Xeresgate
Those apples are food and you're hungry! Enough said.
You hurriedly take the path toward the orchard, almost able to taste those sweet, red, juicy fruits in your mouth already! Not losing all sense of wariness, you glance quickly around for orchard farmers or workers of some sort once you reach the fence. All the guard these delicious-looking apples seem to have is a rickety wooden fence with a singular sign-board nailed to it that reads "DANGER!".
"Hmph," you think. "Such tricks may scare away the local youngsters, but I'm no yokel!"
You happily hop the fence and approach the nearest apple tree, overly-laden with the gleaming fruits. The lowest one on the lowest branch seems juuust beyond your reach, so you stand on your tiptoes to get it.
You've almost got it when you notice the branch move... not in the gentle sway of the wind or anything, but almost as if it were... slithering! Instinctively, you retract your hand, but it is too late. A deadly brown tree viper has attached itself and its poisonous venom to your wrist.
You sling the Chameleon-like snake to the ground, where its head is dashed against a nearby rock, killing it. As its venom courses through your veins and you feel your muscles constricting in painful death, the fact that the viper is dead is little consolation.
You hurriedly take the path toward the orchard, almost able to taste those sweet, red, juicy fruits in your mouth already! Not losing all sense of wariness, you glance quickly around for orchard farmers or workers of some sort once you reach the fence. All the guard these delicious-looking apples seem to have is a rickety wooden fence with a singular sign-board nailed to it that reads "DANGER!".
"Hmph," you think. "Such tricks may scare away the local youngsters, but I'm no yokel!"
You happily hop the fence and approach the nearest apple tree, overly-laden with the gleaming fruits. The lowest one on the lowest branch seems juuust beyond your reach, so you stand on your tiptoes to get it.
You've almost got it when you notice the branch move... not in the gentle sway of the wind or anything, but almost as if it were... slithering! Instinctively, you retract your hand, but it is too late. A deadly brown tree viper has attached itself and its poisonous venom to your wrist.
You sling the Chameleon-like snake to the ground, where its head is dashed against a nearby rock, killing it. As its venom courses through your veins and you feel your muscles constricting in painful death, the fact that the viper is dead is little consolation.
