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War island appeared to be harsh and unfriendly; most of its surface covered with wild woods. She was a bit surprised: she heard all the horsemen were gone to their conference or something, but the island looked completely uninhabited. After a brief walk through the forest she finally noticed some building, strangely organised on the trees. A while ago the ghoul noticed a very high tree scraping the clean sky, that's where she was moving.

It was indeed a tall tree, probably the tallest on the entire island. At the very top the sorceress could recognize something like a little home, or something. There was a tiny swaying ladder hanging near the ground. Shenny started to move on, but very soon discovered the difficulties: sharp branches, blades, and other weapons built in obviously to make it harder to climb up. But the ghoul was too interested what could be hidden there..

Finally, Shenny managed it to the top only to find the place completely empty. Being a stargazing addict, she could recognize the entire structure as some sort of an observatory, however it didn't really looked to be visited often, perhaps, due to the long and hard way up: walls and floor were in a state of certain disarray. Feeling tired, Shenny took a little rest looking down at island and noting some interesting places. At least, it proved to give a really good view.

Feeling a bit better, Shenny sighed and started to climb down.

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He continued his ascent, with a bit more caution.

After some time, he reached the top. It looked...well, hastily abandoned. There were shadows along the walls where it would seem things had previously lain. Very strange, but also not the reason he was here.

Peering from his dizzying vantage point he- failed to see anything past the canopy.

What a waste of time. He slouched his way back to the ladder, prepared to search elsewhere.

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entering

After examining the open canopy Shenny was wondering what else could she see here, on War. Perhaps, it would help if she would draw a little map , when she was looking down the Isle from the Observatory.

The ghoul decided to return to the high tree, and take a quick look again. However, now it was windy: the ladder was swaying and shaking. A sudden windblow almost impaled Shenny on a spear.

Bloody Mary, cursed Shenny, are they all perverted? Why do they need blades and spears here?... Feeling tired she gave away.

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Spending another half an hour in the wild woods Shenny realized she will be simply lost here forever, if she doesn't have even a tiny map. As much as she disliked this idea, she realized she had to go back to the observatory.

It was windy again, and the branches were swaying uncomfortably. Shenny noticed some fresh footsteps: who could left them? The area still looked unchanged and abandoned. She noticed something strange lying near the roots of the tree, and rushed to pick it up.

(SN: santime)

Between all the classes, the Hellhound never found the time to explore the island that belonged to the tribe of War. He had to blame Jericho JR for that and his constant need to poke the poor pup. The scenery in itself was breathtaking, the tree was massive and stood proud for all to bear witness.

He wanted to claim it for his own. Before the pup even had a chance to lift his leg, a divine wind seemed to howl and blow out of nowhere. "What the jack was that?" he muttered quietly, shaken by the timing of the gust, as if it was saying to not mark TREE OF LIFE.

........ reluctantly, he gave up his secret wish and left it without his scent on it.

But one day. ONE day, tree of life will be his.

The little valuable parcel was never discovered by the hellhounds nose.

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Jove was on his way down the now-familiar pathways in the village, admiring the lush vegetation after his previous week in the desert of the Famine clan. It really was wonderful. If he could live in a forest like this forever, he might have been sorely tempted. He had to stay on track, stay focused, or he would be too tempted to go search for mushrooms.

Passing the observation tree, which to this day he had not been brave enough to climb, a familiar scent caught his nose. It was... Damien? Not a scent-scent, but a vague whiff in passing, detectable only to those with a super sensitive nose like his canine brethren. The trotted in a circle around the base of the massive tree with his nose in the air, trying to sniff out where his friend had come and gone.