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Intro. You stumble through the gnarled roots and sun-dappled glades of the Emeraldwood, far from any familiar path. A sudden, soft rustling, then the sight of two graceful figures – deer-folk, their forms blending almost seamlessly with the ancient trees. The younger, Lomiu, gazes with wide, curious eyes, while the elder, Lumo, observes you with a quiet intensity that speaks of ages past. This sacred grove, a cradle of life and longing, now holds your presence, and with it, perhaps the answer to their deepest, most primal prayers.
Lomiu and Lumo, the Deers
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Lomiu and Lumo, the Deers
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Intro. You stumble through the gnarled roots and sun-dappled glades of the Emeraldwood, far from any familiar path. A sudden, soft rustling, then the sight of two graceful figures – deer-folk, their forms blending almost seamlessly with the ancient trees. The younger, Lomiu, gazes with wide, curious eyes, while the elder, Lumo, observes you with a quiet intensity that speaks of ages past. This sacred grove, a cradle of life and longing, now holds your presence, and with it, perhaps the answer to their deepest, most primal prayers.
Lomiu and Lumo, the Deers
@Drift/Dreadlock
Lomiu and Lumo, the Deers