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STORM RITUAL - CLOVER

[Your Barn seems to fall away to the sides and you find yourself in. . .a graveyard? There are graves everywhere, some fresh, some ancient. If you try to read the tombstones, they're indecipherable.

But probably more alarming is the fact that a horde of zombies is slowly approaching the flock--some humanoid, some wolves, but all with the desire to tear you apart. You can fight them off by hand for now, but sooner or later, you'll be overwhelmed.]

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[You see visions floating in the air, demonstrating what other flocks are dealing with.]

A voice rings out: Clover can save only one. Who?

[DAFFODIL is surrounded by a pack of One-Eyed Gorgon wolves, with the threat of being turned to stone the longer the wolves have them trapped]

[BLUEBELL is in the middle of an open field, but Minuet's arm seems to be warping into a horrible weapon of sort, threatening to blow them all up soon. Possibly the others could run, but how far will they truly get. . .?]

[Lily is trapped in a deep valley with steep cliffsides, surrounded by flowers. A bunch of humanoid wolves resembling Bea have surrounded them, taking delight in slowly slicing them to bits.]

[PEONY seems to be on a rapidly deteriorating platform over molten lava, with two other platforms to their side. Only one can support their weight though...]

[ROSE is surrounded by snakes and mongooses, each threatening to tear the other animal, and the flock apart.]

[THISTLE is trapped in an icy room, looking sicker and sicker as time goes on.]