The left one, holding a spear, is the leader of the guardians. She has an appearance that scares off the possible invaders. Only one swordsman made it through and fought her and won. That's why her left shoulder armor is broken. Her name is Velaeris (Veh - Lah - Rees). She is also good with a bow. On the right, there is the Archer. His name in unknown and nobody has looked in his eyes and lived. A few claim that they have seen him, but nobody believes them. On the far left, there is the swordsman that fought Velaeris. His name is Roderick. They all have died and became parts of the forest.
Nearly all of the forest's trees are dead. This area is unnaturally cold and silent. This forest is called The Dead Woods, since nobody has made it out of there alive. Its real name is forgotten, since nobody speaks of this area so often.
The Dead Woods Lore
You Were Warned
Of The Very Woods You Stepped Into
It May Have Been In Dreams
Or It May Have Been From Signs And Superstitions
That Cautioned You To Stay Away
From These Dead Woods That Would Steal You
Once You Were Inside
You Would Be Lost Never To Return
You Would Go Deeper And Deeper Into The Woods
The More You Tried To Leave
The Path Would Wind Back On You
Leaving You To Wander To The Shoals
Your Final Resting Place
Another Pile Of Bones On That Skeleton Beach
Trapped With All The Other Poor Souls
Who Were Lured Into The Dead Woods
The Woods You Were So Determined To Explore
Confident You Could Break The Woods Curse
Even As You Succumbed To It
If Only You Realized That You Were Enthralled
Your Memories Slip Away
On Your Trek Through The Forested Of Deadened Trees
You Start To Forget Why You Came And Who You Were
Numb You Lumber Through The Brush
Little More Than Piles Of Sticks
Feel The Brittle Branches
Sapped Of All Life
The Lingering Mist You Inhale
Is Dry And Cold
As If It Is Trying To Steal Your Very Soul
It's Poisoned And Slowly Killing You
You So Disoriented And Have Lost Your Way
One Petrified Tree Husk Looks Like Another
Are You Disheartened By The Solitude
A Desolate Hush, A Mournful Silence
As What Is Left Of Your Thoughts Wander In This Lifeless Wood
Your Body Is Weary As You Trudge Forward
You Stumble Upon The Beach
Surrounded By Bleached Bones
The Last Of You Life Drains From Your Limbs
With A Heavy Head And Bloodshot Eyes
You Stare At The Skeleton Reef As It Clutters The Shoals
Your Last Thought Being Is This My Fate
As You Let Out Your Final Breath Joining The Bones On The Beach
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