The gigantic form of Crow is perched on a nearby branch here, his dark shadow
spreading across the ground and his single eye glowing a deep red.

Looking much like his smaller namesake, Crow appears as a bird with a sharp
beak and black feathers that sheen over with a dark mauve iridescence. However,
mighty Crow himself is larger than a wolf and has a doubled set of wings, each
with a span reaching over thirteen feet. One eye has been scooped out, leaving
a dark and empty socket, leaving the bird needing to cock his head towards
whatever catches his interest in order to focus on the subject with his
remaining eye. Glowing a deep ruby red, his gaze gives the illusion of piercing
straight through whatever Crow's eye rests upon, as sharp as the gnarled talons
as sharp as knives easily tear into flesh and bark alike. A palpable aura of
darkness radiates around Crow as light retreats from his presence.
Crow does not even register your presence as a threat.
He weighs about 471 pounds.
He is loyal to Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
You see nothing in it.

You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. Silhouettes of
twisted trees darken in the air, their long shadows casting a forbidding doom
across the ground.

The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here.


You press your lips together and make a buzzing sound. Then you open your mouth
and vomit forth a stream of bright swarming locusts that greedily infest the
surrounding land and gorge themselves until they bloat.

The sickly buzzing of blighted locusts infests the forest.

You press your lips together and make a buzzing sound. Then you open your mouth
and vomit forth a stream of bright swarming locusts that greedily infest the
surrounding land and gorge themselves until they bloat.

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You press your lips together and make a buzzing sound. Opening your mouth, you then vomit forth a stream of bright swarming locusts that greedily infest the surrounding land and gorge themselves until they bloat.

You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. The air sharpens and
ethereal trees rise up from the ground, superimposing a translucent forest that
shimmers with vitality.

You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. Around you, the wyrd
seeps out of the trees and plant life, which start to look greener and healthier
than before.

You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. The air sharpens and ethereal trees rise up from the ground, superimposing a translucent forest that shimmers with vitality.

You kneel down and touch your forehead to the earth, then whisper the names of power and binding. A deep emerald glow ripples across the ground and you become one with the land.

Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky.

As still as a statue, the White Hart stands here motionless, though his amber eyes remain ever watchful.

The White Hart is a giant stag deer, his shoulders alone reaching up well past the height of a man. The White Hart seldom moves but is always ever watchful with amber eyes that glow with a preternatural intelligence. Although the coat on this supernatural creature is indeed white, it glows with a phosphorescent silver light. The silvery antlers of the White Hart are extremely heavy and large, the points twisting up in intricate patterns, ending in over two-hundred points.
The White Hart almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He weighs about 3500 pounds.
He is loyal to Charune, the Lord of the Hunt.
You see nothing in it.

You raise your arms and hum deeply the note of the forest. Around you, the trees
and plant life surges forward, looking greener and healthier than ever before.