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Gypsy Spice Prancer
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>Anything we can do to help? or shall we just watch
—All goes as planned, so no. The best you can do right now is to get what is happening, so if something goes wrong, you can do your thing. In short, the ants were updating the maps and had found this place in only two versts—uh, a mile from the town, where literally none of them had ever been in all eight years since our arriv…—it had stuttered again, as under a tree the sword sunk into the ground deeper than usual. — Nice, found something. Anyway, later mages found out this is a place of power or whatever, and archivists have reported some recluse actually lived here before everything went in flames with half of the town and the lord’s family.
The creature did its strange thing, the tingling feeling appeared again as in response, and the noises from where antfolk are fighting became louder. The creature shrunk its right hand right into a slim twig-like appendage before shoving it into soil.
— And in the last at least twenty years exists the goddamn cult of so-called elf worshippers. — it continued talking. — This is a literal evil, not some regular “a rural priest has read the Holy Scripture with his ass instead of eyes” heresy.
>yeah this is a neat scene to wake up to. The hell is going on here?
—The ants can’t risk it being a cult’s place, plus Volk and I have personal interest, so we are dealing with it right now. — The creature coiled around the point and began pulling something from the ground. — We three are the scouts, and in the forest, there are at least a dozen arbalests with a couple healers, including Volk.
>Why are the antfolk fighting?
—It turned out there is something that can possess people. Usually no one is able to do it except for some older brethren and elves, and I wish it’s the latter. I must get my answers.
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