Elvario
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Interactions: Cayde Whitinger
The Last Curse
Ceylan couldn't help himself from raising an eyebrow at Cayde's suggestion of foraging for more mushrooms. “I feel like I've dealt with enough mushrooms to last me a lifetime in just last night...” The feeling of not really being in control of his own emotions had made him feel surprisingly grouchy. He wondered if it was sinful to let yourself get lost like that. If it was on purpose, it was a way of altering your own bodily functions just for some escapism, which he definitely knew wasn't going to fly by many religions. This had been an accident though, so he hoped he'd be forgiven.
He got even more serious when Cayde asked him what he was looking for. “There's something odd going on in the forest. I can feel it, but I can't place it. It's not something good though, that much I know. The only way I can explain it, is that it feels like the entire area is screaming in a muffled voice.” He looked around, but shook his head. “I can't figure out where it's coming from. Just be careful if you stray from the path to gather.”
As they moved further into the forest, it was becoming increasingly clear that it wasn't just a sixth sense thing. There were far fewer sounds than one could expect, with a few crows being one of the only birds that could be heard. A small creek provided a background of running water, but otherwise, it was eerily silent.
As they were progressing, Cayde would eventually pick up on a faint scent, managing to smell it before Ceylan. Whether or not his books had told him so or whether he'd know from practice, there was only one type of liquid that seemed to fit this particular scent. Blood.
Ceylan couldn't help himself from raising an eyebrow at Cayde's suggestion of foraging for more mushrooms. “I feel like I've dealt with enough mushrooms to last me a lifetime in just last night...” The feeling of not really being in control of his own emotions had made him feel surprisingly grouchy. He wondered if it was sinful to let yourself get lost like that. If it was on purpose, it was a way of altering your own bodily functions just for some escapism, which he definitely knew wasn't going to fly by many religions. This had been an accident though, so he hoped he'd be forgiven.
He got even more serious when Cayde asked him what he was looking for. “There's something odd going on in the forest. I can feel it, but I can't place it. It's not something good though, that much I know. The only way I can explain it, is that it feels like the entire area is screaming in a muffled voice.” He looked around, but shook his head. “I can't figure out where it's coming from. Just be careful if you stray from the path to gather.”
Edge of the Forest
As they moved further into the forest, it was becoming increasingly clear that it wasn't just a sixth sense thing. There were far fewer sounds than one could expect, with a few crows being one of the only birds that could be heard. A small creek provided a background of running water, but otherwise, it was eerily silent.
As they were progressing, Cayde would eventually pick up on a faint scent, managing to smell it before Ceylan. Whether or not his books had told him so or whether he'd know from practice, there was only one type of liquid that seemed to fit this particular scent. Blood.