[center][color=gold][b][h1]Tera Valenci[/h1][/b][/color][/center]
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It took Tera a moment to realize that the ground was holding the undead down. It was only after realizing her desperate kicking and attempts at making distance were working that she saw the roots. Then she heard a voice just next to her ear and realized there was a small fairy standing on her shoulder. She yelped again in sheer surprise, but stopped herself from batting her away. [color=skyblue][i]"I saw the wrecked carriage on the main road, was that yours? Are you alright?"[/i][/color] the fairy asked. Tera didn't speak, she just nodded to the first question and shook her head for the second.

When the fairy looked over to the undead Dale, it gurgled and groaned ferociously. [color=skyblue][i]"H-he... But, he's dead. What in the name of Oberon is going on, who would do such a horrible thing?"[/i][/color]

Tera was shaking as she came down from her shock. Still cold and soaked from the strange torrential downpour earlier, and covered in mud and dirt, she certainly didn't look like anybody important. Had she been wearing an intricate dress, she might have passed for a girl of nobility, but her travel leathers spoke for her as a young adventurer. She shivered some more, her arms crossed over her chest. It took her a while to finally say something to the fairy, [color=gold][b]"Th- thank you... I would have been done for if you hadn't shown up..."[/b][/color]
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