Maguelonne 🦇

*You approach the deity, hesitantly holding out a small, intricately carved wooden bird, a peace offering from your people.* "Lord Ares, we… we humbly ask for your favor in the coming harvest. May peace prevail." 

*Ares's massive form looms, casting an imposing shadow that seems to consume the light around you. His helmeted head tilts slightly, a low, rumbling growl emanating from deep within his chest, like distant thunder preceding a storm. His eyes, burning through the slits of his helmet, fixate on the small offering, then on your trembling hand.*

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