Springrise, 7th day.
Evening
The fire crackled softly as the last remnants of the boar were consumed, and the night deepened around them. The
Whispering Woods were eerily quiet now, the constant rustle of leaves and distant animal calls having faded into a heavy silence. The trees, ancient and gnarled, stood tall and unmoving, their twisted branches forming a dark, impenetrable canopy that blotted out the stars.
Faramos and Nindia prepared for the night with a shared sense of unease, the memory of the ghostly girl’s scream still fresh in their minds. Though the warmth of the fire brought some comfort, the forest’s oppressive atmosphere seemed to press closer as the hours wore on.
Brenda, her sword within arm’s reach, drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams quickly turning dark. She found herself in the midst of the Whispering Woods, but the trees were twisted and grotesque, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. In her nightmare, she wandered aimlessly, the forest closing in around her until the trees themselves seemed to bend and twist into mocking, leering faces.
Springrise, 7th day.
Night
Nindia’s sleep was no more peaceful. She dreamed of the ghostly girl, standing at the edge of a dark abyss that seemed to stretch on forever. The child’s face was contorted in fear, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she pointed into the darkness. Nindia tried to reach her, but her feet were rooted to the ground, the shadows creeping up her legs, pulling her down into the void.
Faramos, too, was not spared. His dreams took him deep into the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees whispered to him in a language he could not fully understand. They spoke of old sorrows, of blood spilled, and of spirits that could not find peace. He saw visions of the forest’s past—a time when it was filled with light and laughter, now long gone, replaced by the creeping darkness that twisted it into the sinister place it had become.
Each of them thrashed in their sleep, the nightmares holding them in their grip, feeding on the fear that the forest had already planted in their hearts.
Yet, despite the horrors that plagued their dreams, the night passed without further incident. When the first light of dawn began to filter through the dense canopy, weak and pale though it was, it brought with it a sense of relief. The nightmares receded like a tide, leaving only the lingering unease of the Whispering Woods in their wake.
OOC:
There are no mechanical/game effects above. Just RP. No need for a sleepless condition (yet).
Morning
Faramos was the first to wake, his eyes snapping open as the forest’s whispers faded into the background. He stretched, his muscles stiff, and looked around. Brenda was nearby, her face pale and drawn from the restless night.
"
Let’s eat, break camp and continue on," Brenda said, rising to her feet as Nindia woke up. "
We have to find out what’s holding that spirit here. Maybe then, we can end these nightmares for good."OOC:
Everybody, please roll for
Food and
Water. After that, I guess it is time for Faramos to lead the way again... Right?
What do you do?
OOC:
PS: Below are Brenda's rolls...
