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[CrimsonMoon]

Tranquility reigned over this small region. Untouched by the wars of the Kingdoms, untainted by the pollutions given off by the industrializing cities, this tiny village was nestled in a small meadow hidden against the fertile white cliffs and surrounded by ancient forests that sang with the sounds of animals long sense thought to be extinct. A simple town that thrived as an independant machine. Alas, it is not the unsual harmony of the people nor the blessedness of the land nor even the scent of summer that seemed to cling to the air that was most striking about this village... It was the Legend of the White Stag. Having said to be the ruler of the ancient forest, the White Stag blessed the people of the village with their lands and in return... It would require a child be used to house it's weakening spirit... When that child grew old and eventually died, another would take its place. As long as the Spirit exsists within a child, the Village would remain a small utopia... But alas, many a hunter or outsider was sent to seek the hidden society to destroy or capture the Stag's host. Not one has succeeded nor returned alive.

Alas, now was a time of celebration... The current host of the White Stag was going to be revealed to the villagers after 17 long years of being concealed. The Cheiftain had carefully hidden the current host due to the attacks multiplying rapidly... But weeks ago, he had decided that the village was safe enough to reveal the Spirit once more.

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A girl was patrolling the very edges of the ancient forest atop the huge red elk the people had domesticated (like on Princess Monoke). She peeked through the almost impenetrable foliage and thick twisting trunks at the farmland beyond... She wondered quietly if she would ever get the opportunity to explore that world that her village had shunned for its chaos.

The girl wrinkles her nose and looks down at her elk snorts in disgust as the smell of smoke hits their nostrils... Though she was no worried, fires could be a nuiscance any way.

" Yip yip," she urges softly, the elk beginning to bound swiftly toward the smell of thick black air

(If you're not sure how to reply, remember the Seven Kingdoms are at war!)

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

(Where is this?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Probably somewhere along the coast of the Vale or Martell kingdom)

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

(Okay, I gotta see who I have around there)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Take ur time ^w^)

[Needmorefood]

Hi! Uh, I was wondering if I could reply? This seems like an interesting thread (and I love that movie). If you don't want me to, I won't reply))

[CrimsonMoon]

( go ahead! )

[Needmorefood]

Ok. Well, here goes!))

The closer the girl got to the black smoke, the stronger a scent carried towards her. The smell was of burnt wood and decay, mixed with a strong trace of something metallic. Finally, she could see what she was approaching through a slight clearing.

There was so much death.

Bodies littered the ground, clearly indicating that there had been a brutal battle here. There were remnants of tents and other such objects one would find at a war camp. Much, if not all, had been burned down, and from the way some of the fire still burned, the attackers had struck recently. It must've been an ambush that quickly turned into a slaughter. Whoever the ambushed was, however, was unclear. There weren't any banners that remained to indicate who had been in the unfortunate camp when it had been attacked. The bodies had been looted as well, leaving nothing of value on them.

All that remained was a burnt ruin and a hundred corpses. Could anyone have possibly survived?

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl recoiled from the site and the great elk grunted anxiously, prancing in place. She tries to calm herself and the steed, reaching about her neck and pulling the deep blue scarf over her nose before urgin the elk into the clearing.

The great creature weaves through the bodies meticulously, the girl staringb down at them with teary eyes, praying that just one would be breathing...

[Needmorefood]

She seems to have no such luck though, as all the bodies she finds are clearly corpses. No one had been left alive from the attack.

However, there is a slight noise up ahead.

There, at the edge of the camp, the filtering sunlight catches on something golden. From this distance, it seems to be a human with gold hair, but it's too far to make out. Could it possibly be a survivor? Maybe one of the attackers, returning to the devastated camp? Or perhaps just a lost traveler?

Whoever it was, it was crouched over a body, holding something in one of its hands that looked like a curved staff or maybe a bow.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stops the elk with small 'hup', the antlered beast anxiously prancing on the ashen ground to and fro. She grasps the short sword at her hip before pressing herself against the elk's neck, the steed moving forward once more but slowly this time

[Needmorefood]

The strange figure stays where it is before standing abruptly. It's head turns to face the girl. Whoever or whatever it was, it spotted her. It doesn't speak or call out to the girl, instead just standing there facing the girl. As the girl got closer, the thing in the figure's hand turns out to be a bow. The figure itself seems to have a lighter frame covered in a strange assortment of clothes that doesn't match the armor of any of the dead men on the ground. However, with a swift turn, the figure suddenly flees into the forest behind them, vanishing into the trees with only a small flash of gold to indicate they were even there

[Needmorefood]

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