Lore of the Jungle [GM'd by Coal]
Jan 23, 2017 19:57:17 GMT -7
Post by Coal on Jan 23, 2017 19:57:17 GMT -7
Heed these words, you foolish children, venture not into that Forest. It is death, it is rot. Your soul will be forfeit and your life will belong to them! Never enter there! NEVER! But the youths care little for this warning, soon finding themselves at the end of a long journey, standing before a forest of immense beauty, and yet they shiver none the less. As they step into the lush green, they vanish from sight into a world of emerald, pushing through the foliage and fauna in search of treasure, or perhaps glory and fame. All they find is their death, their screams echoing throughout the forest, yet to never be heard outside of the forest then or ever again. A howl pierced the veil, or perhaps it was more of a roar, and it rumbled the Jungle. It was the roar of the king.
There’s evil that lurks in the depths of this forest, a blackness that coats the realm in vile oil, greasy villainy. Dread spirits lurk in this forest of lush green, dense and expansive, hiding the perversions of the very world in which they inhabit. All who ask are turned away, told to flee and not to come looking for the forest again, for it will deaden their minds with curiosity and blacken their souls while it does so. Yet there are still the fool and brave, seeking the forest for the treasure that is said to be held inside, as the forest has overgrown many ruins of civilizations older than all who live today. This is the Forest of Lore.
The day is bright and, although not quite noon, it was warm and a bit humid. Mosquitoes buzzed in the air to and from, biting human and animal alike every now and then to draw blood from their bodies. Clouds rolled lazily in fat puffs of fluffy white, far apart like backwoods neighbors with acres of blue between them, lacking the threat of rain and only once in a while casting a shadow as they passed over the sun. Exotic birds played from tree to tree, dancing between the fat leaves of the countries forests, hiding in the exotic canopies or flying over the grasslands. Their song could be heard all over, even if at times they could not be seen, and it could either be beautiful or just annoying chatter.
Those who have come together (The PCs) will find themselves on a massive path through the center of Kusa no Kuni’s capital, Aokusa, and it was known as the Green Mile. This was the road for marketing and commerce, for the stretch of one mile, shops and hawkers could be seen as far as the eye would allow. Taverns and Bars set up all along the road in strategic and available locations, beckoning the weary travel to enter, take a load off and have a drink, perhaps stay for the night. Beggers dotted the road as well, sitting in archways and off the path against walls, perhaps in alleyways begging for a few ryo, or to lure the unsuspecting into traps in which they would be struck down. No dust ever road from the hardpacked dirt road, there since the beginning of the town, it was far too tightly packed to ever do so. All in all, the city was thriving.