Vallaki - Southern Forest

[Branchie]

Sometime during the day, more footsteps could be heard approaching the banks of the River Luna. A paper is placed down by a woman, and a rock planted on top of it to keep it in place like the previous paper, the paper reads as follows:

Declaration of War

To 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.

[gotesu]

Screams of agony, enraged shouts and horrible cries of bereavement would haunt those passing through the southern forest in the dead of night in recent days, originating most likely from deeper within the dense forest.

Those paying heed would be able to discern the words being shouted and repeated over and over again:

"Silver! Musushuu!"

The shoutings would die out after a while only to return the following night.

[Darkthrasher]

A lone shadow slinks about the southern forests in the night, leaving traces only skilled trackers would be able to discover. The shadows purpose unknown, though the tracks are more common in the deeper parts of the forest.

[Branchie]

At some point in the afternoon, footsteps can be heard approaching a familiar spot, and a note left, after the task is done footsteps can then be heard wondering off.

[Chadyo]

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...

[Raposa]

Travelers gifted with perceptive eyes would notice that a significant portion of Vallaki's southern forests has very subtly changed. Only the most keen of trackers and/or those who perhaps live in the wilderness would observe a certain unnatural pattern to the flora.

Groves are a tad more well-maintained. Berry bushes are somewhat tidied up. Tracks of both prey and predator alike are somewhat covered by moved soil and leaves. Animal scratches on the bark of trees are masked with man-made cuts. Every recent campfire is promptly dismantled and its remains safely disposed of. The sounds of animals are loud and proud, as if the local fauna is finally allowed to thrive a bit.

Needless to say, those able to observe all these subtle features would be correct to assume there is something or someone tending to the local woods.


Upon certain misty nights, sharp-eyed bypassers would spot a hooded figure resting at well-camouflaged camps in such forest.