Morax, Aether and Torne entered that forbidden forest, and descended into that indescribable realm. Torne had heard the stories of the night before told to him by Morax, Aether and Sem, yet the sights still chilled his bones. Morax and Aether, although they had briefly visited this place the night before, were still in awe of the sights before them. After a moment of inspecting the horrors that lay before them, they decided to continue on through the dark, colorless, foggy forest from hell.
The path eventually went upwards and to the left, where they got a better view of the place they were now standing in. A dark lake of blood was in front of them, and looked much like the great lake that lay between the villages of Gol and Etal. "Wow! It's almost like we're in some weird parallel dimension!" Torne exclaimed loudly as he stood upon the forest balcony above the lake. "SHHHH!" He was shushed by both Morax and Aether, "We still don't know what's lurking out here in this strange place." Torne was indifferent, he was excited by the mysteries that lay before him. "We haven't seen anyone or anything since we got here, besides, what could possibly be out here that would be a threat to us? The two best swordsman from our village are here, as well as a shaman in training, the night is ours!" Torne said proudly. "Just, keep it down a little, this place is pretty unsettling nonetheless." Morax said timidly.
They continued forwards, Torne leading the group. They continued walking along the edge of the lake, when a noise from behind caught them by surprise. The rustling of leaves made them jump and turn around immediately with their weapons drawn. They stood there for a moment, waiting for something to appear. When it became apparent that nothing was there, Morax and Aether turned around and saw that Torne was no longer there.
Songs referenced: Hells Balcony and Through Cold Hellish Lands We March
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