Waeren moved lightly from one tree to the next, as he began his self apointed scouting duties. He was the farthest ranging of the rangers, going farther, doing more, and finding horrible things. Still even he didn't venture all the way to Myrth Drannor, fallen city of devils and strange magics. He did love these woods though, and sought to keep tabs on the swelling population of Drow down. Some were good seeds, but for every nice one, there were ten or fifteen nasties.
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"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!"
-Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"