KayTee
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- Jun 26, 2017
The Fey Forest
Camwyn moved cautiously through the dense woodland. The shortcut had seemed like a good idea in theory. The Map she had seen at the border garrison outpost had clearly shown that, if she cut through the Dimwoods, she would reach the Imperial Road in three days rather than the ten or more it would take to go around.
The Guardsmen had warned her off of course. To humans, woodland was always inhabited by ghosts, goblins and monsters. But Camwyn was an elf, daughter of Elgarwyn, first ranger of the Wilds, and she herself a trained ranger of the Glimmerwood. No forest could cause her to be ill at ease.
Or so she had thought. But this woodland was different. The sounds, the scents. There was more here of decay and death that any wood she had ever known. The trees and plants grew in strange ways and many of the species she did not recognise at all.
She adjusted her cloak around her shoulders and wished, for the first time on this journey, that she had brought armour and not just her travelling leathers. The high leather boots, short leather skirt and jerkin served to camouflage her, but they offered les protection.
Now she moved carefully. Her bow strung and her hand ready to knock an arrow should she need to as she advanced, her elven vision seeking pathways.