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Trican is more of a religious city that worships various deities. Some followers are fanatics, others are spiritual while the rest are dedicated sheep. Among these devote followers are cultists whose insane beliefs often sentence them to a quarantined portion of the city as a punishment. Isolation is the way Trican deals with those whose fanaticism goes too far. Yet when invasion or a siege grips the fate of the city chaos spreads leaving room for the cults to take control of the masses. 

New Defenders

This horde of Veerlander clansmen kept coming despite the number of caltrops on the ground. Most of these clansmen were either heavily armored, lightly protected, or had only heavy furs for protection. To him that did not matter as his fellow mercenaries sent volley after volley into the horde. His eyes studied the horde of Veerlanders who pressed the attack despite the obstacles in their path and the early losses. A few hundred returned a few volleys after their defenses. Each projectile sent after them appeared scattered and more at will than a volley. Mondos did fight these Verlanders, but not this clan before. No one would believe him if he said the Veerlanders or Verlanders had any strategy whatsoever. Arrogant thinking like that ended the lives of heroes, knights, and bands of them who set out to fight them from Orian. It was on thing he hated most were arrogant individuals or groups with high status in society making the rules in their favor. Seeing the defenses the Veerlanders stopped not caring about their dead, or the obstacles they set up. More arrows, and bolts launched at them killing more Veerlanders who hid behind their shields, and mobile mantlets. Over ten thousand Veerlanders linked various shields together as best they could to form what looked like a centipede made from shields. Mondos paused from loosing another arrow and blinked multiple times. Was this some type of battle formation made from various shields? Was this a centipede, snake, or worm made from a bunch of shields? If he had fought these people before he had learned something from them. They were a crafty bunch for savages. Yet not crafty enough for him. His previous master introduced him to a Forsythan called Antalace who taught him how to defeat any shield formation. Told him to "forget the siege your ass is in a hurry" and "just because you are surrounded never means you lose". If this man were here today not a single Veerlander would be alive or even past this crossing.

Steffan's eyes spotted holes in their formation and went for those. He barked out for the rest to go for the holes. He let loose one arrow into the mass of shields hitting a Veerlander in the shoulder. Just because your arrow never kills the enemy does not mean the arrow does not do anything. If they are wounded that wound will bite them later, or hinder them from fighting on. To his delight he watched a wankel shield fall. It was not long before more shields dropped exposing the ranks of this centipede-snake like formation. Other commanders ordered to loose arrows and fire into the exposed ranks. He did not hesitate to loose more arrows as the Veerlander clansmen scrambled to bring up more shields. Round ones, Kite Shields, Heater Shields, Oval shaped, War-door, and tower shields were shoved at the front as the Veerlanders returned fire. This elongated mass of shields and spears stopped before their defenses and packed together. It was a formation to protect the mass of clansmen.

Projectiles kept coming after the mass of shields that protected the thick line of clansmen. Mondos' heart started pounding like crazy watching all those projectiles get thrown into the shields. He wanted to shout the order to cease, but words could not come out of his mouth. All commanders barked for their bowmen to cease fire. Mondos took a deep breath as the bowmen stopped sending arrows into the shields. It would have wasted their ammo and left them with nothing to use when they were pushed back to the gate. Taking a better glance at the horde he guessed there were 10, 415 Veerlander clansmen. He heard his master order for their ballistas to be brought over. Looking over his shoulder to see the ballista Steffan's eyes caught sight of an elf warrior. She wore a white tunic under leather sleeveless jerkin, red legging-like trousers under leg armor, military leather boots, a steel breastplate, and arm braces. She was armed with a matching elf saber, and dagger with no sword guard. Her hair was red like leaves in autumn. His eyes widened at the sight of her. Something about her seemed familiar. For the first time in his life he became distracted from everything else around him. He became oblivious.

Everything went silent for him as his eyes focused on her. Seeing this elf caused him to forget where he was or what he was even doing. This elf turned to see he was looking at her. Her gaze appeared unaware of his presence. (To be Continued) 

That Gorilla

When I was a child I had this dream that stuck with me. Like all children I dreamed of all sorts of things. However the dreams I had appeared too real and that I was somewhere else. After all these years this image of a gorilla inside a massive playpen with hundreds of tunnels and chambers. I suppose this is where I went at night in my dreams for safety. To be honest those were the years I spent a lot of time in the playpens of McDonalds fast foods. It was not until I met that Gorilla did I feel safe. While roaming one tunnel the Gorilla came charging at me. Scared I began to ran but found nowhere to go as it cornered me. Just a little kid being cornered by a talking Gorilla.

