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Oberon's Garden: PrologueOberons Palace, Titania. 7:00 Morning (by Elf Time)
Deep, deep under Oberons palace at the bottom of a nearly endless spiral staircase, near the very base of the World Tree, is a dungeon, which lay dusty, dark, and dank. The dungeon had existed ever since the places creation eons ago by a previous ruler. It had been used briefly during one of the numerous wars the elves engaged in, then when a more practical jail system was put into place, it fell into disuse. Eventually, most of the elves simply forgot a dungeon even existed in the palace. And, since it was not considered a significant detail, very few people outside the palace are even aware of existence and even those in the palace see no significance to it.
These kinds of places have a powerful ominous atmosphere that seems to naturally attract villains, plotters, and just crazy people in general. It should come as no surprise that, on this particular day, the old stone doors of the dungeon are opened by Oberon h
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Oberon watched the replay of the fight, hand supporting chin on the table and grinning a fail-safe charming smile. The entourage of elves behind him gasped and muttered indignantly.
How dare they! Desecrating our home like that
Humans. Always destroying, always hurting.
Only ones human, Auctorita.
That doesnt matter, theyre both filthy creatures all the same!
The scene conveniently zoomed in on the torn up ground as the puppet used her oversized sewing device to try to score one on the human.
Oberon! Why do they do this?
Erasing his satisfied smile, he turned and drew a faultless, pondering expression on his features. Furrowing his brow, he said, I dont know. This is the Humans against the Orcs-they must have erred tremendously in their choices, though I did not th
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