[color=#008000][h3][center][b][u]War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale[/u][/b][/center][/h3][/color]

The Forest of Bulithy Vale, long having a standing history of being menacing and having been avoided by even the most brave of adventurers. In the past, the twittering of birds and tittering of insects told those who enter that life was within. Now as Maris, Champion of Locke, enters the forest, she hears of nothing. It was as if the forest had fallen into a deep sleep or worse, all life had fled the forest out of fear of what stalked within its depths. Despite the sunlight which could be seen in the small clearings that dotted her way, Maris would have noticed that the forest was seemingly darker than it should’ve been. The way deeper into the forest seemingly grew darker as the Champion walked into the forest.

What felt like hours passed as she wandered deeper into the forest, her thirst for adventure drawing her on despite the creeping feeling that something dangerous ahead. She knew not how right she was until she came upon the scene itself. She smelled it first, the smell of a deep rot, something unnatural and impure. It was followed by the signs of a battle all around, arrows lodged in the trees, deep gashes on them from sword strikes, and large chunks of ground seemingly heaved from their position by an unknown force. The deeper she went, the more devastation she found. Bodies of dead soldiers, wearing little more than rags, became a common sight. Their bodies were bent and broken in an unnatural way, their forms seemingly tossed in similar fashion to that of the ground she had passed before. 

She could see the remains of a camp up ahead, the stench of rotting meat and metallic blood strong in the air. Any adventurer would be wary to approach, though Maris was certainly not any adventurer. The forest provided no sounds but that of the rustling of leaves caused by the wind. A faint fire still flickered inside the camp and Maris would certainly know that, in no way, could it have burned through the night. Her choices were slim, knowing full well that the path she had taken into the forest had certainly led her to a point of no return in the forest. She was well into its depths and her only hope was to forge on, whether this meant avoiding the camp or not was still to be seen. Either way, she knew full well that she had become trapped between a rock and a hard place. 

[@Samara]