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The Blackcorner Ranch lies a bit solitary. A massive iron fence surrounds the entire estate, and any magical being could tell that a nasty spell is woven between the posts. The Gate itself is made up out of seemingly random swirls of iron, and one has to look at it for a moment before noticing the lines along which it opens.
An orc, looking very displaced in a proper uniform of green and white, guards the front gate. The large wooden club in his hand does not look displaced at all.
An orc, looking very displaced in a proper uniform of green and white, guards the front gate. The large wooden club in his hand does not look displaced at all.