Rain. Lots of rain.
Yet he walked.
A man, dressed in dark green leather armor and a dirty hood, walked quietly on a muddy path in the forest.
Rain battered his body, making his already soaked clothing even wetter. His orange hair was matted under the hood and his brown eyes were dull and unfocused.
He had been traveling for days, towards a village that he was sure was mythical.
There was a rumor about the woods he traveled in. At the center of the great forest was a village. The village was said to have been built around an ancient ruin.
And within the ruin was a sword of legend.
A dark and cursed blade called Eyebreaker. The sword was said to have the ability to break the mind of an enemy, and bend them to the wielder's will.
The only problem was the forest.
The forest was called the Lost Woods. Those who entered never returned, but there was no threats in the forest to speak of.
Nobody knew why the people who ventured in never returned, as the Lost Woods seemed harmless. There were no wolves or bears in the forest, and at the same time, no food or water.
It was a good thing the man had brought so much food into the forest with him, as he soon discovered that not even plants bore fruit in the Lost Woods.
The man walked on.
His name was Vulgern Truntenth. He was a ranger trained by a long line of Robin Hood esque men.
His father had been a hero of justice, upholding the right whenever he saw wrong and defending the weak from the strong.
Vulgern had always wanted to be like his father. He wanted to be a hero to the people, someone to be trusted and respected.
But one thing held him back.
He was simply not strong enough. He could swing a sword and shoot a bow, but he lacked enough strength to pierce armor or cut hides.
So he pursued Eyebreaker. The blade with the power to bend minds and break wills.
Vulgern knew that he most likely lacked the will to control the weapon, and that it would overwhelm him. But that mattered little when his dreams were on the line.
He walked ever forward, ignoring the rain that was now starting to lessen in it's onslaught.
The Lost Woods seemed to heed his call, and a small figure appeared in between the trees.
Vulgern immediately noticed the change in atmosphere, skeptic of the enchanted forests intentions.
He stopped for a moment, weighing his decision. The figure through the trees was obviously a village, but was it the one from the legends?
Vulgern then began his trek to the village, knowing that the forest called him here for a reason.