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One of the final Coalition bases to fall in the last war, Sheila and her brood had been compleated by Phyrexia.  Yet, this land had changed hands once more.  Under the guiding hand of Myril, the forests were retaken for the Coalition, and signs of its past holders destroyed.

(Tale by Myril)

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Damia growled slightly, peering up at the massive, rotting husk of Sheila's lair... conflicted.  As a being of both death and rebirth, a part of her rejoiced at the conversion between her two identities, as the once-verdulant tree sat converged into a epitaph of finality, a massive structure celibrating the finality of death.

Still, the sight of so much life corrupted made her stomach turn... the metal plates upon Sheila's husk and the tainted scent of iron...