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Everwinter had set in on the Restwood, and from what Mineal could make out, it had set in with vengeance. Yes here in the winter long icicles proclaimed their dominance from the pristine trees of the forest as snow blanketed everything within eye shot. The trees did much to stop the howling wind, thank the gods, but still its effects could be felt and for one not as prepared as the mosat, it could be downright deadly if exposed too long. Curiously, no sounds of life were present here in the outreaches of the forest. It was as if the whole forest was silent, mourning something that had been lost. No scurrying in the undergrowth of snow and fallen branches and no chirps of winter birds. Only falling snow and a howling wind were witness to the mosats incursion into this ageless place.
Or wait. What was that? Barely out of the corner of his eye, Mineal could spy what appeared to be what looked like a small glowing ball of blue. It seemed to hover in the peripheral for but an instant, until when the ranger focused on the object it seemed to disappear. Who knew? There were all sorts of tales about the forests that held guard over the Elven city of Silrosia. Most were rumors most likely....strange notions about old spirits of elves and beings of power just as old as the world itself..but even a rumor had to have a grain of truth, didn't it? Whatever the case one thing was certain to the ranger.
He had passed the fallen tree on the right only ten minutes ago.
(ooc: Hello Mineal. I will be modding this thread for you. Please PM me with any comments or questions and such. Thanks!)
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