<strong>Location:</strong>Lady's Lake;<strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Late-Afternoon, 16 Elient (Adventure Day 1)<br/><strong>Alura's Hp:</strong>40/40<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaper4k.com/wp_highres/painting/WP795E5J.jpg)</div>The depths of the forest had long remained untouched, as had the placid lake at its heart, that boasted crystal clear waters as smooth as a maiden's skin and just as inviting.  Untouched by civilisation for a centuries, the times were changing, and although there was little evidence, living creatures other than the animals of the woods had started to make their way into the shadowy refuge of the forest.<br/><br/>Even though Alura's hibernation has been deep, it has been a sleep so restful that even this most tiny of disturbances is like a rude jolt or a slap to the face, enough to stir her once again to consciousness and rise up from the deepest parts of the lake that is her charge.  Once above, all around her, the waters are the same, as is the sky, and the great barrier of the surrounding woods.  Even the sacred island at the centre and the great tree perched upon it that towers over the surrounding verdant forest seems ageless and impervious to time.  But the feel in the air is most assuredly different.<br/><br/>These are dark times, different from the days of old – there is no feel of bold and mighty heroes to counter the feel of darkness.  She can feel the currents of war, currents of desperation, and violent desires.  And, woven through it all, currents of unwholesome, yet urgent lusts.  Just as soon as she has felt it all, than the world becomes clear and pure once again, as though everything she had just felt were phantom figments upon her senses.  The source of what had actually disturbed her rest seems very much a mystery at this point.<br/><br/>There is perhaps an hour or so before the sun sets.  Somewhere to the south of the lake, a thin plume of smoke rises through the trees giving evidence that someone must be in the vicinity, though in times of old, fires were forbidden in these woods especially so close this sacred lake.  Yet, seemingly of equal import (and perhaps affront), is the sign of row boats on the far eastern edge of the lake – a great violation of ancient agreements that none were to set foot in or near the lake – yet clearly someone has dared to do so.  Because of Alura's attunement to her lake, she can also feel that there is something wrong at the north-western end of the lake, where the rivers feed the mountain waters into her domain.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/NXwLTmu.png)<br/>(each hex is about 1 mile across; the woods take twice as long to get across)<br/><br/>Alura is currently in hex 43.32<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>The camp fire (44.35) is approximately where she can see the smoke.<br/><br/></li><li>The abandoned the boats are at the edge of area 46.32<br/><br/></li><li>The disturbance with her lake is at area 41.29<br/><br/></li></ul><br/>The grey parts are areas Alura has no knowledge about, and the world has changed quite a bit for the lore she had in olden days to be accurate anymore.</div></div>