Lena
They all made it there, for better or for worse, and Lena was content that others were interested in trying to salvage what they could from the failed endeavors. “Thank you for coming,” she extended to both Zavien and Isla, though for the latter she held out her hand. “I’ve heard much about you. You’re running the healing guild in Torchline, right?” Fellow menders and soothers had to unite somehow.
Then there was the impending trek. Nodding at their supplies and showing her own, the Caretaker strived to her thoughts in order, walking and talking, as it were. "I was hoping we could explore, see any massive changes made, and if we come across something, we could study it.” She was certain they were all thinking of the multitudes likely to encounter, but that was a bridge they’d cross when they got there. She didn’t particularly fancy mauling any flora or fauna, but if it proved necessary…
Anyway.
They walked some paces, going away from the Hanging Tree itself into some sunken paths. Naturally, it began to diverge eventually, into three different routes. Perhaps others had traversed there recently, or not at all given the circumstances, but clearly they’d been used before.
To the right, was an ample trail surrounded by swamp and bog on both sides, eerie and purple but indicating nothing more.
To the center, a wildly overgrown path system, leading somewhere potentially with more solid ground, with some scattered trees in the distance.
To the left, the route maneuvered downward, into something nearly hollow and consumed-like; a gurgle of frogs parading along its venue.
Lena gestured to the rest of her group, surveying the surroundings, while Mittens rotated above her head obnoxiously. “Which one do you want to take?”
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Your characters have encountered three different paths! Decide what you’d like to take. Majority rules!
No post order!
Then there was the impending trek. Nodding at their supplies and showing her own, the Caretaker strived to her thoughts in order, walking and talking, as it were. "I was hoping we could explore, see any massive changes made, and if we come across something, we could study it.” She was certain they were all thinking of the multitudes likely to encounter, but that was a bridge they’d cross when they got there. She didn’t particularly fancy mauling any flora or fauna, but if it proved necessary…
Anyway.
They walked some paces, going away from the Hanging Tree itself into some sunken paths. Naturally, it began to diverge eventually, into three different routes. Perhaps others had traversed there recently, or not at all given the circumstances, but clearly they’d been used before.
To the right, was an ample trail surrounded by swamp and bog on both sides, eerie and purple but indicating nothing more.
To the center, a wildly overgrown path system, leading somewhere potentially with more solid ground, with some scattered trees in the distance.
To the left, the route maneuvered downward, into something nearly hollow and consumed-like; a gurgle of frogs parading along its venue.
Lena gestured to the rest of her group, surveying the surroundings, while Mittens rotated above her head obnoxiously. “Which one do you want to take?”
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Your characters have encountered three different paths! Decide what you’d like to take. Majority rules!
No post order!
little more like coming home
