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The beauty of the woods did not dim, and Stephen found himself wondering why he had never ventured in before. While he pondered this, he absently changed direction...to find the fox again. It stared at him just like before, eyes full of amusement. What was so amusing? He almost thought to ask it. But like before, it was gone before he had the chance. But he had seen it twice now...He must have traveling in the right direction. Unless the fox meant to lead him away, to something sinister...Shaking the ominous thought, Stephen chased after it.

A broken twig lies in your path. Bending down to retrieve it, you notice that it has a faint spicy scent and the inside of the wood is green and pliable. Something has passed through here recently.

You win two points this turn.

Total points: 9

You happen upon a clearing. At the very center lies a fairy circle of mushrooms, unusually large, and within it several rabbits, which are all staring at you. Their gaze is unsettling. They seem to know something.


You may choose to either take a rabbit or walk away with two points. Please quote me with your decision! If you choose a rabbit, provide your order of preference (omitting any you aren't interested in). If we don't hear back from you within 24 hours, you will be given two points and the game will move on. Rabbits whose uncert links are crossed out have already been claimed.

Total points: 0

There's nothing better than stew during the winter months.

Nothing better than a warm pint filling your belly, mixing with the juices of a plump little quail or gamey deer.

These thoughts are what spring her to action, cause her fingers to wrap deftly around the bow she had carved herself; shove arrows carefully into their quiver. She tugs her wild frizz of autumn-colored hair into submission, weaving it into a haphazard braid that falls halfway down her back. Her nails are dark crescents of dirt and grime, her face smudged with the very same substance.

Her first step into the Wardwood is a light one, her pace steady as she moves through the tangle of branches. The light in her glittering green eyes tells stories of practice, experience. As she breaks into a small clearing, the sun blaring down on her lanky frame, she lets a grin spread across her weather-roughened face; dimples prominent among the light scattering of freckles that color her cheeks. Already, she can hear the sounds of the animals belong to the wood.

A-ha! Well, it appeared as if Gabriel was on the right track again. Morai may have scared their target away, however, as he stumbled over a log. he lay there a moment on his side, tongue stuck out, and then decided that he was not in fact dead and got up to continue.

Tucking the hair in her pocket just in case, Maggie again tucked her herb basket against her hip and follows the trail with a faint frown of concentration. Caught up in the game of fox-tracking, she has forgotten, for the moment, her original errand that brought her into the woods in the first place.

The forest is quiet; by now most of the birds have migrated south, and the only sounds you've heard for the past several minutes are the rustling of the breeze in the trees, the plop of acorns falling, the quiet scraping rustle as a leaf descends to the forest floor, and the occasional rasp of a squirrel gnawing on a nut's shell in the distance. It is peaceful — or, depending on your character's preferences, a little eerie.

The shrill, almost-human scream of a rabbit's death cry shatters the silence. Once you've taken a moment to recover (or, if you're a badass mofo, coolly evaluate the situation) you head in the scream's direction. It could be the work of a hawk, but there's still a good chance a fox is nearby.

You win three points this turn.

Total points: 9