A weathered orc druid in tattered robes, standing tall in the middle of a stone circle, ancient monoliths covered in vines surround him, the orange and red hues of autumn leaves swirl in the air, his gnarled wooden staff glowing with faint green light, pagan runes etched into his skin, a raven perched on his shoulder, the vibe is mystical and serene, the field around is lush but fading into the cool embrace of autumn, with distant mist- covered mountains in the background
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