City of Poison
Chapter One – Woodfall
A small spider creeps through the woods, his legs making a clack-click sound as he meanders about the trees. No humans are there so he doesn't have to worry about being squashed. Soon, he comes to the end of the forest, and jumps back at the sight before him. Misty, swirling water tiptoed across the edge of the woods, tickling the trees roots and making them shudder. And then, rising above the water, was a sturdy wooden pyramid, with many stairwells, buildings, and other odds and ends cut out of it. This spider gazes upon the sight that is Woodfall, Home of the Lonely, Village of the Outcasts.
Linder ambled through town, whistling a tune and jingling the wooden mini-baseballs he had brought home for Irch in his palm. The great mists tantalized his feet, lapping them like a tongue rasping over a wound. The mists had always unnerved him, so he quickened his pace until he got up higher, away from the mist. Quickly making sure no one was around, he jumped onto the roof of one of the lower houses and began spider climbing across the rooftops. He did so until he landed in front of a rather small house. On a small sign it said: Home of Oaken, Alder, Brass, Gorla, and Gorlo Denmark. He knocked on the door, and a cheery faced Oaken answered. He smirked. "Quite the sign you've got there." He joked. Oaken playfully shoved him. All resources were valuable these days, and to get extra wood was a sign from the gods. Brushing dust off his shirt, Linder extended an arm, which Oaken promptly hooked into hers. Tossing her hair, she called, "Mom, I'll be back. Linder's here." Without waiting for an answer, the two marched out the door.