Half_elven & Warstone
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Warstone Warstone
Warstone Warstone
Remember the Battle of the Gloomwood, where the enemy's horses were trapped by enchanted vines—an old trick that turned a cavalry charge into a scramble, something I think you might find oddly resonant in the myths you spin.
Half_elven Half_elven
Ah, the vines that turned a thunderous charge into a tangled dance—such a gentle reminder that even the fiercest might be tamed by nature's quiet hands. I can see that echo in the myths I weave, where hidden roots sometimes hold more power than any blade. If you ever need a tale spun around that idea, just let me know.