You arrive at the deep woods
From Create Your Own Story
By sunset, you arrive in the deep woods, and deep woods is a very appropriate name for it. The trees are very close together here, some as large as sky scrapers. Barely any sun light bleeds through the leaves, and yet you aren't straining to see anything. Everything is perfectly visible, as though the trees themselves give off the faintest light. The air is very pure, the freshest and best smelling air you've ever experienced, with a light mist swirling around you. This place is very old, possibly as old as the world itself, but you don't feel intimidated by it. In fact, it almost feels like you're coming home for the first time.
Angienta smiles at your astonishment, before walking up to one of the bigger trees. She rests her hand upon its bark, and closes her eyes. You would ask her what she's doing, but refrain as she seems to be deep in concentration.
Finally, she turns to you, and says, "We'll set up camp here. I've gotten permission."
"Permission?" you ask, utterly confused by her words.
"This tree gave us permission to use it."
"You... talked to the tree?" you ask, astonished.
"You don't?" she asks in response, "You being a dark elf, that surprises me. Normally, you're so in tuned with a tree's song that you can hear it without coming in contact with them."
"Um... I... sorry, I guess I never learned how."
Though surprised by this, she shrugs it off. "Well, whatever, I can teach you to listen to them. Now, come on, we need to set up camp before it gets dark." she says, as she starts to climb.
"Up there?" you ask.
"Of course. She gave us permission, so don't worry."
"Um... okay." you nervously say, and look up. You nearly fall to the ground from dizziness at the sheer size of this tree. But looking at Angienta, you see that she's climbing it with ease. So, you take a deep breath and follow her up. To your surprise, your body is extremely light now, and are able to climb pretty quickly. In fact, you'd probably say the only weight you do carry is on your chest. But even that seems to have gotten lighter recently. Perhaps it's the deep forest, might explain why the trees are so huge.
Close to sunset, you finally reach your destination, a small flat area where all the top branches meet. As though the tree itself fashioned a camp area for you. Angienta is already unloading her pack, and setting up a fire.
"Won't that burn the tree too?" you ask.
"It's enchanted, so it won't even touch the tree." she explains.
You sit down across from her, and take off your pack and bow, setting both down next to you. Funny, despite the long trek here, and the long climb, you aren't tired. In fact, you feel invigorated, ready for more even. If you were still an orc, you'd be dead from exhaustion right about now.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, female orc, named Ronama | Equipment:
Hunter uniform, quiver full of arrows |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 100 | |
