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In the midst of this peaceful forest a path rises up this wooded hill. At its peak an ancient stone circle surrounding this gnarled trunk of the mighty oak. Civilisations have risen and fallen under its watchful gaze.
Some have this is the mother tree of the whole forest, which, as legend has it, has roots that stretch as far down as the underdark, drawing primordial energies up to feed not only its surrounding wooden children, but also many dark and ancient rituals.
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