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"Well, the rest of us made it across the Ichor River while you were in between the rifts of time and space," he cracked his knuckles, "And now we're building a civilization. I was thinking that, maybe, we should try to protect the villages? You know, so we don't look so bad. A lot of people don't understand how badly the Gods treated us..."
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"Ah, I'm sorry, i can never control these things" Ozthyl said sheepishly. Casting his eyes across the fields to the north, the vast verdant plains abruptly ended at a wall of towering oaks. There he knew were the pixie territories. These children of the woods, who existed long before the Gods were even formed, often shy away from conflicts of the Great War. But Ozythyl knew they possessed an ancient power which they jealously protect within their forest sanctuaries.
 To the south and east rose great mountains of obsidian grey with the highest of all standing directly south across the great Sandy Planes, Mount Eterna whose sheer size made it a monstrosity comparable to even The Mount of the Gods. Even at this distance their peaks were gleaming visibly, watchfully. Should he traverse the sparse network of kobold villages that populated these lands? There were tales of kobold berserkers and shamans which interests him to no end....
Sighing, he looked to the west, his old homeland. A golden river spanning from horizon to horizon divides the freedom of the TItans from the cruel Gods. Its banks were lined with groves of giant willows. The thin mist brewing blurred the edges, giving the river a hypnotic ethereal quality while obscuring everything beyond the river. The mist spilling onto both sides, ominous and grey. Gazing into the fog, flashes of red accompany shapeless shadows that were flickering within the depths of the river. It was as if these incorporeal beings were crossing the river...
"Krumpus, the river is burning and the humans are coming."