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[h3]The Glade : Time is Running Out[/h3]
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[i]The pieces were set in motion, the games had begun, now it was only a matter of time for gears to turn as the machinations of destruction came into effect. Or something like that? The heroes had all come to their senses, some enjoyed the new world and the opportunities that Twintania had to offer. Some were less optimistic, more confused and bewildered by the situation. Which was completely reasonable, I mean, they just died after all. And now they were adjusting to their new bodies, The Lizardmen and the Bestia would have the hardest times as their anatomy was completely different than that of your standard humanoid races. They’ll figure it out though, they’re heroes after all.

The traces of mana could be sensed by the sharper heroes, while others would just feel a subtle tingle in the ground beneath them. Though one thing was for certain, this area was coursing with the world’s essence. But that brings us to another question, where was all of the wildlife? Some time would pass as the heroes found their bearings, precious time as the minutes passed and the drawing omens began to grow closer. The first sign of this change was a swarm of blue arcanist butterflies that seemed to approach from the forestline to the north. They calmly scattered across the Glade, landing on pollen-rich flora that decorated the lush green ocean. Some even gathered near our very heroes, being attracted to the witch and elf in particular. It seemed as time went on more life was attracted to the location. And it was only a matter of time until.[/i]

“[b]Kahhhhhh![/b]” [i]A loud repilian bellow could be heard, though how far it was couldn’t really be distinguished at this moment. Various species of birds followed the sound with numerous squaws and cries of fear. Something was coming..[/i]
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[h3]Forward Camp Scouting Party[/h3]
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“[b]How far out until we reach the objective?[/b]” A bald huma man in basic grey plated armor asked, his brown sights placed anxiously on a young man with snow white hair accompanied by a hawk companion upon his shoulder. 

“[b]Nightfall at the earliest. Though they won’t remain there that long if they wish to survive. You know how dangerous mana-rich areas get during the dark hours.[/b]” [i]He replies, this scout’s sight remained forward and calm, before firing his left arm forward with an extended hand to direct the avian. The bird took flight on command, outstretching his wings and soaring on ahead to grant information on his return. 

They had just scaled a hillside and the journey had just begun. But it was an honor for any who were faithful to the goddess to step foot on the blessed mana-abundant garden that was The Glade. But should things go awry and this mission end in failure, it’ll be their heads on a pike. As is the rule of the grand clergy which acts as the goddess eyes and ears. The bald mercenary nodded quietly, a grimace painted permanently on his midlife crisis face. The two tugged the reins of their steeds steering them forward in the direction the hawk had headed, circling right above a far off forest that separates them from their destination.[/i]