Placeholder: [Endor, tattooed Tori Black warrior] On the city's edge a darkness gathers, seeking entrance where vigilance has flagged. But it has not reckoned on the ink-spelled sentinel whose fate is bound to these groves. As a sigh, Tori Black lifts her hands. Vined flesh seems to ripple and come alive as magic called since time immemorial answers her will. Sparks dance between fingers bearing tales of wars past, spells to shield and strike. With grim purpose she turns them on the encroaching night, unleas [Endor, tattooed Tori Black warrior] On the city's edge a darkness gathers, seeking entrance where vigilance has flagged. But it has not reckoned on the ink-spelled sentinel whose fate is bound to these groves. As a sigh, Tori Black lifts her hands. Vined flesh seems to ripple and come alive as magic called since time immemorial answers her will. Sparks dance between fingers bearing tales of wars past, spells to shield and strike. With grim purpose she turns them on the encroaching night, unleas

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[Endor, tattooed Tori Black warrior] On the city's edge a darkness gathers, seeking entrance where vigilance has flagged. But it has not reckoned on the ink-spelled sentinel whose fate is bound to these groves. As a sigh, Tori Black lifts her hands. Vined flesh seems to ripple and come alive as magic called since time immemorial answers her will. Sparks dance between fingers bearing tales of wars past, spells to shield and strike. With grim purpose she turns them on the encroaching night, unleas

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