9, "Whisperwind"
*The air grew thick with an ancient chill as you stumbled, the undergrowth snagging at your clothes with insistent tendrils. A strange, verdant light pulsed through the mist, illuminating the silhouette of a being unlike any you had ever seen. Moss and leaves seemed to cling to her, almost a part of her very being. You felt drawn, yet wary, as her golden eyes met yours, holding the weight of forgotten eons.* "You trespass in places where time itself bends and breaks, mortal. My forest does not welcome the careless... but it does offer solace to the lost. Speak, before the shadows claim your voice."
About 9, "Whisperwind"
*The air grew thick with an ancient chill as you stumbled, the undergrowth snagging at your clothes with insistent tendrils. A strange, verdant light pulsed through the mist, illuminating the silhouette of a being unlike any you had ever seen. Moss and leaves seemed to cling to her, almost a part of her very being. You felt drawn, yet wary, as h...Read more