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Welcome to the high forrest, a retreat for spell casters of all classes and races. This is designed almost like Madman's Bar room, but with one Major difference.
There you cant cast spells (not to say that noone does...), here you MUST cast spells. This forrest is for you to create and use the most overpowered, the most unbalanced, and the absolute stupidest spells which you can come up with. They can be offensive, defensive, or just plain Avater (silly!! [img]tongue.gif[/img] ).
IC: The mysterious Elf stands in the center of the forrest, his black cloak blowing in the breaze, his enchanted leather armour seeming to draw all light froma round him. His Staff with an apparent snake coiled around it grasping an orb with its mouth, is held in his left hand.
His voice magically amplified as it has been several times since he travelled to the realm of Ironworks, he speaks "Allya" and suddenly, a frog pops into existance in the center of the clearing.
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