When it cornered me something else happened. A trap door opened up from beneath the Gorilla and it fell in that hole. Curious I looked down to see another tunnel beneath the one I was in. Feeling secure I resumed my exploration of this castle sized playpen. Believing I was safe my little boyish self went down to the lower levels. In a clear tunnel I suddenly heard a voice. "I am coming to get you little boy!" Goose bumps appeared on my skin as my body shook with fear. Looking over my shoulder I saw the Gorilla rushing down another tunnel I could see. Its gaze was on me now.

Panicking I ran as fast as I could down the tunnel I was in hoping it did not lead to the Gorilla. For some time the Gorilla gave chase. All over the interior part of the playpen the Gorilla ran after me. Fearing for my life I raced down various tunnels some had holes in them, while others were designed to mirror the night sky full of stars. Turning one corner to the next I finally came upon a tunnel that acted as a slide. Praying this tunnel would lead to safety I jumped in. Going down this slide like tunnel brought me peace. My fears went away, and so did the Gorilla. The state of mind I was in could only be described as awestruck and bewildered. All my thoughts went blank as I slid down this tunnel of stars, elegant colors, and mixed scenery. I did not know how long this tunnel was or where it would take me. To me it felt like forever. As I came upon a darker portion I slid into a larger room with a smaller playpen with plastic balls. Crawling through the plastic balls I came to the end of this pin and found that I was in a bath chamber of some sorts full of women. I didn't get a good look at them as I was scooped up by a dark haired elf with curvy features and breasts the size of water melons. She pressed me against her like any mother would do to her child after they had been threatened or in danger. Somehow I could not shake the feeling that she knew what was happening in that castle playpen.

Dealing with Mimics

"Listen up, this is how you can deal with a possible mimic inside the area you are exploring. Take an ax chop every piece of furniture insight. Another way, especially if you can do fire damage, set fire to the whole bloody room! Aaand my favorite way of dealing with mimics other than checking each item in the room, is shooting everything that is not breathing!" a winded Mockshah explained to the class of adventurers, knights, rangers, rogues, princesses, and warriors. He held the biggest fake, guilty grin that said he was fucked. No one clapped except a few in the back.

Lord Lancaster applauded this and pushed everyone to applaud. The whole room full of experienced men and women of the IGA's Crusaders replaced the students who were supposed to attend this lecture. Only one problem it was not the real Mockshah giving the lecture to the class. A devilishly handsome man of 5'6 in a fine suit. His hair was brushed and styled in a wavy hairstyle. It did not go well with the stubble on his face. Looking at the man's face the individual who claimed himself to be Mockshah could see he was not pleased.

"Did we FORGET something?" the handsome yelled at the impostor.

"I um, uh, ha ha.....well you are um... not the great Mockshah! I am the-" the impostor tried to prove his identification as Mockshah.

"Who is this go to court over something more serious." a female's voice rose up from the real Mockshah's flank. This female stood six feet tall, voluptuous, very strikingly beautiful, and strong. Her occupation was a Battle Mage, Teacher, Custodian, and Nurse, plus a mother to him. She wore the chest plate of a warrior, and donned a long purple skirt under a mage's loose robe.

The real Mockshah was about to speak when she cut him off with a single hand. It looked like she was going to strike him, but she did not. Lady Rebecca-Jessica Denson aka. "Darkmare" levitated above the floor.

"CLEAR OUT, EVERYBODY OUT OF THIS ROOM, NOW!" Lady Denson shouted with fury. Her gaze was transfixed upon the impostor who soiled himself the moment he saw her eyes glow a yellow orange glow. Such a glow reminded him of fire. Her hands started to shake a little as balls of energy began to appear and take shape into little flames in her palms.

Everyone except for Mockshah, Lord Lancaster, Lady Darkmare, and another figure left the classroom. Without warning she threw a fire ball at one of the chairs that seemed out of place. The chair let out a scream and arms appeared along with a tongue as the object was roasted. Lady Darkmare had spotted a mimic that was actually inside the class room. She did not stop there while floating about the room. On the hunt she tossed another flame at another chair that appeared crooked. One flame was all took to set that chair on fire. However it was not a mimic.

