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<blockquote data-quote="perivas" data-source="post: 1839210" data-attributes="member: 2746">A huge tree drifts directly towards the island in the void and, just as it was about to crash, shifts its form and lightly places its many roots onto the island's solid surface.&nbsp; It twists its form to and fro as if examining the surrounding trees of this isolated forest.&nbsp; A closer look at through its yellowing foliage reveals that this is no tree but an aged treant.Suddenly, in a booming voice it speaks talking to apparently no one in particular.&nbsp; &quot;How have this place survived the ill will of the gods?&quot;After a brief moment, there is a response from a small voice in the branches of the great treant.&nbsp; &quot;I do not know, but I believe this must be the mercy of the Green Goddess.&nbsp; She has preserved this land so that the world can begin anew.&nbsp; We have been Chosen by Her, Loudbark.&nbsp; Did you see as we approached the weeping woman?&nbsp; I would think that the Green Goddess has left a message with her.&nbsp; We should speak with her.&quot;The treant answers with hesitance in his voice.&nbsp; &quot;Do you think it wise?&nbsp; One who would survive the End Days of the Apocalypse could be dangerous.&quot;In a soothing voice and with a gentle touch, the wooden figure answers, &quot;Come, my large friend.&nbsp; We are no strangers to danger.&nbsp; Surely, you remember the House of Harcanas and his pet wyrm.&nbsp; Besides, we have no need to fear a messenger of the Green Goddess.&nbsp; Come, let us go.&quot;&nbsp; With those last words, these two begin to make their way towards the woman dressed in green and brown leathers.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="perivas, post: 1839210, member: 2746"] A huge tree drifts directly towards the island in the void and, just as it was about to crash, shifts its form and lightly places its many roots onto the island's solid surface. It twists its form to and fro as if examining the surrounding trees of this isolated forest. A closer look at through its yellowing foliage reveals that this is no tree but an aged treant. Suddenly, in a booming voice it speaks talking to apparently no one in particular. [COLOR=Green]"How have this place survived the ill will of the gods?"[/COLOR] After a brief moment, there is a response from a small voice in the branches of the great treant. [COLOR=Green]"I do not know, but I believe this must be the mercy of the Green Goddess. She has preserved this land so that the world can begin anew. We have been Chosen by Her, Loudbark. Did you see as we approached the weeping woman? I would think that the Green Goddess has left a message with her. We should speak with her."[/COLOR] The treant answers with hesitance in his voice. [COLOR=Green]"Do you think it wise? One who would survive the End Days of the Apocalypse could be dangerous."[/COLOR] In a soothing voice and with a gentle touch, the wooden figure answers, [COLOR=Green]"Come, my large friend. We are no strangers to danger. Surely, you remember the House of Harcanas and his pet wyrm. Besides, we have no need to fear a messenger of the Green Goddess. Come, let us go."[/COLOR] With those last words, these two begin to make their way towards the woman dressed in green and brown leathers. [/QUOTE]

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