The heart of the forest
You retrieve the old, worn map from your satchel, fingers trembling as you attempt to decipher its cryptic symbols. Maganwyth had spoken of landmarks to guide you, but as you scrutinize the confusing layout, you realize that this journey will require more than mere directions.
Undaunted, you follow the map’s twisting lines, venturing deep into the dense forest. The trees, towering overhead, seem to close in around you, their gnarled branches scraping against your skin like the fingers of some ancient and malevolent creature. Yet, the map leads you on, urging you forward with its arcane symbols.
As you approach your destination, the woods begin to change, becoming more alive and unpredictable. You catch glimpses of strange and terrifying creatures lurking in the shadows, their glowing eyes following your every move. The trees themselves seem to warp and twist, as if they are alive and plotting against you.
Despite the danger, you press on, resolute in your mission. Finally, you emerge into a small clearing, the soft light filtering through the trees casting an eerie glow on the ground. In the center, a single plant stands tall, its delicate petals glowing with a faint, ethereal light.
You move closer, plucking the herb from the ground with a shaking hand. But as you turn to leave, a low growl emanates from the brush behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as a massive wolf steps out into the clearing, its baleful eyes fixed upon you. Its breath, hot and fetid, wafts over you, carrying the stench of rot and death. Your heart pounds in your chest as you clutch the herb tightly, unsure if you will make it out alive.
Do you…