Grass blades green as the emerald tickle your ankle. The birds chip from atop the treeline. Critters run a wild trail amongst the shrubs, leaving a wake of jumbled weed. The rustling of leaves has replaced the clashing of blades, the gurgling of a nearby stream echoes through the peaceful woods. For once, your group may have some time to relax and appreciate the fresh air. A welcomed change to the usual fetid air of the crypts you power through. Or is it?
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