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Bêthberry · 09-29-2002, 11:12 AM

A chill spread throughout the Glade.

Roiling and coiling, a dank mist swarmed over the ground, covering root and burrow, tunnel and hole, making the terrain treacherous.

A dark wind whipped the flames of the bonfire, broadcasting sparks among cloak and gown and tunic.

The trees began to twist and lean; their branches snapped, switching air and ground. Moaning, they rose, all of one accord, and marched towards the guests.

09-29-2002, 11:12 AM	#31
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	A chill spread throughout the Glade. Roiling and coiling, a dank mist swarmed over the ground, covering root and burrow, tunnel and hole, making the terrain treacherous. A dark wind whipped the flames of the bonfire, broadcasting sparks among cloak and gown and tunic. The trees began to twist and lean; their branches snapped, switching air and ground. Moaning, they rose, all of one accord, and marched towards the guests. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.