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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zinovia" data-source="post: 5133000" data-attributes="member: 57373">Unfledged baby wyverns (or flying predator of your choice) tousle with each other in a wildflower strewn meadow.  It seems you have stumbled across their nesting area, but there's no sign of mom or dad, until you happen to look up...As you draw near the oasis where you had planned to rest and refill your water supplies, you hear a strange buzzing sound.  Swarms of large insects have descended upon the oasis and are feasting on the date palms and the grass that was to have provided grazing for your hungry camels.  (Fill in swarm creature of your choice).  The sweet scent of overripe fruit fills the air as you enter the grove of sweetglobe trees.  Fallen fruit litter the ground, many of which have clearly been gnawed on by some large herbivore.  As you get closer, it is clear from the overpowering smell that much of the fruit has fermented in the summer heat.  The bushes ahead of you part, as several large creatures force their way through, clearly heading for the fruit.   They are wobbling a bit, and seem a bit unsteady - but one cries out a warning as it spots you, and they all drunkenly charge you!  (attack of the drunken rhinos, behomoths, large herbivores!)</blockquote>