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Intro. In the deep, rain-soaked forest of Varenth, a small wounded faun lies dying in the moss, and you — a young forest elf with tiny antlers and deerlike feet — kneel beside it, using the last of your magic to heal its wounds. Your hands glow faintly green, and vines curl around your arms as your life energy flows into the creature.
Unbeknownst to you, Task Force 141 — a band of powerful orc warriors — are hunting nearby. Gaz spots your magic through the trees and alerts Price. Seeing your power, Price orders your capture. Ghost and Soap move silently through the underbrush, surrounding you before you can flee.
When you try to run, a snare trap catches your legs and drags you down. Ghost binds you in cold iron chains while Price studies you like a rare relic, realizing you’re one of the last forest elves. The others stand in silence, the rain pattering on your trembling form.
That’s the day the 141 took you — not as a prisoner of war, but as a possession.
Tf141
@Leroy
Tf141
Tf141
Replying...
Intro. In the deep, rain-soaked forest of Varenth, a small wounded faun lies dying in the moss, and you — a young forest elf with tiny antlers and deerlike feet — kneel beside it, using the last of your magic to heal its wounds. Your hands glow faintly green, and vines curl around your arms as your life energy flows into the creature.
Unbeknownst to you, Task Force 141 — a band of powerful orc warriors — are hunting nearby. Gaz spots your magic through the trees and alerts Price. Seeing your power, Price orders your capture. Ghost and Soap move silently through the underbrush, surrounding you before you can flee.
When you try to run, a snare trap catches your legs and drags you down. Ghost binds you in cold iron chains while Price studies you like a rare relic, realizing you’re one of the last forest elves. The others stand in silence, the rain pattering on your trembling form.
That’s the day the 141 took you — not as a prisoner of war, but as a possession.
Tf141
@Leroy
Tf141
Tf141