"Hmf! Could of sword that was a mimic. Just the way it sat." Darkmare said in a livid tone.

"Lady Darkmare look out!" Mockshah shouted as he jumped forward with a pair of pistols in hand. He shot a chair that moved that began to leap for her. The mimic dropped to the floor with blood coming out, arms and legs protruding from the chair like body. A big mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue were shown. It limped from being shot twice. Mockshah did not stop there. He pulled out two extra pairs of flintlock pistols and fired away. Out of his jacket he pulled out a hatchet then hacked away at the mimic.

Lord Lancaster was nearly pounced by three others. Thanks to IGA technology Lancaster and his Knights, Men At Arms, along with other swordsmen wielding retractable blades. His was a bastard sword, which he often prized at times. Using this sword he sliced the mimics in two. Another mimic revealed itself with a gaping mouth full of razor sharp teeth and claws ready to rip anything in its path. In the air Lady Darkmare sent two fire balls after this one mimic that was hopefully the last one to deal with. A fourth figure was more of a neutral monster hunter, agent, and former prowler known as Clyde Kyle Katernson. He held up his weapon keeping an eye on the chairs. All four of them circled the room while keeping their eyes peeled.

Mockshah kept an eye out for Clyde, since he used to work for one M.O.R. Overlord who sent raiders to destroy entire communities. He almost did not trust him enough to be in the same building. While they scoured the room even more the lights went out and growling filled the room. Movement, roaring, and screaming was all they heard. Lady Denson illuminated the room to find Clyde being attacked by at least one mimic, and Lancaster getting bitten by two others. With their free arms the two men beat the mimics off of them. Lancaster jabbed one of the mimics gripping his arm with this blade. He killed that one while Clyde was tossed into some other chairs. Denson and Mockshah were on the other two Mimics making short work of them. Both Lancaster and Clyde suffered injuries on their arms, and torso. Each one had to be rushed out of the class room. 

Another Faction?

As Mockshah roamed the streets of his home town holding his cup of coffee he noticed more people slowed down. They appeared to be eyeing him for some reason. He had seen people do this before in the past. His instincts were to ignore them. Mockshah kept on walking and it kept on happening over and over. It began to agitate him to no end. Several times he turned around with his eyes fixed on the car that stopped. Was he some kind of attraction, or was he that good looking? If he was one of those things, someone better have a talk or hand him a woman. As he walked back to his vehicle he saw a long line of vehicles with people whom he may have seen somewhere.

Seeing this many cars did not bother him at this time of day. He sensed he had seen these people before and more De Javu's coming. Would he literally see these people again? As a Warrior Prince to the IGA and the main Kingdom that started it he had more experience in various types of warfare. When he got to his car one of the High Guardians who was an Arch Angel in rank approached him. The Guardian Angel was known as Tidus Greystone "The Grave's Tone". Tidus resembled Bob Denson only his hair was shaggy in a mop head style.

"What is going on? I meant for a nice walk, then I get stalked? Or am I missing something?" Mockshah asked Tidus Greystone. He looked at the bigger Guardian who had an anchor style beard. Tidus smiled the biggest grin Mockshah ever saw on his face.

"They believe you are a member of the Black and Tans. Plus there is something else about this town. A bunch of cults from surrounding towns and communities have taken over. For some reason women like a certain woman with a desirable feature are run out of towns by pigs, perverts, rapists, and stalkers." Tidus explained to him with a look that says he needed to fess up about his own desires.

"Yes I will admit to wanting, and loving a woman with large breasts! It does come across as perverted and there is zero defense for that!" Mockshah stated feeling interrogated for a few moments.

"Watch it Dragon Prince, you are soon a Titan among us. Just remember my position as a Police Officer on this planet." Tidus reminded him.

"So there is another faction formed from a bunch of cults who are running this town." Mockshah said looking at the Guardian. He wished he had asked instead of saying it.

"Yes you are correct, and they are curious, no suspicious of you." He warned Mockshah.

"Don't tell me I have to avoid this area now." Mockshah said sounding worried.

"Nope just keep walking whenever. It shows they have zero power over you. The real authority should be in the hands of those who were elected, and in the Police Department." Tidus said.

"The government should also have authority." Mockshah said realizing how that would sound to others who believe in state's rights and hate the feds.

