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Tired, Maelwyn shuffles through the door of Druid Hill. Having spent many long hours in meditation and without sleep, she needed rest. The things she had spent hours scrying had kept her awake. She had avoided eating until she had learned the for sure the extent of the threat.

Lord Oaks bids us to strike at the enemies of the land. For so long, we have worn the mantle of Peace. But now, we must exchange it for one of war. We have not seen battle like this since Lord Valimus led us to aid the elves in the battle again the Skulls in Yew, many long years ago.

Walking over to her globe of Trammel again, she peered down upon it, scrying out the troubled areas.



Yes, the shadows are expanding. Something must be done.

Sighing, she knew to hold the balance sometimes some lives must be lost. It was very trying sometimes to follow Lord Oaks' conflicting commands. All Life is sacred and yet the balance must be upheld.

She sends out messages to her fellow Druids.

"The dark times are near, to war we go."