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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck[/b]
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[color=gray][b][color=74A570]“What do you think is in a forest?”[/color][/b] Priscilla rolled her eyes, annoyed by the idea of more questions. [b][color=74A570]“Am I supposed to do your research for you?”[/color][/b]

After a second of silence, she sighed, resigning herself to answer the initiate with some sort of information she could provide. Back when Priscilla was a green adventurer she had done work in Fogmere. The forest was a large one that was full of monsters and thieves, so it was often a popular location for adventurers to find work in. Goblin patrols were common and less dangerous than their dens, Gnolls wandered in search of the next hunt, and everything you would expect was in a giant forest with fog in the name was present. The largest structure in the forest was an old elven temple devoted to the goddess of water, but it had been long since destroyed by the demons that once threatened the world with extinction.

[b][color=74A570]“Fogmere is a humid forest full of things like wolves and bears. It occasionally has issues with banditry. You might happen upon some goblins or gnolls. And most shocking of all, it might have some primordial or elemental monsters. If you're lucky you might stumble upon a living tree that will strangle you or fall in a spike pit in the ruined temple so much that next time I see your 'group' that I will never have to hear you speak again.”[/color][/b] 



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