<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://imgur.com/1z9STnl.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Lotan’s Oak</strong></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">For nearly four hours, though in a place without a sun, sky, stars, or any other factors to tell by it’s genuinely difficult to decipher exactly how long has passed since the group of five woke up from the slumber in this plains the world has been empty. You awoke on grassy plains that seemed to exist in what can only be described as white space, the lone oasis in an otherwise brilliant oblivion. Standing at the heart of this little plains is a tall oak. The natural life of the area and yourselves aside there is no life here. No birds, no insects, no little woodland creatures. Yet despite that, the area radiates an aura of life that permeates your bodies on a spiritual level that tells you, without a doubt, this is not truly oblivion. Even with that knowledge the silence and stillness of this place are hard to ignore. Without the wind this massive tree remains ever still, not a single leaf quivering as the time passes. The edges of the plains are surrounded by an invisible force that prevents your movements and keeps you contained on the land, not letting you truly come into contact with the ‘white’ that surrounds all of you.<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/iF4s9c9.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><strong>Lotan Candur</strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">After attempts to communicate with the tree have been tried and failed; after some have wandered to the edges of the land and attempted to press past the barrier; past the time when small activities have taken place to keep minds still while bodies pace, the silence is broken.<br/><br/>The disturbance starts as a low groan in the wood of the tree, as though it were battling a great wind that yanked viciously on its powerful branches - but no such wind existed, and the tree did not move. Shortly after, within mere moments, the leafs on the tree begin to tremble and shudder making the sound that mimics the feeling of movement as though it were being disturbed by the wind. On the south side of the tree, merely five feet away from it, a fissure in the air begins to form. At first, it appears as a thin black line that crackles like lightning but doesn’t move from its location floating just three feet off the ground. In short order however that simple line extends to be nearly seven feet tall grows in thickness until sparks of black energy jump off of it and strike the nearby ground. Suddenly the line rips in the center and stretches in two directions to create a very tall oval with a black border, containing a swirling mix of greens and browns that look more like a kaleidoscope throw up than anything else. Suddenly flames burst from the edges of the oval as if they impacted something at the center and spread around it to continue on. The vision is followed by the pained roar of <em>something</em>.<br/><br/>Something that stumbles backward out of this rift.<br/><br/>Falling backward out of this rift is a creature that stands nearly taller than seven feet if you don’t include to set of giant antlers that erupt from its head adding an additional two and half feet at their tallest. The creature appears at first humanoid, standing on two legs paired with two arms attached to a body that is crowned by a discernable head. However, closer inspection reveals that the creature appears to be made out of some sort of wood like substance rather than flesh. Powerful trunk like legs are covered in thick vines and leaves, blossoming with flowers. So too is the beard of leaves that extends from his face and ends just before his abdomen. His shoulders are protected by what looks like more of the antler-like material, growing in spurs in his arms and down the first few inches of his back.<br/><br/>It hits the ground with an audible thud, and the rift from which he exits quickly snaps closed. The tree stops making the noises that it was before and instead begins making something that can only be described as a pained howl - almost like what a lone wolf would cry as it searches for its pack. Another noise joins in, though, this one playing in your collective minds rather than anything else; the very music that you heard before you ended up here. The creature of wood groans on the ground; its chest has been badly carved into by what looks like pincers rather than a blade, a thick golden sap like substance oozes from the various gouges. <br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>