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| Arising from the ashes of the Druidic guild within the Heartwood, the Shamans
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| are the awakened seers of Dendara that stride the ancient forests. Known amongst
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| their people as augurs and spiritwalkers, the Shaman aim to protect the
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| shattered lands of Dendara and enact the will of their masters: the Praadi-an
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| Kiar and the spirits within that claim dominion over that primeval plane.
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| Situated beneath the whole of the Great Oak, the murmured song and rituals of
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| the Shamans can be heard, reverberating throughout the ancient Heartwood.
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| Blooded in the ancient rites of [[Shamanism]], [[Primality]], and [[Naturalism]], the
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| Shamans stand as weavers of old oaths, bend nature to their will, and call upon
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| the Rhythm itself in battle against all who would stand against them in their
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| task. The Praadi stand as watchers of an old world and do not give quarter to
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| those who move against them.
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| Invoking the spirits, Shamanism calls upon the harrowing bonds that the seers
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| swear themselves to before the ancient guardians that watch over Dendara. With
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| murmured prayers, they bind dark spirits to their fetishes, delivering foul
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| portents and omens in the flurry of battle. Elder, ethereal beasts move in the
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| shadows alongside them; mere echoes of the great spirits that they are born from
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| and bound to the Shaman in rites of blood.
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| With the art of Primality, the Shaman calls upon the primordial elements and the
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| Rhythm that winds itself throughout Dendara. The Shamans rise as masters of the
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| natural world, wreathing lightning within their hands and scourging the very
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| lifeforce from the flesh of those who stand against them. Finally, with the art
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| of Naturalism, the Shaman wields mastery over the forests that carpet the world
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| in their ancient embrace. Overgrowth springs to the call of a Shaman, roiling
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| outwards in a sea of seething life that few can quench as it runs rampant over
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| the earth. Those caught in this tide of life are bound to its whim and that of
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| the Shaman who wields its great strength.
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