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08-11-2012, 08:05 AM
The familiar landscape came into view, the once charred land of the World's Edge now healed by the divine powers of the Earth and Moon. Finally, restored back to its rightful state and beauty, the way it was when he first journeyed here with d'Artagnan. This land would be even glorious by morning. It was to be remembered, also, that those same divine powers are what destroyed it in the first place, a memory to serve as a reminder in a way. The Sun was not to be trusted. However, this mare Faelene would not know the damage the land had suffered and Descaro wondered if she thought it beautiful. He shook his thick mane and continued into the healed forest. Enjoying the life under his cloven hooves instead of what was the dead ground. He slowed his walk ever so slightly as a small clearing came into view but big enough to be comfortable. Entering it, Descaro came to a steady halt and sighed with content. The sky was still starry and the glorious moon looked down through the branches, creating patches of light here and there. The Warrior looked towards Faelene, "here we are. Welcome to the Worlds Edge" he gestured all around them, his eyes were kind. [Faelene first, and then anyone] those who live are those who fight
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