Author: Nyromix, Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 5:48 AM, Post Subject: To Hell & Back [P]

Cedric was wandering around, looking for the old hermit's house. He hasn't visited the man in a long time, he surely hoped he wasn't dead.
He finally found his house, for it to be empty, but the cooking food could mean that he just went out to get some mushrooms for some unknown meal he 
was preparing.

Cedric wondered what 3 months would do to 2 dead trolls. He put his beaked mask on and walked toward the troll campsite. Once he arrived, the camp stood exactly like it did 3 months ago. Destroyed logs, tattered tents, 2 cages and 2 troll skeletons, the third one was missing, possibly drifted away.

Cedric looked around and saw that he wasn't alone. "Clari?" Cedric shouted, calling to the blonde woman.
"Fancy seeing you here, Clari!" He rambled on, not noticing that it was someone else.

"So, how are ya-" Cedric stopped in his tracks, he was so embarrassed at mistaking the woman for one of his older friends.
"Sorry, I must've mistook you for someone else" Cedric explained. "You're probably very confused at what happened in this camp."

 "So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, and the camp. You probably won't like to hear me ramble about it."

Author: Aevaeterna, Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 5:24 AM, Post Subject: To Hell & Back [P]

The Forest of Viren was one of the places where inspiration from any action could be found in abundance. Ancient oaks twisted hundreds of feet high, clawing at the sky as their great bodies swaying in a primeval dance within the wind. An odd, ethereal ambiance that filled the forest was…. Utterly surreal.

Her silken slippers rather unevenly squelched in the mud, causing her steps to be particularly slow as she moved through the dew-decorated foliage, the soft, quiet whisper of the violin's horse-hair bow across the strings causing a low, gentle song to thrum through the trees. She pirouetted idly upon her heel, her platinum blonde hair swirling about her shoulders as she utters a soft laugh… Breaking into a clearing she pauses, and slowly lowers the instrument, noting the two rather massive skeletons. As the song ceased, the ambiance of the forest descended once more, dipping the clearing and abandoned campsite into a rather eery silence.A crow croaks from above before fluttering away with a loud whistle of feathers. Elenoir pauses a moment, absorbing the scene: the bleached bones, the sunlight filtering through the trees, the smell of rotted meat and drying leather, the sound of the old, tattered tent flaps in the soft breeze… Oh what a song this would invoke!