Post by Janeiro on Apr 10, 2016 3:02:38 GMT
Players: Janeiro, Rue, KungFuLou, Athena
The air tasted different. There was a constant breeze, rustling the leaves as if the trees whispered rumors about the new invaders who had come to the floor. The sun shone down on the players even in the woods, not like in the Black Forest of Floor 1 where the canopy of leaves was so thick one could forget how daylight looked like. Janeiro felt different, too, and her appearance had changed a little. The most obvious change was the dark mantle she was wearing, but she had upgraded to a much better iron longsword as well. Today she used a black leather ribbon to tie her extremely long hair into a high ponytail again like she did from time to time.
Janeiro had just bought an apartment in Port Noir, what she had planned to do for a long time now, when a middle-aged woman in clothes only slightly better than rags approached her timidly. She introduced herself as Klara and told Janeiro that a few days ago men working in a woodcutter's camp in the Timberline did not come back home at night. When her son Joseph and his friend went to see what was going on, only one of them returned – Joseph's friend, stammering in panic how huge spiders had appeared out of nowhere and attacked them. Both tried to flee, but using their sticky silk the creatures captured Joseph and took him with them.
Agreeing to find Klara's son and hopefully bring him – and maybe even the woodcutters – back alive, Janeiro had gathered a small troop of players heading to the abandoned camp in the Timberline to investigate the area, not allowing anyone fresh from the Town of Beginnings who stepped through the portal as she did not know yet how dangerous the enemies on this floor were. The terrain was difficult, going up and down, spots of brown, green and grey forming an irregular, rugged pattern. According to the quest marker, the location of the camp was only a few walking minutes away now. Janeiro had been silent for most of their march, taking in the atmosphere of this entirely new place after only being able to experience The Plains for months. New plants and critters to be seen, heard and sometimes smelled, new terrain... New excitement. New hope.
The air tasted different. There was a constant breeze, rustling the leaves as if the trees whispered rumors about the new invaders who had come to the floor. The sun shone down on the players even in the woods, not like in the Black Forest of Floor 1 where the canopy of leaves was so thick one could forget how daylight looked like. Janeiro felt different, too, and her appearance had changed a little. The most obvious change was the dark mantle she was wearing, but she had upgraded to a much better iron longsword as well. Today she used a black leather ribbon to tie her extremely long hair into a high ponytail again like she did from time to time.
Janeiro had just bought an apartment in Port Noir, what she had planned to do for a long time now, when a middle-aged woman in clothes only slightly better than rags approached her timidly. She introduced herself as Klara and told Janeiro that a few days ago men working in a woodcutter's camp in the Timberline did not come back home at night. When her son Joseph and his friend went to see what was going on, only one of them returned – Joseph's friend, stammering in panic how huge spiders had appeared out of nowhere and attacked them. Both tried to flee, but using their sticky silk the creatures captured Joseph and took him with them.
Agreeing to find Klara's son and hopefully bring him – and maybe even the woodcutters – back alive, Janeiro had gathered a small troop of players heading to the abandoned camp in the Timberline to investigate the area, not allowing anyone fresh from the Town of Beginnings who stepped through the portal as she did not know yet how dangerous the enemies on this floor were. The terrain was difficult, going up and down, spots of brown, green and grey forming an irregular, rugged pattern. According to the quest marker, the location of the camp was only a few walking minutes away now. Janeiro had been silent for most of their march, taking in the atmosphere of this entirely new place after only being able to experience The Plains for months. New plants and critters to be seen, heard and sometimes smelled, new terrain... New excitement. New hope.