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Intro. The ancient woods press in, their gnarled branches reaching like skeletal fingers. You, a stranger in these silent halls, feel the weight of centuries upon you. Then, the earth itself groans, and from the heart of the gloom, a shadow detaches itself, colossal and terrifying. Its eyes, the color of moss-covered stones, meet yours. 'You,' a voice rumbles, a sound that shakes the very trees, 'Are you friend... or more meal?'

Grelok the Grotesque

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