Into the Woods
jmucchiello
Hero
"For some, evil is what they are, demons and the like. For others, evil is a choice," Terry says to Angelique. "It's a bad choice. Evil is very bad, after all.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Having finished his drink, Bimpnott nods appreciatively at the wizard as he returns his cup.
"Just show us the path and we'll take it from there," the firbolg says calmly as they walk up to the forest.
But then he hesitates for a moment as he seems to realize they are entering what he knows can be a very dangerous place, full of predators and monsters.
"In there?" he asks, stalling but trying not to let his anxiety show.
"Just show us the path and we'll take it from there," the firbolg says calmly as they walk up to the forest.
But then he hesitates for a moment as he seems to realize they are entering what he knows can be a very dangerous place, full of predators and monsters.
"In there?" he asks, stalling but trying not to let his anxiety show.
Albrecht has emptied out his waterskin, pouring into one of the plants by the windowsill, and filled it with the remaining portions of the wizard's homebrew. He takes a final sip from his glass, and wipes his moustache with the inside cuff of his sleeve.
"Well, we should be going," he suggests. "The lad won't find himself."
"Well, we should be going," he suggests. "The lad won't find himself."
mips42
Adventurer
The collection of houses collectively known as Knotwood is fairly quiet. There are a few children playing enthusiastically, and a handful of chickens wandering about. But, otherwise, the place is fairly quiet. apparently most of the citizens are out at their fields. Just on the north edge of the village, you find the path that Mertrand mentioned and begin upon it.
The path is relatively straight and flat, with only the occasional stone breaking up the hard-pack surface. The path curves up to the top of a small hillock and, there, you get your first look at the woods itself. There is a wide swath of stumps and thinner trees where it's been cleared for housing and other needs but, beyond that, the bank of trees stretches to the left and right in a tight, dense wall.
Walking to the edge of the dense copse of trees, the path leads you to a small break in the wall of trees and underbrush of ferns and some sort of thorny vines. Even from the edge of the trees, you get a feeling of foreboding, as if someone or some THING is aware of you and not at all happy you are there. And, at the same time, there is another sense of pleasure, even giddiness or joy. Even without entering, you can tell that the woods is a very odd place.
The path is relatively straight and flat, with only the occasional stone breaking up the hard-pack surface. The path curves up to the top of a small hillock and, there, you get your first look at the woods itself. There is a wide swath of stumps and thinner trees where it's been cleared for housing and other needs but, beyond that, the bank of trees stretches to the left and right in a tight, dense wall.
Walking to the edge of the dense copse of trees, the path leads you to a small break in the wall of trees and underbrush of ferns and some sort of thorny vines. Even from the edge of the trees, you get a feeling of foreboding, as if someone or some THING is aware of you and not at all happy you are there. And, at the same time, there is another sense of pleasure, even giddiness or joy. Even without entering, you can tell that the woods is a very odd place.
Andar focuses on the whispers as they walk, listening for thoughts he is unfamiliar with.
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mips42
Adventurer
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As you stand at the edge of rhe copse of trees and open your awareness, you are nearly overwhelmed as a flood of senses pour into your mind. Beyond the general apprehension of your companions, there is a mass of other inputs. Not so much thoughts in the "normal" sense but, rather, something simpler and more primal. If you were to attempt to put them into words, it would be a combination of fear, hatred, anger, and a desperate need to feed.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Bimpnott swallows hard as he imagines all the dangerous predators and monsters of the wood watching him... But when he turns to his companions, he just smiles.
”Stay with me,” he says, and walks into the forest with big steps, seemingly fearless.
”Stay with me,” he says, and walks into the forest with big steps, seemingly fearless.
Albrecht catches up, with Bimpnott. For some reason he is already out of breath.
jmucchiello
Hero
"These woods are so nice." Terry breathes in deeply. "Smell that air. We should walk through forests more often."
