[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color]

The slightly soft treebranch was moved out of the view for the ever persistant, the ever timely governor of the good things in life.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Where is that coming from? A stream nearby? Hah!"[/b][/color] He said aloud, removing his hand from the branch he had just moved out of his face, causing it to whiplash two seconds later right into his face. The small branches whipping his scarred and muddy face, to such an extent the elf not so gracefully fell back unto his rear.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Unff!"[/b][/color] He grabbed his face with both of his arms as he felt the pain filling his face again, then the memory of his injury causing anger to swell up in him again. The elf wasted no time on the ground, but got up and raised his hand towards the tree which had the audacity to strike at him, using his light powers to sever it at the base. [color=6ecff6][b]"Death... is what you deserve for that."[/b][/color] He muttered as he raised his face in a slightly more dignified matter, like a noble ignoring the pleading of a beggar he strode forth into an area abit more open but filled with shrubs which leaves resembled palmtrees. There were still plenty of trees about, but at least he wouldn't have to cut them down to get through.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Now where is that sound com-"[/b][/color] The governor stepped forwards with such vigor that even his foot was too slow to react to the sudden change in elevation, it was a harsh downhill elevation which sent the nearly blueblooded elderly elf tumbling down a dirt, shrub and vine ridden hillside. He knew not how many times he had spun, his mind was all over the place and he knew not how to stop it until he finally reached the bottom with a splashing sound.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Unfgnnn... uhh..."[/b][/color] He groaned and swallowed some liquid which he began to cough up again, what or where was he? He opened his eyes. The stream?! His elven senses had led him to the stream and to water. Whilst it wasn't as fancy as wine, it was something he sorely needed... and this was far more clean that a pool of mud. He began to drink from it cupping his hands, and that's when he noticed one of his fingers didn't heed his command. The elf's eyes began to twitch, his body was refusing to do as he said? How dared it. None should disobey him. So he grabbed hold of the oddly poking finger and bent it back in place with his other hand. Pain. Excruciating pain filled his mind and body as it seemed to send shockwaves through him. His finger had gotten bent by the tumble downhill but it was now bent back.

The elf breathed out heavily, but now surely his hardships were over the stream was shallow at where he were but seemed to get deeper further ahead. The elf mustered what strength he could and began to stumble his way forwards along the ankledeep water until it got deeper and he noticed the stream was actually... streaming? Was that even a word? It was going away from him, meaning he could use it for transportation if he could find a ship. He found the next best thing. A old, hollowed out log of a tree which he pushed into the stream and then crawled on top of it and sat at it. Then the log began to float downstream as the water got deeper and deeper, and much to the governor the pace picked up. Soon he would be at the port and he could get dressed, eat and drink til he couldn't stand. And perhaps even exact revenge on some peasants. He allowed himself to relax abit, as he had not yet slept from the night before. But falling asleep on a log in water wouldn't do at all. He kept himself awake even as he leaned down on the log watching the water carrying him further away.

[color=6ecff6][b]"My genuine intellect knows no bounds, where lesser men would have perished, I have survived. Take that, Andros the III. Thinking your hardships were the greatest."[/b][/color] The elf scoffed to himself as the sound of the water was getting louder and louder, almost like a thundering sound, or water slamming against rocks.

[color=6ecff6][b]"What now?!"[/b][/color] He said aloud in an angered manner, sitting up properly on the log, and his now cleaned pale face grew even more white. The stream, or rather the river was disappearing ahead... and also the treeline. Water was falling. A water... fall. A waterfall?! The governor panic- rose with quick elegance to counter this coming threat. The elven eyes darted to the left and right and he decided to evicerate one of the nearby trees, causing it to fall into the river and then he jumped from the log unto salvation. The ever so cunning governor threw glances behind him as the log flew over the waterfall and tumbled down against the rocks below with a crashing sound. Then he began to notice the tree was also slowly beginning to move, thus he pushed himself forwards along the tree itself and jumping unto land again, soon watching the tree also tumble down the waterfall. He had eluded death yet again. His situation and near death encounter was soon overpowered by the feeling of pride and achievement. As if indeed he had been chosen by the elven gods to get out of any situation and he had!

[color=6ecff6][b]"It is going to take alot more than some force of nature to end this extraordinary elven lord..."[/b][/color] He said in a tone, almost as if thinking aloud as he began to walk along the moss filled land going deeper into the wilderness again. He wanderered, and he wandered until finally he saw some form of construct in the forest itself. [color=6ecff6][b]"What? Some idiot living out here?"[/b][/color] He muttered as he laid eyes on a small hut surrounded by all manner of vines and thorns hindering his path forwards. The governor began to channel his magics, cutting away the vines and making a path forwards. The light magic acting as a knife cutting it away as if it were butter.

As the elven lord came closer he noticed a fine looking appletree with green apples at it, he blinked a few times upon seeing this. So this was how apples were grown? He had only seen them presented at his dinnertable, never seen them grow out in the wilderness. Even in it's natural state, the elf couldn't help but agree with himself that it looked far better on his table. But apples were food and that was something he needed, he allowed himself to pick a green apple, even filling his arm with at least six of them before he took a bite. It tasted sweet and oddly enough good to the elven governor, and seemed to also dullen his pain in his hands and feet.

Then he noticed how the forest changed around him, and the ground itself was shifting in shape and his legs suddenly refused to obey his orders as he fell down on his knees and then with his face against the ground, the apples slipping out of his grasp. What was going on? His vision was blurry and he couldn't feel his legs, his arms were not as affected but felt dull. He had been poisoned! Who in their sane mind would put a poisonous tree next to their home?! It was then the governor realized that he had been the subject of a trap meant for intruders.