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- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
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- Intermediate
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci fi, anything in which the world itelf is extremely interesting.
Trail
Thomas started to slow down a bit from his quick pace, and began to speak to the group as a whole again."Mirkeil has the right idea, the settlement, you may know, was once proudly governed by my ancestors. Look it up online, and they'll tell you that inclement weather caused enough damage to ruin the whole thing."
He turned back towards them, flashing them a grin before turning back, as his voice goes into full storytelling mode.
"So we're looking at an isolated, formerly self sufficient island settlement that has just gone through the misfortune of having the majority of their crops drowned. That's how the story begins. It ends with only my ancestors, and not even all of them, making it off. My family has passed down the stories, and..."
The treeline gave way on one side of the path, revealing a clear, rocky stream, complete with tiny black fish darting around the water, and insects darting across the surface.
"And we're very close. I'll stop rambling now before you all realize that after all these years I've finally gone completely mad."
He continued walking at the same pace for a few seconds, putting his hands in his pockets and not turning back.
"I'm certainly going to have plenty of time to tell scary stories later, as in, when we're actually at the location pertaining to the stories."
He turned back again, and spoke quickly.
"Luckily, I had enough time to clean out the cabin and stock it with provisions."
The moment he turned around, his face caught on a bramble, leaving a red scratch on his left cheek. He immediately brought a finger to the cheek, and found the cut, shaking his head for a moment.
"...Bad luck today, little things like that all day. Let's make haste towards the cabin before any insects take a liking to this scratch.
His hand brushed against an ancient tree riddled with holes where pegs meant for climbing once were. He looked up at the tops of the trees.
"This has been on my mind a little, how many of you believe in ghosts?"
Cabin