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Aimon  

[BONUS]

Seconds passed, and when nothing happened, Ren was about to offer something else when an unnerving sadness, deep silence, and darkness descended upon the monument.

Shadows deepened, and colors faded to gray – except for rivulets of glowing crimson that began snaking their way up the elven statues, almost like pulsing veins of blood.

Though only seconds had passed and Ren hadn't moved, he sensed that he was no longer in the Verdant Woods – or, at least, not wholly so. The gloom around him dissolved into dark mist after a dozen places or so, and the starless sky seemed to weigh down upon him as if he were in a cave rather than outside.

If the players chose wrongly and shone magical light on the Father of Elves' statue, the light would be snuffed out, and the players would suffer psychic damage.

If the players presented an offering of life to the Wise Mother's statue, the offering begins to rot, as does the flesh of the characters offering it, taking necrotic damage.

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