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ardbert ([personal profile] fistpound) wrote in [community profile] obsidianlogs 2020-08-21 05:46 am (UTC)

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Fantastic, a forest, Ardbert thinks with no small amount of chagrin. Like he hasn't seen so many of this before in his lifetime.

Unlike the forest he tends to find encompassing his dreams, ancient ruins and all, this seems more... modern? From the door he finds-- still looks old, like he's just stumbled on a World War-style bunker, but it's certainly more modern than the giant great woods with trees that can blot out the sky.

But it's something, and should be better than wandering about aimlessly.

Though Ardbert shouldn't have assumed he was alone, because he is clearly not. And he raises his hands immediately, because he would rather not get beaten up right now.

"Let's not get to the stabbing should you be offended that I'm here, if you don't mind."

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