Chewy905
Chromatic ArchKnight of RP
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One sound pierced the luscious grove. A laugh for the many. A laugh for the leaves. As one the current surged, rushing along below at a greater and greater pace as the tide rose. The laughter grew louder, encompassing each pawn as a tidal wave devoured the viney platform and there was naught but water. And then, silence and sight once more. The current rested once more, the vines twisting up into an empty gate, through it the spires of the Chequered City. A safe passage home for any that remained. The Powers had chosen. The War had begun.
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