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All along the ley lines, strange things start happening.......
~watch dogs suddenly attack their owners~
~magic spells reverse onto their casters~
~boiling water explodes in the hearth~
~tree branches seem to reach out to grab you~
The old man stands on his porch, watching the tree lines in the mountain, observing the darkness starting to grow in the distance...
"Be swift my beautiful hawks, be swift....
there is trouble brewing, the ancient walkers are awakening, and the ten companions (the ones still alive) must be awoken to the call"
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