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Media: graphite "Elves from both factions wasted no time in backing off from their position. Armored men quickly turned to run back the way they came. Horses circled and galloped, their riders careful not to trample their own soldiers underfoot. All the while an ominous rumble grew to match the cacophony of so many feet making their desperate retreat. Glancing back as she held tightly to the High Elf's saddle, Laera saw it – snow falling in droves down one steep mountainside to the left. The avalanche appeared as fine sand to the druid's eyes, almost looking like milk being spilled down the incline. The sheer magnitude of so much snow heading straight toward her overwhelmed the druid's senses, as she watched her own panicked horse trying to escape the snowy death that awaited it." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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