Many that pass through the Crossroads have already seen the bloodied tree..The farmer who owns the land that the tree stands and grows from, did not awake the next morning to tend to the animals or his crops.He had witnessed the unspeakable from his window in horror and refuses to speak about the incident.
Hushed voices and whispers in the city streets and taverns speak of the tragedy with fear masking their faces and others with disdain..Each story its own and as it passes from one's lips to another,the story grows in horror..The only part of the rumor that stays constant in its passing from one mind to the next,is that it was an elven Legion officer bearing an eyepatch that was the victim of such dark deeds and that supposedly the Black Hand were the instrument behind them..
Hushed voices and whispers in the city streets and taverns speak of the tragedy with fear masking their faces and others with disdain..Each story its own and as it passes from one's lips to another,the story grows in horror..The only part of the rumor that stays constant in its passing from one mind to the next,is that it was an elven Legion officer bearing an eyepatch that was the victim of such dark deeds and that supposedly the Black Hand were the instrument behind them..
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