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Media: graphite "Dreketh seized the handle of her sword in both hands with a vice-like grip. She watched as the Wood Elf disappeared around a bend in the road, her lips whispering a silent prayer to Innoruuk that the druid would find her father before it was too late. In the meantime, there was work to be done. Stepping back to press against the ranger's shoulder blades with her own, she mirrored his stance as they both faced down the emerging undead." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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