"You are correct on some parts. No one needs the government to have full control over the population. No one would be able to, never mind the people here judge bases on too many things." Tidus said giving up on his argument.

"There you have it Mockshah another faction for you to deal with."

"Or put up with. I cannot kill my own people!" Mockshah said sounding like he was going to cry.

"Who says these are your people?" Tidus said to his face. "You may have been born on this planet through the womb of a woman here and share the same blood. There is something else about your true origins."

Flag for an Elf Faction?

Terrorists, Rival Faction, or Humanoids Gone Mad?

As I stood on the rooftop facing the opposite way of the Grand Pyramid Ziggurat that was dedicated to Marduk, Nergal, and Nabu, the little boy I was to watch over could not sleep. He never wanted to sleep at all. Behind his parents' and guardians' back he stayed up all night. That explained why he would fall asleep in class. This little rascal who I called "Tommy the Rugrat" although his name was Timon. Being one of the Guardians aside from Darkheart, Imoya, and Valerie it was also my duty to keep him in bed and inside his room, which here it is called a Womb. Little Timon threw something at me to get my attention. I turned with a grin and entered his little dwelling. It was a big room for a boy his age. He was not the only child however these Ansumerians spoiled their children a little. The moment I was in his room he begged me to tell him a story about Adolf Hitler the Fuhrer of the Third Reich. 

Surprised by this I told him the beginning of his rise to power. As he listened to my voice explain how Hitler lost in London, Moscow, Africa, Leningrad, and Stalingrad he began to play songs from World War 2. With wide eyes he listened hoping to learn more about this conflict his Great Grandfather told him about. For his family was somehow at the battle of Kursk, and the battle of Berlin in April of 1945. While I began to tell him the aftermath something exploded drawing our attention. Zipping around I saw the Pyramids set aflame and guns shooting in that direction. More explosions followed and the familiar sounds of weapons from my own world. As I witnessed this attack I thought I heard the distinct cry of "Allahu Akbar!" followed by a long line of police cars racing towards this scene. 

In A Relationship Status

All males and every female are bound to be in a relationship with a partner at some point in their lives. No one is really bound to be alone forever. There is no rule, or law by nature that says you are exempt from being in a relationship. No laws state that one person or certain outcast has to be alone their whole life. Life doesn't work that way. People would have to be cruel, moronic, vile, sinister, or control freaks to be doing that to someone. No one has said this person has to be left alone because it is written for them to be alone. 

Some traditions require men and women to show they are in a relationship or not by law. One culture dictates that both partners must wear an arm band made from bones. The arm band can be made from other materials along with bones, and decorated as the wearer sees fit. Both partners have to wear this in public to deter others from bothering them about relationships. It is required on the part if the individual to be in a relationship to wear an arm band on the left arm. Anything on the right arm is fair game. When they break up that arm band must come off. Both individuals have to refrain from wearing it until either one finds a new partner. The very year they are married both are require to wear a bracelet on both hands, a wedding ring of course, and the arm bands. However the male should never wear gold. Only the female is allowed to wear gold. The male can wear any type of ring, or bracelet made from material that is not gold. He can treasure gold in a box whether he bought it or found it, or it was a gift. In terms of death the partner who is still alive must pass the arm band over to the next of kin or their offspring. That person can still make their own arm band if they choose to. 

Goddius sat at the kitchen table staring at the woman he chose as his mate. On her left arm was the arm band decorated with gold, the bracelets on her wrists, and the ring. He wore his ancestor's arm band which he connected to his own after his uncle's death. She was not his first choice because he had other women in mind. That upset his new wife whom he remarried thrice. However they had to marry in another part of the vast world called Chaiykhan, an island infested planet with islands barely the size of continents. She wore revealing clothing that aroused him. Her eyes were on him saying I have wanted you for years. Goddius could not keep his eyes off her breasts that had tribal and clan symbols tattooed. His monkey like tail flicked around. His wife Aida MahKee Ganuna blinked her eyes slowly, and pursed her lips in a kissing motion. She knew his taste for adventure would never die along with his love for the hunt for Dragons across the cosmos. Her world had plenty of Dragons, however his search dragged him all the way to a galaxy that was deemed unsafe, lifeless, and undead. Goddius came to a world that was divided by warring states according to his first impression. He was rescued by an infamous and well known pirate lord crusader who became a Titan. That particular pirate looked just like him only had milk white skin tone. Something about his scared Goddius aside from his origins on that planet. 

