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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6883968" data-attributes="member: 6696971">The ground is a tangled mess of gnarled roots and a foot deep of wet, rotting leaves and all manner of fetid detritus.&nbsp; Every step is a terrible noise and a threat to claim your footing.The trees are old.&nbsp; They lean under the weight of their years and the thick, oily foliage that adorns their branches.&nbsp; Everything here drinks of the blackness of the sky and the dead river that runs through it.&nbsp; The dark ooze seeps from tree bark like a sap.&nbsp; It covers leaves like dew.&nbsp; The fog feels like it is the necrotic goop evaporated.&nbsp; It may well be.&nbsp; The stench is overwhelming...that of a tomb filled with rotted corpses...flooded for hundreds of years...a soup of decay.[sblock]I'm going to need a DD Con from both of you.&nbsp; You can roll Quality for Rawr.[/sblock]The dark and the fog almost feel like they're &quot;fighting&quot; the light of your sword.&nbsp; It seems so insignificant...the darkness so dense.[sblock]Your questions are in reverse order.[/sblock]1)&nbsp; The ground continues to pitch ever so slightly...down...down...slowly down.&nbsp; You can hear something thick flowing coming from that direction.2)&nbsp; Everywhere you go you hear the wet scrunching of your feet.&nbsp; It could be masking any number of lurking things.&nbsp; But you are not taken unawares when one of those lurking things becomes manifest.&nbsp; You meander into stand of trees unlike the rest.&nbsp; Three of them loom before you, their visages barely visible by the puny light of your sword (Reach).&nbsp; An abomination of cypress trees.&nbsp; Spindly arms end in sharp, oozy sticks like claws.&nbsp; Great pits serve as eyes.&nbsp; Maws with nasty teeth like that of the Roper you encountered in the bowels of Earthmaw.&nbsp; Greasy branches make crackling, slimy sounds.3)&nbsp; Unlike the deep, oaken voice of an ancient Treant, the Dark Trees voices are like the rasp of a death rattle combined with a nest of vipers:DT1:&nbsp; &quot;This one is pretty.&quot;DT2:&nbsp; &quot;Nothing is pretty.&quot;DT3:&nbsp; &quot;Then let us make him nothing...&quot;All three:&nbsp; &quot;Nothing is tasty...&quot;The rotted leaves and roots beneath you begin to shift violently.&nbsp; Sickly, oozing branches cut the darkness and the fog beyond the light of your sword.&nbsp; They're coming toward you and Rawr.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6883968, member: 6696971"] The ground is a tangled mess of gnarled roots and a foot deep of wet, rotting leaves and all manner of fetid detritus. Every step is a terrible noise and a threat to claim your footing. The trees are old. They lean under the weight of their years and the thick, oily foliage that adorns their branches. Everything here drinks of the blackness of the sky and the dead river that runs through it. The dark ooze seeps from tree bark like a sap. It covers leaves like dew. The fog feels like it is the necrotic goop evaporated. It may well be. The stench is overwhelming...that of a tomb filled with rotted corpses...flooded for hundreds of years...a soup of decay. [sblock]I'm going to need a DD Con from both of you. You can roll Quality for Rawr.[/sblock] The dark and the fog almost feel like they're "fighting" the light of your sword. It seems so insignificant...the darkness so dense. [sblock]Your questions are in reverse order.[/sblock] 1) The ground continues to pitch ever so slightly...down...down...slowly down. You can hear something thick flowing coming from that direction. 2) Everywhere you go you hear the wet scrunching of your feet. It could be masking any number of lurking things. But you are not taken unawares when one of those lurking things becomes manifest. You meander into stand of trees unlike the rest. Three of them loom before you, their visages barely visible by the puny light of your sword (Reach). An abomination of cypress trees. Spindly arms end in sharp, oozy sticks like claws. Great pits serve as eyes. Maws with nasty teeth like that of the Roper you encountered in the bowels of Earthmaw. Greasy branches make crackling, slimy sounds. 3) Unlike the deep, oaken voice of an ancient Treant, the Dark Trees voices are like the rasp of a death rattle combined with a nest of vipers: DT1: "This one is pretty." DT2: "Nothing is pretty." DT3: "Then let us make him nothing..." All three: "Nothing is tasty..." The rotted leaves and roots beneath you begin to shift violently. Sickly, oozing branches cut the darkness and the fog beyond the light of your sword. They're coming toward you and Rawr. [/QUOTE]

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