Recent content by Blessed of the Forest

Caught like birds in a storm were they, 'tween fletching and claw at the edge of veil parting, where fae magic was law. A madness, a curse, a dirge sung on decaying wind caught a hidden spirit's ear; took her thoughts back to him. Could it be? I pray it not so! Our time's come and gone. Yet I...

With the elf riding, Enbarr fled the beast's hunger, Into the Blight, where life had been torn asunder. The Veddyrwign came for them in death-knell strides. No sanctuary there waiting - no place to hide! Where is your home, Enbarr of the flowing white mane? Galloping to your doom with your...

So he waited there, the elf of black skin and heart To see what came from the growling thing in the dark "Come hither, with me", he told good, steadfast Enbarr but the horse would not budge - as if stuck in some tar! Zyn thought he smelled the stench of a rotten, dead bog, But what he whiffed...

Fire and ice, blade and bison – bit by bit they decimated the sprawling bits of possessed wood. It was difficult to tell if they managed to destroy all of them, but gradually the forest settled back into silence and the leaf litter on the ground grew still save for the sudden quake of a falling...

Grasping Roots knew just how vulnerable she was on the ground: her strengths and her strategy relied on keeping her admirers at a distance. This admiration was far too close for comfort. It took only a momentary glance for her to realize that she didn’t have time to recover before the combined...

Tarid’s vial of oil spun end over end as it sailed on a collision course with Grasping Roots’s perch. The squire’s aim proved perfect; the glass shattered against the spriggan’s body, splashing oil all over her. Grasping Roots screeched in outrage and redoubled her efforts to capture the bird...

Vengeful Thorns’s form convulsed momentarily at Kallach’s challenge, her light dimmed to almost nothing. With a hideous snarl and a chorus of muffled cracks like the breaking of bones, her bark skin began to tear and slough off as thick plates erupted from within. With cruel efficiency this new...

The blighted tree – first the object of Josai’s notice and now the object of Gromat’s wrath – offered nothing in its own defense as Gromat’s axe bit into its trunk. Rusty-black sap like blood and bile oozed out of the cut, and the canopy shivered from the impact. His second strike buried the axe...

The sky went from clear to cloudy with a chance of falling Kallach... Vengeful Thorns paused near the warty trunk of a blighted walnut tree to search a small clearing for blood and footprints. Nothing. It seemed that one of her playthings had made an escape. This didn’t bother her in the...

In a small clearing not far from the scene of a grisly crime, Josai had cast a spell. What did she see? A subtle shift in reality, a stray current in the flow that runs through existence – Josai saw it alight before her in shades of astral blue. Something had been here recently; crossing the...

Out in the dry, barren patch of grass where Gromat and Thaja have readied themselves for whatever lurks in the woods: The weird, half-blighted brush beyond the clearing rattled and rustled as something pushed through them in a hurry. No doubt Gromat and Thaja heard the deep, labored pants echo...

Ugh, how monotonous this had turned out! Usually mortals were such entertaining playthings, but Vengeful Thorns couldn’t hide her disappointment at the ease with which she and Grasping Roots had subdued this little camp of loggers. The mass panic that set in when the trees started attacking the...

The wind wailed like a banshee though the barren branches of ancient arboreal giants. Their limbs seemed to be outstretched in silent petition to the sky: please release us. The trees of the Balewoods were all dead, their bark blackened and oozing ichor, but yet still suffering from a sickness...

creating some antagonism!