#27052
Battlefield~
    Corpses litter the ground.  It seems that a band of knights made
their last stand here.  The grass is sticky with blood and a multitude of
vultures soar above waiting to land and pick the corpses clean.  The dark,
twisted trees loom over the bloody scene like quiet spectators.  A path
wanders deep into the forest to the south and another small trail goes
north into a pine grove.
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A comparatively pleasant pine grove grows to the north.
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trail pine~
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The path forks to the south.
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path~
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