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Message: <blockquote data-quote="thol" data-source="post: 1008348" data-attributes="member: 6365">Hunters' Moon HollowI move amongst the pillars of wood silently, swiftly. Up the ridge I ascend, to overlook the blanket of leaf that covers my home. Here is where I have lived for generations. My brothers have lived and died before my eyes, and I mourn them all, not yet born or already departed. The air today is light, but rain comes soon to the hollow. And tonight, the full moon.They come on these nights, the brave hunters. The stags move as if gorged with the juice of week old, sun-aged grapes, and as such, they are prey; although the moon can have stranger effects. They would not come on other nights, as without the silvery stream of the heavenly mother's light, the spirits of the ages, the ghosts of the past, would be about.I do not mind the hunters so much. The stags are too plentiful for my taste, and my own hunt is no challenge without their help. So I let them be, as do my brothers. For this night alone. Else, there are few who travel in my domain unscathed. Zyl-tor the Fool seemed to fancy the hollow in years gone by, but he is long forgotten by lesser beings, even I can barely recall him. In these times, Jhenna is the only one safe here when the mother moon is not full.The wind is changing. I can smell them now. I must go. Beware. If you dare come this night, be sure come sundown the following, you are far away from here. If you saw my yellow eyes shining in the darkness, you would not wish me upon your worst enemy. You would see me in your nightmares if you could survive. But you would not. The humans call this place Hunters' Moon Hollow. They call me 'Moonfang' and 'Death in the Dark'. But in truth, Kargeris is my name, and I am Father of the Wolves.Next: The Isle of Jol</blockquote>

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