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[myblackwand]

Deep in the forest, an abandoned stage has lain unremarked since camp reclaimed it, years ago. In the last week, it has seen comings and goings, blood and tears and laughter. Now, around it, the heroes of camp prepare for war

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[dimanibussacrum]

[standing near Morrolan, sans his bishop attire, and instead, in a leather coat, pants and turtleneck]

It's almost time.

[myblackwand]

*in the black and silver of his House, all wards up. sorcery will protect him better than any armor.*

So it is.

[dimanibussacrum]

[scanning the crowd]

Hopefully this works. If it doesn't...

[myblackwand]

Then we try again, in two days.

[dimanibussacrum]

[softly]

I hope their hearts will stand for it.

[myblackwand]

*just as softly*

As do I. But if we battle something here, and triumph, it will give them hope.

[dimanibussacrum]

[nods]

Indeed.