Goddius was some how on a screen with men around him armed with weapons threatening to cut his throat. These men flew a black flag with strange writing in white and they kept calling him an infidel. Being in captivity was all he recalled before finding himself outside in the desert being picked up by soldiers bearing a colorful flag. Aida broke his memory and train of thought by shoving her breasts in his face. Each bosom rested on his shoulder. She kissed him several times before mentioning the house hold Knucker her father had was not from that planet. 

Mockshah's First Substitute Command

He met with Valerie, Bradford, and his other companions at his tent. It was under the process of being packed up as he approached. Each companion looked over at him. They did not take down everything just yet. In his absence they prepared his armor and displayed his weapons for him to select for this up coming battle. Without checking anything they dropped what they did and helped Mockshah put the armor on. As they fitted the armor on he looked around the camp seeing the army they assembled for him to command. It was not the biggest army nor was it a tiny one. Just for his own command he was given a brigade to command. It consisted of 293 fighters, 218 overseers/Barons, 310 outlaw warriors, 175 Ax Wielders, 291 freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 low nobles, 220 war masters, blade masters, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Silver Knights of Atlantis, 756 Atlantean inmates, 33 Elves, 629 of Lancaster's knights and squires. A brigade of 4,101 given to him as an army to command. He did not get to meet all of them, however most had heard of his name. Every one of them tipped their hat, slapped him on the back, rubbed his head, kissed him, hugged, him, raised their drinks to him, others nodded seeing him as a young buck, and the rest begged him to move off world.

It would have been an honor to move off world and stay with these fine warriors. Living among them would make him feel more like a prince. Leaving his home would mean leaving his own family behind. That was one thing keeping him from living among the warriors who chose him to join their ranks. He may have been young, a little boy, but he proved himself to be worthy of a warrior's status.
For years he trained how to fight and lead armies. He was granted the pleasure of going off world. To him it was the best gift any child would want in their life. Sure his parents still gave him gifts, and he was still thankful otherwise he would have never played with them. In fact there were times he had too many toys to play with. It was not entirely his fault if any gifts remained up opened. Not that he hated them it was just extra stuff to keep up with. Having the chance to go on adventures, explore other worlds, realms, and to go on quests was the best gift his own parents granted him. Stabbing that creature at the top of those stairs made him famous. It had some ignition or controller that would destroy another world. What he did was destroy the ignition preventing the weapon from firing.

"We need to get your army ready for Atlantean inspection and to see if the princess approves." Valerie said with a mocking tone.

"Please that b##h doesn't know a proper army when she sees one in front of her." Mockshah scoffed at the idea of some princess. "She is how old now?"

"Eighteen years old, and ready to lead troops according to her royal courts." he heard the dwarf said with a disgruntled tone.

"I say screw the inspection and march on to the base of the mountains." Mockshah insisted picking up another weapon and arming himself. "I will be taking my army of 4,101 to the fight."

Mockshah mounted a steed and picked up his banner. With a loud voice he rallied his army and proceeded to rile them up for this battle. Every one of them marshaled to him and formed marching columns. Within minutes he was off with his army to meet or ambush the enemy. With a brigade of soldiers, warriors, knights, and fighters at his back Mockshah marched straight for the base. There he found a slope covered in trees, and brush to hide his forces. At this location he had his forces spread out and prepare an ambush. Using rope, axes, and the fallen trees he and his army were able to create a string of traps for this oncoming horde. He did not know the actual numbers nor did he care. Large armies can be defeated within a single day.

Setting up traps, hiding them was not always easy with limited time and a large army marching this way. Mockshah made due with what he had available. Even if the enemy were to march up this slope they would find it difficult. Attacking an enemy from the base of a mountain and the slopes forced them to drain their strength just getting to you. His entire force hid in the woods and makeshift shelters armed with several rifles, bows, crossbows and whatever weapon suited them. With everything set up for the ambush Mockshah ordered his army to hide and wait. It was not long before this large horde was approaching their position. It moved slow like a an enlarged amoebae like snail without the shell. He squinted his eyes focusing on how many there were. From his guess there must have been 570,981 of these mutants, monsters, and humanoids from the abyss galaxy. Stories about their tactics and behavior would have caused the average person to shit their pants and pee uncontrollably. He had witnessed such horror on the battle field. Warriors, and Champions overwhelmed, grappled, raped, torn to pieces, and eaten alive. At the age of sixteen he watched his own Master the Great "Bangorang" Elise Gabor suffer those atrocities at once. They were the only ones standing and he was pinned to the ground with spears and swords. His whole life he had been trained, experienced war, lectured, given loads of love from entire kingdoms and royal families.

