[Forest of Dreams] Can a Man Dream of Magical Things?

[Eirildan Andares]

Timestamp: Ioannolia, Fourth Cycle of the Month of Imperos. Autumn, Era XIV Post Fractum

The last shards of summer were just disappearing, and the air was still warm as an elf walked the outskirts of the city. He was plainly garbed in gray clothes, and was heading towards the lush green hills to the east. In the morning sun, the various vapors were still feeding the forest with its mysterious mists.

From the few people he had asked, Eirildan gathered that the Forest of Dreams was a place of wonder and, most certainly, danger. Apparently the fog that collected around the place was accused of producing hallucinating images. Thus, when the Esh'lahier had stepped upon the first eaves of the trees, he grew hesitant and paused.

Indeed, there was something in the air of the forest that made him want to enter it, as if a lady seducing one closer. Most certainly, even in the dawn the woods were alive with movement - Eirildan could hear critters and creatures moving above, around, and even below him.

Still, despite his hesitation, he stepped into the forest. He knew not if he would succeed in his goal. Yet from the rumors that fled across Zinn'Sunn, there were Kirin that roamed this most strange of forests. Perhaps, yes, he would find what, or who, he wanted - a master of the forests, a Druid who could teach him the arts of the arcane that permeated nature.

[Gossamer]

Of course he could. More than most, Eirildan Andares was brave to venture into the Forest of Dreams. The dangers were everywhere, and normally the knowing didn't venture into the land of Dreams. The rumors were true. The vapors of the Three Sisters often coated the forest, draping everything in a drug far more powerful than any on the streets of Palanthas. But this day a stiff wind blew through the forest, keeping the mists at bay and making sure nothing would truly influence the unwary other than the hungry denizens that might be out and about. The most dangerous were the Talwaska, who hunted in packs and resembled dragons. The most unusual were the Raslin who looked to be horse bat hybrids... but neither of those were present in the woods this day.

This day, all was quiet as the forest silently mourned the passing of summer. Eirildan's walk took him deeper, far further than any would be wise to go. He happened on a game trail that lead both east and west... after approaching from the South. He could go either way... both looked about the same, and the trail pounded flat by the splayed feet of many deer. West lay more myth and legend... the clearings of The Three Sisters. To the east lay dense forest, shadowy and sheltering of those that lived within.

[Gossamer]

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