The Tainted Forest
The western road from Rhy?Din continues for some time unhindered. There is a fork several miles away, one branching off southwest while the other turns northwest. The northern path cuts through a large forest with thick and healthy green trees and wildlife. Birds nest in the trees and sing for travelers, putting a weary heart at rest with their enchanting song. The road is smooth and wide making two-way traffic common and simple. As it winds and turns and cuts deeper into the woods, there is another part that branches off and turns directly westward once more. The forest is much the same here, with thick and healthy trees teeming with life. But it starts to fade; the further in one gets, the thicker the trees become. A fog begins to cover the road, a very light presence that hovers and swirls at travelers? ankles. The treys are grey and dying, the wildlife is twisted and mutated. A birdsong is a hoarse cry, a warning to tread carefully in the lands ahead. The wolves are hulking creatures with a taste for human flesh, not a thing in these lands is as it should be.
There is a faint howling on the wind, which blows through and rustles the old and rotting trees ominously, making the gnarled fingers of their branches seem to sway and reach out toward travelers. The howl is a song, some say, and a call. It compels the weak of will to step off of the path, to brave the perils of the tainted forest. Hidden amongst the trees are creatures of unnatural origin, dark monsters and undead waiting to feast or drag victims away from the road. And everything is dark once off the road, like the sun has abandoned the world. Lights shimmer in the distance, golden orbs that dance before vanishing without a trace, coaxing travelers onward.
Those who survive find themselves at the beginning of a narrow path, no matter where they entered the forest.
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The western road from Rhy?Din continues for some time unhindered. There is a fork several miles away, one branching off southwest while the other turns northwest. The northern path cuts through a large forest with thick and healthy green trees and wildlife. Birds nest in the trees and sing for travelers, putting a weary heart at rest with their enchanting song. The road is smooth and wide making two-way traffic common and simple. As it winds and turns and cuts deeper into the woods, there is another part that branches off and turns directly westward once more. The forest is much the same here, with thick and healthy trees teeming with life. But it starts to fade; the further in one gets, the thicker the trees become. A fog begins to cover the road, a very light presence that hovers and swirls at travelers? ankles. The treys are grey and dying, the wildlife is twisted and mutated. A birdsong is a hoarse cry, a warning to tread carefully in the lands ahead. The wolves are hulking creatures with a taste for human flesh, not a thing in these lands is as it should be.
There is a faint howling on the wind, which blows through and rustles the old and rotting trees ominously, making the gnarled fingers of their branches seem to sway and reach out toward travelers. The howl is a song, some say, and a call. It compels the weak of will to step off of the path, to brave the perils of the tainted forest. Hidden amongst the trees are creatures of unnatural origin, dark monsters and undead waiting to feast or drag victims away from the road. And everything is dark once off the road, like the sun has abandoned the world. Lights shimmer in the distance, golden orbs that dance before vanishing without a trace, coaxing travelers onward.
Those who survive find themselves at the beginning of a narrow path, no matter where they entered the forest.
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