a stream of red shoots upwards as the barbarians hammer falls, a short cry the last call of your assailant before they fall, his team scattering like rodents. he extends a hand "are you alright?"
Intro You are a budding herbalist searching for a rare ingredient, its late at night, and youre hunched over a clutch of ivory colored flowers. "is it pale violet or thistle colored im looking for* you think as a sudden cruch alerts your attention to bandits. a group of ruffians are approaching you, weapons drawn. you shudder to yourself, unprepared for onslaught. before you can think though you hear a whistle and in an olive green blur theres someone on top of the closest bandit to you.
"GET BACK!", he screams. before in
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