silent, hushed eerily and a rush of wind seems to blow through the forest clearing receding up into the hills. It's strange really... it's almost as if there was something, or someone else there. Watching, but as to who, or what it might have bee-



You don't get a chance to think as the Clearing seems dark and gloomy now, the forest tree line closing in around you, brandishing spears in their ghastly visages as thorns and branches outstretched as the light of the dying day finally fades. It seems almost as if an evil and wicked force has surrounded the clearing as even the moonlight has disappeared, trapping you inside. The trees all around bearing strange and awful faces out of a nightmare with cruel visages mocking you with their shrill laughter in the cold dark. Maddening as the very forest itself seems to chortle with grim glee, you can hardly hear yourself think as it burns into your mind. All that remains in the middle of this turmoil is the great Willow of the clearing, glistening and creaking in the dark. It's groans slow, and soft almost as if it were weeping whilst surrounded by this darkness before it. 

 

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The wind starts to pick up again suddenly and the whispers return, the moonlight reveals the clearing once more. The ghastly visages you saw before banished it seems, replaced by the familiar sight of a grassy clearing with a treeline shining in the moonlight. You can still hear the maddening laughter in your mind and those, truly awful faces however, but the Willow just seems to remain unmoved by all this. What could it mean? 

 

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