Before I knew it, we were leaving this place. Was a shame, considering I actually liked our setting. We had to say goodbye to the trees and the birds, knowing that should we remain we'll just be doomed. It still was a pain in the arse to move though. Being a nomad isn't exactly a good life-style, especially as you're seen as a bunch of beggars and thieves to the more permanent settlements, even if they WERE thieves.

"Alright, I guess we gotta move... again." I lost count as to how many times we moved. That forest happened to be where I found the village as a kid running from bandits. After a while of moving we returned, intent on making a more permanent settlement. Too bad fate has other ideas and forces us to move once again.

I snapped back to reality, walking alongside old and weary nomads and the same party I had unofficially joined. I was surprised as to how quickly they accepted me. "So, what's yer name?" I asked the team leader, a Kobold like myself except decorated in red like some elite guardsman. Well, the remains of one anyway. The rest of his group stood guard as everyone moved on, away from some inevitable grey wall of evil. I couldn't see it on the horizon or anything, but to not trust him was probably not a good idea...