Dancing naked in the Rain Born deep in the forest, far from the prying eyes of mortal men, a small creature flits ceaselessly 'round the perilous rack and fen. It searches for a bit of *Magic* to keep it's Age Olde Race intact, snooping in the Neverlands, Stealthy Fugitive from Truth and Fact!
A raptor plummets from the sky, cruel talons spread&hellip. Shrill Scream of Pain&hellip.
THE ANCIENT TRIBE IS DEAD! Forest Giants tremble, they moan this sad refrain, "We'll never see their like again, dancing naked in the rain!"