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Declaration of WarTo the degenerations of Chauntea, your attempts on my life have failed, and I have returned to the hunt stronger, pray to Malar or whatever being you wish for for mercy, for I shall give you none.
A female ezrite warden and a man with a blue cloak entered the southren forest from the outskirts side, only for sounds of battle to be heard followed by a sudden silence...
A tall, hooded elf garbed in white armor could regularly been seen tending to some parts of the southern forests near Degannwy. Setting up animal feeders in some places to offer help to whichever small creatures might still roam the forests during the cold winter months. Some symbols could be seen hanging from, or carefully carved into some of the trees as well. A promise to travelers that they are watched over
Those who wander the Southern Forest may hear the sound of soil being hewn and tilled throughout the day, the sounds of crackling fire none too far from the elf clearing the remnants of decay. Though the threat of Avalan has passed, it will take time for new life to take root in the soil of the Southern Forests.
As the month of June begins, those traversing the Southern Forest at night may hear faint, distant, animalistic howls that eerily resonate in synchronization. Moreover, the number of slaughtered forest creatures starts to slowly increase.
Some may have seen and passed by a halfling girl, wandering about in a small section of the southern woods along the road. She was scouring the ground all about the entire day, as if looking for something...
A goat-legged tiefling comes back to a ruined fort in the Southern woods. He can only assume the elves nearby stole his wood and destroyed his camp. He posts a notice outside the Autumn Grove:
A goat-legged tiefling is seen rebuilding his camp in the Southern Forest. A sign is posted outside.
A commotion during the night causes a stir of activity deep within the settlements of the southern woods. Whispers among the winds tell tale of a melancholic whistle predating the events of the evening.
I seek audience with any autority of this village for talking about a situation that is occuring and seems a danger for you, is urgent.I m leaving as well with this note, a declaration left for your settlement it was found in front of your gates.If you want you can contact me leaving a letter at the Lady's Rest in the outskirts.Gerald Arnoult, servant of Torm.