Alright people, I assume you all have been looking forward to this update, so who am I to disappoint you!

While I have your attentions, I suppose I should shamelessly exploit this opportunity to advertise myself, shouldn't I?

So, here's a link to the second recording of my ongoing DnD game, Roll of Int! Sadly, we didn't record the first session, but don't worry, I'm sure our antics will make you burst out in laughter. I am of course, the lovable Evil, the Fishman who's starting a limb collection! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Spoiler: Listen to me play DnD! And other people too, I guess

Spoiler: Winning Votes

[X] YES

[X] I think I found your cat? Or he found me, I guess...

That out of the way, let's get our way on to the real meat! How our dear Oro sees us.

STARTO!

You were Oro, Grand master of Wood, Son of a Fucking Tree, and right now, you were amused to all Hell's.

Here was the first of the next generation of Heylin before you, passed out in the middle of a Jungle under the watchful eye of someone who had induced insane amounts of pain to their person.

In another time, you would have left such fools to the mercy of Nature, but this was indeed not a different time. This was but a mere Cub before you, having not even gone a full Moon under the Heylin banner.

Even without that, just seeing how you had met the cub, and the company he was keeping was enough to catch your interest.

To fly into the middle of the world's densest jungles in the middle of the afternoon using a jet of unique design spoke of many things, not all of them good, when one takes in the age of the Cub himself.

Yet still, his fledgling soul still spoke of fine tempering in both personality and measure, if not a little brittle.

Worse had become more with less, you eventually decided as you got off the spirit you called Chair for sake of ease.

As you locked eyes with the remains of the once Burning Witch, you both knew what had to be said.

"So, the World has need for the Great Witch once again, aye?" You said in your native tongue, forgoing the more newfangled languages you used to amuse yourself with lately to show your seriousness.

It was met with equal measure.

"Apparently so. Dojo has also awakened, though how much of that was simple hunger or boredom can be debated. Still, it does Not change what is Happening." Wuya said, drawing still in the air.

You gave a sharp nod.

"Indeed. Forces are moving once again in broad strokes. Both sides are gaining their forces, and both are aware of it. The Temples have started to gain activity, and The Lizard is starting to stir." You said as you found your eyes were drawn into the darkness around them for a moment, locking sight with a pair of orange eyes before they left as quickly as they appeared.

"So, that Youngling is still kicking as well, eh? Feh! A hundred years brought no change and a hundred thousand would do no better! He is strong, yes. Stronger than I as now? Assuredly. But there is a reason I am who you think of when you hear of HEYLIN." Wuya finished with an ominous snicker.

You fought hard to not roll your eyes for a moment, but you failed. You had forgotten that little habit of 'complimenting' herself over the years.

When you had first met the witch all those years ago, the habit was somewhat justified, given those long legs and hair as red as the fire she spewed. Now? It was just surreal.

"Aye, aye, and your tentacles are a LOVELY shade of purple." You said over your shoulder as you picked up the Cub by the scruff of his coat, tossing him over your good shoulder.

With practiced ease, you had the jungle move out of your path, showing you its inner bounty and danger in equal measure, all bowing to you as the alpha and creator.

If you had known that the little training ground you had started so long ago would become the area it was today, you'd probably have said 'Yeah, most likely'.

Still, your thoughts of the good ol' days from before the Earth was inflated soon came to an end as you approached your 'modest' home. (1)

Spoiler: Dam,Sun!

What could you say? It got BORING living in the Jungle for so long, you just started doing ANYTHING to fill your mind. Damn did it take a bit to grow the glass, but it was WORTH it. As you look through the space of your patio, it couldn't be sweeter.

And before you even knew it, the Night had turned to Day, the time taken up with finally catching up with Wuya after all these centuries. It was...nice, to talk to someone who wasn't a tree or running from you in terror. Much less swearing (On both accounts).

Still, as you eyed the Cub who had been fetched by Ikati, you could already feel yourself lean forward a little in anticipation of whatever new way to amuse you the Cub made.

It seems your extra attention made the Cub take a moment to steel his nerves, but he still got out his following words clearly. Good, a spine was needed to overcome adversity or assholes. They weren't always mutually exclusive.

"I think I found your cat? Or he found me, I guess..." Cub asked, before trailing off at seeing your unchanging face as you locked eyes with him, on the inside barely concealing your grin, made all the harder by the fact that you could feel Ikati roll his eyes as he made his way back to his Den.

God, if there was one thing you were thankful for in this day and age, it was the Internet. It encouraged people to become more entertaining than they had in YEARS, and was a great time-filler.

Also the porn, that was worth its own reward. No more peering through trees for THIS Oro!...though you still did. Cause what was the point of learning something only to never use it.

But, you let none of your thoughts show on your face as you merely waved your hand over to the empty chair at your table.

As the Cub hesitantly made his way over to the table, you watched his eyes dart over their surrounding, while maintaining a calm facade. Good, the Cub wasn't completely clueless despite his inexperience...

Still, as the Cub took his seat, you decided to throw him a line.

"You're not wrong, little Cub. Ikati does what he wants, and he wanted you here." You bullshit a little. Ikati absolutely obeyed your orders to bring the Cub here, lest he become the later part of the Cycle of Nature, but by giving the Cub an 'over-arching, destiny' vibe, you both inflated his own ego while subtly decreasing your own. Worked wonders for negotiating.

Still, nothing else for it. As you saw the Cub start to put his back into the chair and minutely release tension from his eyes, you could already see the questions forming in his eyes.

"Come now Cub, speak your thoughts."

It was what you were here for, after all.

[] What...Did you do last night?

[] Where am I? I mean, it's your house, but...

[] Why did you do...whatever you did?

[] You said you were the Grandmaster, but...What does that MEAN?

[] Do you know where the Lasso Boa-Boa is?

[] Write-In

Choose TWO of the Above Options

END OF CHAPTER

(1) A little nod towards how the world was believed flat, and how someone who lived BEFORE and AFTER that little fact might view it.

And there we have it. I hope you all enjoy everything within it.

Also, again for the Sufficient Velocity readers, you CAN vote for this story from that version. In fact, I encourage it!

That's all for now folks, see you all again soon!