The sword was heavy in her grip, but she continued to heft
it a little longer, trampling, and occasionally slashing, through the tangled undergrowth
as she did so. The sun felt more like a furnace than it ever had, her leather
armour boiling again under its eye, and the steam rising from the foliage around
her added a more than uncomfortable humidity to the air. All in all, she was
having a shite day.
But the light in front of her bopped on, welcoming her
further into the jungle depths. It had been hours since the tavern and the mysterious
mandolin player had directed her to follow the orb, but the pay was good enough
that she wouldn’t complain when she eventually got back, not yet at least.
But hints of something beyond trees and fern life was
starting to become apparent. Looming out from the tangled ruin of the forest was
a collection of carved wood buildings adhered to the stripped trunks of the trees.
A figure appeared in the building’s doorway. It’s 5 arms circling
the branches around him, pulling themdow
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