- Posted: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 01:29:17 +0000
You find yourself surrounded by a vast thick fog. It is impossible to get your bearings as you stumble forward on the rough dirt terrain. You hear whispers in the Mists. Either the voices are too soft or are in a language you don’t recognize but you remain unsure as you are unable to distinguish the words spoken. Some are soft and soothing, while others have a low rumble of threat.
The voices press around you, growing louder but still indistinguishable. You press forward hoping to rid yourself of the near deafening roar of voices. Voices which were driving you further and faster with every step.
Suddenly you run through something. It felt faintly like walking through a spider’s web but was accompanied by a purple pulsing shimmer. The fog tore away with the sensation and your foot crunches atop a fallen pine branch.
You faintly hear the gentle sounds of birds signing and tall trees creaking in the wind.
You find yourself on a small forest path lined with natural stones. Behind you the Mists are gone and you see only the same forest and path trailing until a bend. Though a chill wind came from that direction and you are certain to find yourself back in a fog retreating.
The early autumn sun shines through the trees and warms you invitingly. Your eyes finally fall on a carved wooden sign. A small bear, raven and dragon were carved standing on top of the sign. The words on the sign looked as though they were formed as knots in the wood itself. You gather it must have taken a skilled craftsperson to create such seamless lettering.
“Welcome Weary Traveler to Urvidrae Grove”
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