The forest was numb. 

Insensible to the noxious catastrophe nearby, birds conducted song and courtship without mind. Rabbits rummaged caches hidden a winter prior, relishing their rewards amongst their relatives. Deer frolicked together alongside the whispering heroes, while fish twirled playfully in the adjacent stream. Their scales glimmered from the prancing shadows thrown from nigh house fires. 

The pirate knew that Nature was too resourceful to be bothered by this invasion. Programmed to adapt, species always subsisted into overpopulation, checked only by a disaster or predators to regulate their census. Numbers would fall, but the fittest would enjoy the spoils of evolution, acclimating to the circumstances to thrive into throngs with the next generation. Their wrinkled populace, modified phenotypically by hazardous selection pressures, became their strongest visage, while seemingly anesthetized to a comatose civilization. However, the people of Greenest were now awakened by nightmares of unbridled terror, loosed upon them without rhyme or reason. 

The druid sensed the paladin harbored this instinctual stratification, ever hungry for the hunt, irrespective of society’s desire for control or refinement. It seemed to Torus that Brannor fed on theses knots of pure wilderness, prized by Nature and her minions. This promised expanse of enterprise, if social order was unwilling to tame its own. These thoughts eddied within the elder’s liberated conscious as vengeance and death no longer regaled as priorities. The raven returned onto his shoulder, chirping its reaped intel, meager samples of a few raiders launching torch at the mill. 

Tossing the fowl into the night, once more, the tongue ring spindled again, [color=bc8dbf]“Only a handful appear present, lads. Moonlight is fickle. I suggest we approach. Now. Rather than linger.”[/color]

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Stealth is [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2474]19[/url].

Torus sends the raven for one more final swoop, awaiting confirmation and coordination for attack, by screeching on the opposite position, once we pounce to confuse the enemy.
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