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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dawn Herald" data-source="post: 3987079" data-attributes="member: 58763">Another parchment toughen by the weather is tacked onto the corkboard, written in common with a scholarly penmanship with the scent of laurels. <ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">After many days of searching the Gnarley Forest and dodging the steps of the goblin hunters that have been following me, I believe I've found what I was looking for. For our readers who do not know about the Gnarley Forest, its a great forest which is shared and contested by the neighboring city-states and the Pomarj. It is also the home of many druidical shrines shared by a pantheon of nature gods, be it the Old Faith or something inhuman. The first sign that I entered the Druid's Grove was the silence of the forest, as if the surrounding terrain was holding its breath due to my violation of this sacred ground. The only sound I could hear were the babbling currents of a nearby stream.  I came upon a small stand of ancient oaks and aromatic laurels that invited the idea that the place is a sanctuary. According to folklore, this particular druid grove is a threshold between the worlds. A similar phenomenon of Ford Keep's famous Cross Roads Tavern and Tovag Baragu. The divisions between different planes of existence are usually unassailable, but in a multiverse where magic, psionics, and divine decree daily wrench reality into unnatural configurations, that which separates one space from the next can wear thin. A phenomenon that scholars call a planar breach. I theorize that the scarred stone located in the center of this grove, with the various offerings of flowers and candles surrounding it is the anchor that holds this place to this world. Probably related to Tovag's stone megaliths or the architectural secrets of the Cross Roads. My thoughts were disturbed when a melody echoed from the stream. Cautiously I approached, sticking to the shadows of the towering oaks with my imagination running wild at what could be the source of the singing. Was this the Druidess of the Grove? What I found bathing in the waters of the forest, I could only describe as a nymph. Tall with a small muscular build to her body, beige flesh, and luxurious platinum hair that spilled down to the middle of her back. She had elongated ears and cerulean eyes with vertical, feline silted pupils. I remained in my hiding place, spellbound by her beauty until I caught movement at the corner of my eye. A forest creature, a rabbit, approached the stream which I no doubt was also lured by the female's singing. Like a scene from the famous artist Walter Disnee, she hummed and scooped up the rabbit into her hands. She snuggled and whispered comforting words to it that I couldn't make out. And then like a scoundrel, looking right and then to left as if trying to spot if anyone was watching, she did something that sent a shiver down my spine. She open her mouth, her lips peeling back and revealing a maw of needle-thin teeth that sank into the rabbit's throat. She looked reptilian and need not describe any further on what happened. Making a hasty retreat, I could only recall stories of sylvan women luring and seducing human men to unknown fates.</li> </ul></blockquote>

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