It was always the case, where prosperity wept it’s tears of gold that someone would be there to take more than was necessary. It wasn’t uncommon for trade caravans to arrive a little light here or there. But to go entirely missing? That was misfortune twice over. That always warranted investigation. The harshness of this reality set in when the team of mages were sent out into the wood sea. To find out what had happened to the caravan. Bandits? A group got a little too feisty and the group was destroyed? More than likely.
What they had come across however was anything but normal. What they found was a massacre unlike anything they had seen before. It was clear that the bandits had attacked the caravan yes, but none of the caraveneer bodies were present. Likely lost into the woods or heading back the way they came. The bandits however? Destroyed. Warped, twisted and bent out of shape in more ways than one. Some were missing body parts, others were simply twisted inside out.
Standing just outside of the caravans spot was something they hadn’t seen before. A being that was many heads taller than all of them. A being that had a huge skull on it’s head, antlers that spread back and out. Somewhat large greyish eyes. Around it’s neck was a set of grey and white fluff that shifted slowly in the breeze. A lithe yet muscled body with drenched red claws. Slender legs and a tail that curled way down to the ground ending in a little tuft.
The shifting of leaves from it’s hooves was made apparent. It’s eyes sat on the group for all of a moment and then the call of an elk, twisted, horrible and warbled rolled throughout the woods. Reverberating in such a way to instill panic in the mages. They bolted every which way; two back towards the city, one towards the beast, another towards where the traders must have went.
The two that arrived back at Orichda were half crazed, babbling and going on about what they saw in the forest. They hadn’t heard about what happened to the other three. No word of the mages or the traders had made it back to either city. It was likely this beast was responsible for killing everyone that had passed through it. A few days passed before enough information had been gathered before the bounty had posted; the few groups that had taken a crack at it either hadn’t returned at all or came back with heavy casualties. Many of them sporting deep gashes and a fear of the woods.
The beast had looked harmless enough, passive enough. But it stank of elsewhere, the bounty was rescinded… before it was increased in value. Posted on the board and then even sent to the guild nearby. Hoping to attract the attention of those that dwelled within.
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The beast didn’t know what was going on outside in the world, it had only started breathing properly maybe… two. Three weeks prior? It remembered a time of golden fur and a deep seated want of justice. Something that it enacted to those that would harm the forest. Harm those that peacefully traveled through. The traders it had sent towards the cities within the woodsea. Though it’s harsh words and harsher still sounds that it made must have driven many of those it sent away to the brink of madness.
Small flicks of the ears as it wandered through the forest, close to the beaten path that many took and that many didn’t seem to care too much for anymore. Maybe it needed to expand it’s patrol? Maybe it needed to protect a wider plot of land. Exhaling softly, the hissing and whistling of an elk call sounded in the distance. Easy to hear, easy to take. Even easier to avoid if one wished it. It was a warning to those that would harm the forest. This forest now had a protector. One that many versed in enigmatic lore would be familiar with.