“I’m tired of your Paladin’s shit, Dave. As you gather the useful gear from the slain goblins, the earth begins to shake with a rhythm. The sound of the forest crashing becomes louder with every pulse. Suddenly it emerges from among the mighty oaks. Clad in earth like armor, with twisted pines sprouting like adornments, fire as hot as the earths core radiates from the cracks in the earthen plates. The orange pools of heat where eyes should be enlarge, as a new inferno escapes from its maw. It let’s out an unearthy wail, as embers shoot forth. It’s cries ring through the forest, ‘My green babies! Who has killed by green babies?!’”
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