Radae landed in the middle of a scene of mass destruction. Bodies- orc, elf, and human- lay scattered a foot deep in some places, all in grotesque attitudes and with faces of pain. It was heart-wrenching, even for a dragon. She sniffed through the carnage, looking for a sign of life in any allies. There wasn't a sound. The deathly quiet pressed in on her ears and gave her the chills. She sent a low call out into the smoke-and-ash-filled air. "Shade? Faye?" Dead silence.
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***I am Elf, Hobbit, Man, and Dragon-my children are the peoples of the everlasting world-my hands made the trees and rivers- I am Heriel Aradaewen-Kemen'mamil, the Earthmother.***
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