Errant
The path to the east is by far the shortest destination, but among the more perilous journeys. Many Knights-Errant before you started their tales in the forest and many more were forgotten behind the brambles of the woods. It is a dangerous expanse filled to the brim with hosts of monsters known only to those who have dared brave its depths.
This is the only place you could ever dream of starting your adventure. What could be more knightly that slaying monsters in a magical forest? You have no doubt in your mind that it is here that you will prove yourself. You stand at the gaping mouth of the forest. Trees look and bend over the pathway shielding any sunlight from hitting the ground below like an umbrella over a table. You pull your sword from its sheath and ready your shield on your arm. There is no telling what may come at you or when; even so you breach the entrance and make your way down the dark path.
As you move forward, your eyes adjust. Thin ribbons of sunlight manage to stream in through the cross of branches, but it is not enough to enlighten you to much of what lay hidden in your path. Much of the greenery, it seems, only thrives above the canopy. Below the only color comes from creeping moss or the strange protrusion of fungi.
You walk for a time along the same thin path, occasionally cutting away spiderwebs or overhanging branches but with little other hindrance. But now the path splits: one way leads down to a ravine, you can hear just the slightest sound of running water in that direction. The other curves to the left where the roughage seems to thin and the light finds more purchase. In situations like these, you know...
This is the only place you could ever dream of starting your adventure. What could be more knightly that slaying monsters in a magical forest? You have no doubt in your mind that it is here that you will prove yourself. You stand at the gaping mouth of the forest. Trees look and bend over the pathway shielding any sunlight from hitting the ground below like an umbrella over a table. You pull your sword from its sheath and ready your shield on your arm. There is no telling what may come at you or when; even so you breach the entrance and make your way down the dark path.
As you move forward, your eyes adjust. Thin ribbons of sunlight manage to stream in through the cross of branches, but it is not enough to enlighten you to much of what lay hidden in your path. Much of the greenery, it seems, only thrives above the canopy. Below the only color comes from creeping moss or the strange protrusion of fungi.
You walk for a time along the same thin path, occasionally cutting away spiderwebs or overhanging branches but with little other hindrance. But now the path splits: one way leads down to a ravine, you can hear just the slightest sound of running water in that direction. The other curves to the left where the roughage seems to thin and the light finds more purchase. In situations like these, you know...