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The trio of swords pierce downwards deep into the rock, glistening gems embedded in their hilts capturing the light from the afternoon sun only to emit it back upon the surrounding landscape in quantities far greater than what was absorbed.
The misty canyon stretches into the distance as far as you can see on both sides, separating those who climb the rostrum from these mighty structures, the darkness of its depths mirror the ancient rituals once performed in attempt of seeking audience with whatever mighty beings sculpted or sheathed these weapons in this location.
Best to avoid dallying too long in this place, many cults have been known to roam these woods, attempting to resurrect the powerful magics of the primordial days.
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