Stargate SG-1 RP
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While you are quietly hunting and picking berries in the forest, near the sacred stone ring, it begins to move...
Frightened, you hide behind a tree, watching the four individuals come out of the vortex one after the other. The oldest, a man with graying hair, groans.
"Trees, trees, and more trees. Plus, it's raining. Great! I already love this place."