Amidst the jubilant revelry that engulfed Pigletsville, concealed within the sinister embrace of the forest near Split Tree, Draven Blackclaw summoned the grim assembly to order. It was not defeat that loomed over them, but a festering seed of savage vengeance that thrived within their hopelessly splintered souls. And amidst the twisted throng of this clandestine gathering, there stood a figure, trembling under the weight of a stark revelation.
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