Chapter One:
I don't own anything, I really don't know what to say as far as disclaimers, the characters, atleast most of them are either mine or my friends, and a product of my odd imagination. Contrubuted by my loving DM boyfriend Rikimaru. So If you plan to sue me, um don't cause well, i didn't mean anything wrong, and stuff.
I don't quite remember why I started following him, but he was the first one to ever talk to me with out prejudice. That alone made me curious about the ranger. An elf who would speak to a half elven mongruel as an equal... But it was about midday in the Mushroom Woods, or atleast thats what I called it, the humans up north refered to it by some unfitting name, but the woods were filled with mushrooms thus I mark it as such on my map. As a druid, my favorite power is to discuss the world with the local plant life. Most plants will tell you very little, if you need to track someone they have use, but to hold a conversation you talk to fungus, like the elders say, it's one Fun Gui. Cheap, I know. Half way through a discussion on drow, the mushroom felt vibrations above it's roots a ways down. Investigating, I left the decomposer to it's devices and searched for the source of disturbance. I expected goblins or a caravan since the road to town was close, but not seeing any I became nervous.
"I know your here, a friend has nothing to fear from me." I spoke load enough to echo amoung the mostly bare trees of autum.
Moments later a elven ranger stepped out from behind some trees. Bow in hand, the half starved blond elf grinned and laxed his grip on the deadly weapon. Like most elves he had high cheek bones, and narrow blue eyes and braided back blond hair. Those he was not breath taking, the intruder was not ugly, but seemed like if he had to he could take down a few men.
"Good morning." I smiled pleasently seeing my kinsmen was of little treat to me.
Elves generally respect the forest so there was no real threat or reason to be cold to the fellow. "Were you just talking to a plant?" he asked amused.
"Actually a mushroom isn't a plant it's a fungues, mainly they break down dead trees in the forest...." I stopped noticing how bored he was by my ramabling. "Are you looking for the path to town?"
"No, I have business in the forest." he said and walked away.
Business in the forest sounds suspitious, as most villagers feared the dark trees, due to overwhelming numbers of goblins and an equally scary amount of other creepy crawllies. My former companions attempted to purify the forest of evil, but they were easily killed and the darkness continued to grow. Just encase I better follow this elf and make sure he doesn't get killed, or kills anything else. Then I took a form as a falcon and followed.
I don't own anything, I really don't know what to say as far as disclaimers, the characters, atleast most of them are either mine or my friends, and a product of my odd imagination. Contrubuted by my loving DM boyfriend Rikimaru. So If you plan to sue me, um don't cause well, i didn't mean anything wrong, and stuff.
I don't quite remember why I started following him, but he was the first one to ever talk to me with out prejudice. That alone made me curious about the ranger. An elf who would speak to a half elven mongruel as an equal... But it was about midday in the Mushroom Woods, or atleast thats what I called it, the humans up north refered to it by some unfitting name, but the woods were filled with mushrooms thus I mark it as such on my map. As a druid, my favorite power is to discuss the world with the local plant life. Most plants will tell you very little, if you need to track someone they have use, but to hold a conversation you talk to fungus, like the elders say, it's one Fun Gui. Cheap, I know. Half way through a discussion on drow, the mushroom felt vibrations above it's roots a ways down. Investigating, I left the decomposer to it's devices and searched for the source of disturbance. I expected goblins or a caravan since the road to town was close, but not seeing any I became nervous.
"I know your here, a friend has nothing to fear from me." I spoke load enough to echo amoung the mostly bare trees of autum.
Moments later a elven ranger stepped out from behind some trees. Bow in hand, the half starved blond elf grinned and laxed his grip on the deadly weapon. Like most elves he had high cheek bones, and narrow blue eyes and braided back blond hair. Those he was not breath taking, the intruder was not ugly, but seemed like if he had to he could take down a few men.
"Good morning." I smiled pleasently seeing my kinsmen was of little treat to me.
Elves generally respect the forest so there was no real threat or reason to be cold to the fellow. "Were you just talking to a plant?" he asked amused.
"Actually a mushroom isn't a plant it's a fungues, mainly they break down dead trees in the forest...." I stopped noticing how bored he was by my ramabling. "Are you looking for the path to town?"
"No, I have business in the forest." he said and walked away.
Business in the forest sounds suspitious, as most villagers feared the dark trees, due to overwhelming numbers of goblins and an equally scary amount of other creepy crawllies. My former companions attempted to purify the forest of evil, but they were easily killed and the darkness continued to grow. Just encase I better follow this elf and make sure he doesn't get killed, or kills anything else. Then I took a form as a falcon and followed.