1. | ->to Link(2) |
2. | Walking through the forest you begin to feel a bit apprehensive, an odd sense of your general surroundings which seems to emanate an ominous scowl of doom. |
3. | The foreboding aura of the woods seems to be getting stronger, and you glance about as if hidden eyes were watching you. |
4. | A slight rustle of the leaves, a strange crackling of branches, all is definitely not as it appears. |
5. | And then without warning, the trees begin to move. BAHHL-BRAAAG. They approach the sacred grove! CKALLOK-BAA-GOGGG!! ->encounter Man o' Groves |
6. | The sinister presence of the forest growing stronger, the danger has not yet passed. |
7. | A ring of columned stones encircles a clearing in the grove, and you approach with great caution. At the center of the ring you can see a flat stone carving of some kind, an engraved slab upon the ground. All feels strangely still for a moment. Then looking around, you perceive the forest creeping in upon you. Slowly, very slowly. As your foot moves to take a step, the trees are upon you. ->encounter Man o' Groves (win) Silently, the masses of the verdurous sylvan denizens continue their onslaught. ->encounter Halloweeches, Man o' Groves (win) As if no end in sight, the stalking vegetable-man trees still come, dark, looming, and mindless. ->encounter Tobagan, Halloweeches, Man o' Groves (win) Then it is over. The forest still once agian. But you suspect that it is only a matter of time before more of the tree-things can come to protect their grove, and for whatever unknown reasons, you now know that to remain here could only result in your inevitable and ultimate demise. |
8. | Stepping upon the large stone tablet you study its features, a depiction of great towering tree, thousands of branches thickly sprouting from it, and upon its trunk an old and gnarled face. ->use [BONSAI TREE] Placing the small potted tree upon the face of the stone carving, you step back. The pygmy tree begins to grow. Who summons the spirit of MAA-GOOGG? (answer anything is ok) KOLL-BAHH NUWT-KAAHH. One boon shall I grant. KELPP-RAH-KAA BONE-TOGG. One servant to command. He shall know you. And lead the way. AHMETT-BAH-LAA. And the mighty tree shrinks back down into a sapling. Then into a small twig. Finally becoming a tiny root. And then into nothingness. The small pot lies broken upon the stone face of the engraved slab, its dirt spilled onto the ground. |
9. | The forest has grown through the crumbling ruins, and appears to have choked off the main entry. Perhaps there is another way. |
10. | Passing the tree, you notice that an anomaly of nature has arranged the gnarls and knots of its rippled bark into the likeness of a face, and one that possesses a gloating smug smile at that. It is then that you witness the woody countenance make a wink, and momentarily numbed by the surprising event, find yourself seized securely within its grasping branches. ->to Rattkin Ruins |
11. | ->from Rattkin Ruins |
c1 | Lute of Sloth, Ankh of Youth, Ankh of Might, Studded Hauberk, Phrygian Cap |
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