The Dark Forest
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The group started to split into their respective halves when Greggor the Great opened up the package to reveal the camera: one of those hefty, old school ones that nearly topped you over when he heaved it into your arms. “So, traveler?” Slightly out of breath, he chuckled, watching you regain your balance. “What’ll it be?”
Despite having a Brothers Grimm name, you decided to go with the forest party on the grounds that, at the very least, you weren't investigating a literal graveyard! You smiled. “I think I’ll stick with you.”
“And what a fine choice!” Filtering out of the Burning Blade, the building no longer heaving with collective breath, and onto the still damp streets, the cemetery gang went one way while you headed in the direction indicated by your guide pointing with statesmanlike majesty.
“Onward, my friends!”
The hunting party you went with was all chatter and jeering as you approached the dark forest, either having lost interest in keeping up the facade of their game or unintimidated by what may lie beyond the snarled mesh of tree limbs you ducked through one by one. Thinking to yourself, you were content in the idea you made the right choice- I mean, it’s not like you believed in any of that junk…
Meandering through the rank forest air was the sordid stench of dead frog mingling with fungal tree bark rot- homes for strange, chirping animal life, watching with eyes that glinted in the darkness. Some scurried from burrow to burrow, others sloughed across your path as dried sticks and leaves crunched underfoot. Still, you were more bothered by the incessant blood sucking insects you were sweating away than any creatures of the night attacking you…
One of the Hounds groaned, “We really gotta be out here, hunting werewolves?” Curiously trailing his longing gaze, you angle the camera up. Atop a distant, rocky hill sat a twinkling bouquet of colorful silks and merry music drifting down the cliff side, cutting through the stale silence. It was a sure contrast to the dreary place you blew into…
“Why, of course! It is the most noble of pursuits-” Your guide proclaimed, peering through a net of craggily brush. He added roguishly, “Besides, we all remember what happened last time we partied with the Guild of Mystics…” A wave of uproarious fist bumps and whoops passed through the group! Your suspicions that this was one of those Elk’s Clubs were all but confirmed by how little they evidently cared about stealth.
Clearing through a dense thicket, you peered out onto some great body of water that spanned nearly the width of the forest. Uninhibited by tree cover, the full moon shone in shivering, alabaster gouges across the cool water. It was so massive and beautiful…My, without the stars, it was so large you could just about touch it from where you stood!
Swallowing thickly, you shook yourself from your trance to find yourself alone. Oh shit. Panickedly looking about, you saw the last tailings of the group creeping in two directions.
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