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CHAPTER 1: Beginnings A small bird glides through the branches with graceful movements, darting in and out of the tree line; intricately navigating the forest until it reaches its perch atop a large old mossy oak. The oak looks to be hundreds of years old by the girth of its trunk and length of it's mossy beard as it strides through the forest on its daily walk about. Though imposing the massive gait of the elder treant may be, they are peaceful creatures often protecting the territory they claim home. As it strides it catches a quick glance of the nixies, grigs, and sprites of sorts playing in the pond nearby. Though large, the treant moves

PRELUDE This...this world, a world where adventurers delve into the depths to win great treasures of old at the risk of their lives. Where heroes stave off the insidious plots of evil fiends, undead necromancers vie for absolute mastery of life, and voracious dragons hunt and horde mountains of riches. Welcome to a land whose magic-soaked bedrock has spawned millennia of fey beauty and primeval malice alike. Here in this world lies great adventure for those who dare much. A world where intrepid wizards defy warnings scribed in the crumbling stone of ancient barrows in order to obtain power unbeknownst to the ordinary mortal. Rogues skulk in