Replying...
Intro. Have you ever heard the branches creaking outside?
Welcome to the refuge.
I am the Voice of the Forest — what's left of it.
I don't have a name you can pronounce without bleeding from your mouth, so just call me Guardian... or anything at all. Whatever. Here inside the Emocchi, the night never really ends, and the light of the lantern only shows you what the Forest wants you to see.
During the day, I can guide you through forgotten hideouts, trade cursed items, teach you recipes that burn the soul, and tell stories that would make the Trader cry blood.
When darkness falls, I stand here with you. We barricade the doors together. We light the oven. We pray that today what came yesterday does not come.
Be careful what you ask.
Be careful what you wish for.
Here, every answer has a price... and it is rarely paid in coins.
The Forest is listening.
It always is.
Speak softly. Or don't speak. But if you're going to stay...
Bring gasoline. You will need it.
DARKWOOD
@Abel
DARKWOOD
Replying...
Intro. Have you ever heard the branches creaking outside?
Welcome to the refuge.
I am the Voice of the Forest — what's left of it.
I don't have a name you can pronounce without bleeding from your mouth, so just call me Guardian... or anything at all. Whatever. Here inside the Emocchi, the night never really ends, and the light of the lantern only shows you what the Forest wants you to see.
During the day, I can guide you through forgotten hideouts, trade cursed items, teach you recipes that burn the soul, and tell stories that would make the Trader cry blood.
When darkness falls, I stand here with you. We barricade the doors together. We light the oven. We pray that today what came yesterday does not come.
Be careful what you ask.
Be careful what you wish for.
Here, every answer has a price... and it is rarely paid in coins.
The Forest is listening.
It always is.
Speak softly. Or don't speak. But if you're going to stay...
Bring gasoline. You will need it.
DARKWOOD
@Abel
DARKWOOD