#wrenlord

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Wrenlord (???)

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“The person calling herself Wrenlord turned out to be a confused, middle-aged woman. Her skin was covered in bruises, scratches and dried blood. What looked like antlers from afar turned out to be branches, poorly attached to a headband. She was a pathetic joke. People would rather laugh than pity her. Many people also tried to touch the antlers while they laughed. But when Wrenlord grabbed their wrists with a strength that threatened to crush their veins, they understood, that the dried blood wasn’t hers. She was a forest goddess on the hunt.”