After that he became a pirate for a short time then forced to become Sir Bob Denson's Squire. In his mind he knew people would call him crazy for ambushing such a large force. This is what he loved about people, how they feared for him at times while others feared the Mockshah the Pirate within. Letting the front force of the horde pass them Mockshah gave the command. His brigade opened fire with rifles first. All four thousand one hundred of Mockshah's army fired each rifle they had loaded. It caused some confusion and panic as the horde started to tear itself apart. Whenever an M.O.R. horde gathered it was made up of mutants, monsters, and spawn who fight each other. Their anger towards one other showed when an enemy ambushed them from afar using missile weapons. He waited for a few minutes to let the horde kill itself off before springing more of the ambush.

"Loose arrows!" Mockshah bellowed out hearing his own voice carry across the area, and echo. In moments thousands of arrows were loosed and rained down on the M.O.R. horde. He commanded for a second volley to be loosed on the horde as it scrambled to form attacking positions. A third volley shattered the first units that were formed and those who ran were cut down or bludgeoned into the earth. Mockshah's army did not stop loosing arrows until their quivers were empty.

"Prepare your crossbows and reload rifles!" He barked out to his own army. "Don't forget our traps." Mockshah muttered to himself.

"DON'T forget the other traps!" the Dwarf barked out for him then nudged. His army laughed heartily. If the enemy heard that they would hesitate to move towards the woods. Their mission was to destroy all in their path, and his army was stalling them. Keeping this army, this horde of nightmares and spawn from the galactic abyss itself was his job. He had to keep this horde from reaching the defenders of the pass while the Lord Commanders rallied their cavalry. Not caring about the numbers Mockshah ordered for another volley of rifle fire into the ranks just to entice the horde to come after him. As one this brigade fired another volley into the horde that was still forming new attack units. The volley got their attention egging a large portion of the horde to break away and pursue their attackers. Mockshah grinned at the sight of nearly one hundred thousand march after him. That was just a third of this horde that was already decreased by one third.

He waited to spring the first traps they laid out as the horde had some difficulty traversing the base. This was a perfect opportunity to strike using the crossbows. Mockshah commanded his brigade to fire a volley of bolts into this horde as it marched up to the wooded area. He did not calculate how many fell. It would be a waste of time and he would lose his focus on the battle. Still holding the grin and wide eyes of excitement he watched the M.O.R. trigger the first traps they laid out that killed hundreds. Scores of them fell into holes while others were pulled up from the ground by ropes. He signaled for the other traps to be released. No one could explain how he managed this, but he made balls of stone that were held together with rope, sticks and tree sap. Having crafted over a hundred he released twenty five of these at a time before releasing the logs, and other boulders. To the enemy these objects appeared like a landslide. His brigade fired their rifles at will ensuring none of the first wave reached them. Sending a large amount of projectiles down the base of the mountains forced the first wave to retreat. There is one of many things Mockshah learned was that the M.O.R. punished those who retreated. More than ten thousand of those who survived had their heads bitten off, hacked to pieces, or eaten alive. 

Curse Lifted

After hours of digging into the dirt something was finally uncovered. As it surfaced from the digging I picked it up. Crouching down I wiped the dirt off to see what this object was. Without hesitation I grabbed the object and raised it in the air. To my surprise and fortune it was a medallion. 

"So this is the reason why I am here." I said to myself. 

This is what turned me to come to this place after so many visions. Feeling the wind blow from behind me I decided to walk into the woods. Trees rocked and the leaves rustled joyously in harmony. I came upon a pond in these woods that I had to pass on my way. Out of nowhere a few deer came to drink I saw squirrels scurrying across the branches, and chasing each other. I looked at the medallion thinking So this is what caused the curse of the forest to be lonely. I checked the back of the medallion. There were some runes engraved on the back. I thought to myself this must have been destiny that brought me here. It was my actions that cleared the curse from these woods.