<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Axes thwunked into hard wood. Saw teeth ripped through logs. Branches were snapped off with thunderous cracks. Men and women alike grunted with exertion as they skillfully used the tools of their trade. And Selphie? Selphie groaned. The sound was audible to others even over the loud and rhythmic sounds of lumberers in full-throttle of their work. She was<em>so bored.</em>The healer had no idea how long she had been out in the woods, but it felt like a lifetime of sawdust and buzzing insects. There hadn't even been any interesting accidents today to break up the monotony. No cuts, no scrapes, no broken bones. Just endless waiting.<br/><br/>Supposedly, there was something lurking in the woods. Something dark and unsavory. The healer rolled her eyes. The only dark and unsavory thing in the woods was her, and her bad attitude was tempered only by the Foreman who had thrown an ax at her once she had started arguing over her desire to drink wine on the job. She hadn't won that battle and sobriety was an agonizing consequence.<br/><br/>Reading the irritated expressions of those around her, Selphie decided to move to the edge of camp. To the workers, her "patrolling" looked very much like sulky daydreaming while wandering aimlessly, but her presence seemed to be doing the trick. She was keeping workers healed and there hadn't been any more reports of mysterious beings in the woods. No Orc raids, no fairy shenanigans, no errant beasts looking for trouble.<br/><br/>Selphie decided to venture a little deeper into the wooded area; the camp was still in sight - she didn't trust herself not to get lost - but she wasn't toeing the edge of the treeline today. Instead, she was feeling a tad more bold than usual. Tonight, camp would be packing up with their last shipment of lumber and Selphie would be back in Greenmist.<em>Woo.</em>Still, there was a certain beauty in the forest. It was flagrantly magical; thick brown vines draped across trees, covered in glowing flowers. Foliage larger than a person sprung out of the earth, hiding dewy tendrils with an alluring scent. Insects chirped and buzzed, there jewel-like carapaces glittering in the sun that fell through the canopy in beams. Selphie began to climb over a small boulder covered in a swath of soft moss. She used her staff to keep her balance as she reached the top and then jumped down to the other side. It was nice to get a little glimpse of the place before heading out.<br/><br/>She straightened up and looked around. The dirt here was softer and her heeled boots wanted to sink down into its depths. The workers had spoken about a Shaman appearing in town who did enchantments. Maybe he could give her gear a quick nature-proofing. Was that a thing? She hoped so. With another groan, she continued on, wondering if she could request reassignment to an actual city.<br/><hr/><hr/>