Open Chronicles Fire In The Wilds

[Nayella]

Ixchel Wilds - Central

Nayella could smell the flames from miles away. Even in the humid heat of the Wilds the smoke seemed to permeate the air, covering all the scents of the jungles around her.

The smoke was a stark contrast to the running water of the river bed besides her, and the fact that she could catch it's scent even here marked that it was close. Her lips thinned. A nearby village? There weren't many within the Wilds itself, at least not marked upon any maps.

Some human made their homes along the coasts, a few kobolds within the mountains, but in the jungle itself?

Her lips thinned.

There had to be something, something to burn. Her eyes wandered away from the river and towards the north where low mountains seemed to rise from the ground. There at it's edges she could swear she saw the plumes of smoke. The gray smog rose quickly, it's breath wide.

Much more than a simple campfire.

Frowning, the Blight Witch stepped forward into the river and began to cross. She felt compelled to see what had stoked the flames.

 

[Adriwolf]

The campfire he made to cook the meat of the prey he had hunted the night before made a pathetic competence to the smoke that was coming out behind the dead trees that surrounded him. He wondered what was it about. A town on fire? A fire ritual? The smog could not have originated from a small campfire like his. It was something much, much bigger. Curiosity took control of his actions. He packed up everything he had: food, weapons, ammo, water, everything he needed to stay alive in the dead areas like these. He then walked towards the origin of the fire, eager to find what caused it, and see if he could help, maybe if he helped someone, he would get a rewards for saving the lives of those who were caught under the flames. He did raised an eyebrow at the idea of a werewolf heling and saving others. But he'd do anything to get a few gold coins...