Windy Woodlands
And so it comes into view,
something bold, something new.
What is there to show,
past the wild things that grow,
up and down, or
where down is up,
and up is down,
it can be a bend,
just to get around?
For the wind blows,
and it will, far away;
after a venture,
past that which glows,
under, and bound,
around and around,
all week, month, and year.
Oh, it can blow, that is, until,
that which'll make the winds still,
in the caverns, oh the caverns,
so far, yet so near.
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Somewhere in Marigold, a new passage is open - into the Windy Woodlands. Ridges twist and turn, and moody gusts about - that is, unless, one looks the right way, in the right place. Newcomers to the vale have yet to walk these paths. Something hidden can be found, past temperamental gales. But what?
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[DM Xanatos Gambit]
