The sun was just beginning to raise on the horizon as Haruk marched up the rocky steps of the jagged surface of stone that made up the area many stone formations. There were dozens of them all leaning forward toward the small pond of swampy water in it's center. With the growing shadows reaching out as the sun began to peek from behind mount Freore, Haruk pulled his piwafwi closer around himself as he reached the edged of rocks head. At this vantage point he had a clearer picture of his environment. There were several smaller pools of water littered about the area, with pockets of dry land with tall grass circling the large rocks that jutted from the ground like the teeth of the earth itself. 

A strong breeze blow down from the mountain carrying with it the mossy scent of earth. Haruk shielded his sensitive eyes from the sun as he awaited his opponent on the agreed upon battlefield. The time had long since come when the two would discover who was the superior arcanist. Haruk took not that the rock he stood upon was some forty feet from the ground, the cliff face some fifteen feet wide. Adsorbing the landscape he continued to wait.

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(100 mana) 
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