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The Vile Tree

 

The abomination is trying to reach the sky like a rotten tooth.

Foul branches try to grope the fog like misshapen fingers.

The Orks have had their fun: several skeletons, some hanging, some impaled, some stretched, are now serving as gruesome decoration for the vile tree.

Who were these poor wretches? The Elves do not know. But knowing the race of the Ork, they suspect these victims died a slow, cruel death.

They can do nothing but turn their back to this evil place, with sadness and disgust in their hearts.

The trace leads to the east.