Open Log: The Two Faced Forest

[brosif]

Characters: Sif and anyone interested in ~*~Quests~*~ and rewards!
Open? Yes, to those who want to join the ~*~Quest~*~
Where: Outskirts of the forest.
When: Noon
What: A research trip: checking out reports of the thorns that grow overnight and the beast that lives there. When the sun goes down, so does Shit.
Warnings: It is completely possible to have your character attend both this thread AND the ball, so long as they cut out before dusk. If it seems like your character can't hold their own against a threat, Sif may encourage them to leave (but whether they listen or not is up to you). Relatively open format: Thread hopping and mingling highly encouraged!



Sif waited on the edge of the forest, near the stables. It looked lovely in daylight, but she had heard tales enough of the land’s danger when the sun went down.

She wasn’t in full armor, only chain mail. It was something that she might have come to regret, but the weight of the armor they had to offer here was too restricting. Better fast than untouchable, as she suspect the thorns didn’t care about a few extra inches to eat through.

Comments

[shiromadoushi]

Long enough. [[The man takes a slow puff off his pipe before blowing a ring of smoke outward]] If you're looking for something, just out and out say it. No good beating around the bush for what you're looking for when it can be right in front of you.

[shorterinperson]

Long enough to know when the thorns first showed up? [ She ignores the accusation. ]

[shiromadoushi]

Always been thorns. [[puff puff]] Even in stories.

[shorterinperson]

Always? [ She frowns. ]

Have they always been this close to you?

[shiromadoushi]

Forest hasn't moved. [[blows another smoke rung]]

[shorterinperson]

Well that's cursed odd. Why is the king so worried about it if it isn't doing anything?

[shiromadoushi]

Thorns never bothered anybody. Not like the ones out in the wilderness.

[shorterinperson]

Is it true that there's a village under there?

[shiromadoushi]

Don't know. Never went out to the wilderness. Foresters live in the woods out here, though, if you mean those thorns. They don't bother no body either.

[shorterinperson]

[ Alanna hums thoughtfully. ]

Does it matter to you, one way or the other, what happens to them?

[shiromadoushi]

[[another puff on his pipe]] Not really.

[shorterinperson]

Well. [ She lets out a breath and smiles at him. ] We'll try not to make things any worse.

[shiromadoushi]

[[He nods]] Good.

[shorterinperson]

[ She gets to her feet an stretches. ] Thanks for the help, mister...?

[shiromadoushi]

[[The man nods. That may have been a prompt for a name, but he's not giving one.]]

Oh yeah, careful of the witch in there, if you're going poking at those thorns. She don't take too kindly to people nosing about.

[shorterinperson]

[ OH WELL ] We'll be careful. Thanks for the warning. Goddess watch over you and your family.

[shiromadoushi]

[[A nod and more smoke rings]] Yours as well.

[brosif]

Sif remained in the background, only approaching Alanna when the conversation had reached an end. She frowned, arms crossed over her chest.

"For a people in dire straits enough that their king would resort to kidnapping, they do not seem wholly concerned with the threat."

[shorterinperson]

Alanna shook her head, as confused as Sif was. "As far as I can tell there isn't an emergency at all." If nothing had changed, why had they been called here now? When they returned Alanna would have to have a few words with his majesty.

[brosif]

"I did not find the king competent when I first met him, and in the past few days I have only had those initial impressions confirmed."

She looked around the bar. She'd seen towns beset by horror, and the townspeople were usually more alert to it.

"And what of the dance tonight? Surely the kingdom's resources are better spent, if they are truly in crises."

[shorterinperson]

"I suspect," Alanna replied slowly, "the King and his men function in a different realm than his people do." The kingdom showed no signs of any trouble at all, but the king had his men in a tizzy trying to solve the problems that nobody cared about. It was almost all too tidy to be accidental. Perhaps there was some deeper plot underfoot.

"I don't trust it. We should be careful what we do here." She had, after all, promised not to make things any worse. Perhaps doing nothing would be the best course of action until things were more clear.