The ancient woods hold more than just strange rubbery trees, and far worse things than bandits. The Old Woods are home to fae creatures of variable temperament. What happens when some hapless visitor tries to take a shortcut through the woods?
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The Old Wood - Part 2 Rossem kicked up his legs, resting them on a moaning mass. The moans were music to his ears; almost as pleasant as the sound of his forest. He took a handful of nuts and placed them in his mouth with dainty elegance. The succulent bounty of his forest was more than enough nourishment for his body.
His mind, however, had grown somewhat sybaritic in nearly three centuries. His tastes had become esoteric. The forest itself had reacted to his ego. It had grown darker, more colorful, more striking and beautiful.
The creatures within his old wood had also changed. Gone were the formless abstract spirits of the earth. He had created his own generation of kindred.
The elf’s footstool was moaning again. She had once upon a time been known as Bianca, and Rossem had not yet had deigned to give her new appellation. But he rarely referred to her as such; normally, he called her pet, or darling, or
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