The Root of the Problem [Invite]

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

"This... no wait... South from the tree with three forks... northeast from the rock split by lightnng... and due east from the river that sounds like dying cats... Who in their right mind wrote this map?"

The fox tail man gave a sigh, running a hand through his soft brown hair slowly as he looked at the dark, mist-filled forest before him. He had been looking for a place similar to this, but where the mist came from a waterfall, not from some eerie being within. But with a shrug he tossed the hand-drawn map back into his inventory and looked around, his black fox ears twitching slightly in time with his fox tail.

This section of woods was practically dead, several Treants hiding amonst the leafless trees. Leaning against an aged oak, whose bark peeled at the slightest touch he gave another long, drawn out sigh before looking up at the sky.

"I guess whatever is out there wants us to be here, eh?"

His head snapped to one side as his face contorted into a massive grin. His voice, having been monotone and low in tone now jumped to an excited, higher pitched voice, almost as if a female began speaking.

"Oh yes, yes yes! Why we can have so much fun with whatever is within Weegee! Come on, come on! Go on in, go go go!"

His head jerked once more, his face screwing into an expression of pure malice, his voice drenched in hateful tones and deeper than before.

"Oh shut your scrawny mouth Caitlyn, we'll go when we're good and ready you hear! Don't make me kick down your door and kick your tiny..."

His head snapped back into its normal place as he slowly shook his head, his voice once more monotone and nearly lifeless.

"Calm down you two. As much as we love getting ourselves killed, let's take a little break from that habit. Sure, the experience is worth it, but hey, maybe I want loot for once."

He sighed and brushed the bark off of his white trench coat. It was a fine piece, covering him from neck down to his ankles, open in the front to reveal the loose white shirt and white pants that were tucked into the tall white boots. Pulling the collar up, the gold filligree in the arms shone in the sunlight, marking the reinforcements in both arms and the bracer on the left and freeing the white, eye-marked scarf from its hiding place to flutter softly in a breeze. He gave a swift kick, bringing his body parallel to the earth and his bare foot high into air as if to stretch his body.

"Alright, guess we might as well get started, right everyone?"

He was alone, but anyone who saw the earlier display might realize to whom he was speaking.

Word Count: # 475| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

by requiem of <remoor>

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It was rather odd watching the man with the traits of a fox as he held a conversation with himself. In fact, it had seemed as though he had completely forgotten he had two others in his party: A Swashbuckler with long black hair, brought back in a pony tail, and a young Sorcerer with short brown hair and a smile on her face. The small party of three traveled through the forest, they went through a section that seemed particularly dead and Weegee continued speaking to himself. It seemed there were no appropriate times to really speak in reply, and as such, the majority of Dumah's speech or Alette's were to each other.

The man seemed to ready himself, then spoke. "All right, guess we might as well get started, right everyone?"

Dumah nodded, resting his left hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword. "What is the plan, Mr. Weegee?" He awaited an answer from the man, standing straight and clearly ready for action.

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Weegee jumped slightly at the new voice, realization slowly sinking in that he was not alone. He had come here with two others, a male and female pair. He was used to forgetting about those around him, he had done the same to people he considered friends.

"Right, hmm."

His ears twitched around slowly as he thought.

"Well, either the map is right but wrong at the same time, or we simply took the wrong turn at the thrice-burrowed rabbit hole some few miles back. Alas, this does not look like the place, but I have stumbled on stranger happenings before... As for a plan..."

He turned around to look at the two. They were people he had met earlier in town and traveled with from earlier this day. He didn't remember either of their names, and wasn't interested in that enough to even check.

"Based on our set-up, it would be best if I take the lead once more. I will use my typical skills to allow for scouting ahead, though the fog of this area will make aerial view into the deeper sections less reliable. With that in mind we shall have to be careful of any Treant-type monsters. The map said this was supposed to be the lair of some Dragon, but this... Well honestly this looks like no sort of lair to me."

He shook his head and turned back to the dead forest, tilting his head back as he followed a tree's growth into the sky.

"One moment, I will take the initial scout here before we move deeper into the area."

He took a moment to stretch before he ran straight towards the tree, leaping high and landing on one of the lower branches. His bare feet stuck briefly to the bark before his body coiled like a spring and leaped higher and higher until he finally came to rest at the top of the tree. He took a deep breath before he began calling down to his companions.

"It appears that there are small packets of clear air within the fog, the nearest one being some distance straight ahead from our current position. So long as we do not lose our bearings... a notion I shall leave to one of you, we should be able to easily navigate from pocket to pocket."

He began climbing down quickly, swinging from branch to branch before landing in front of the two. He had kept one hand pointed in the direction they needed to go in order to keep them on track, and now it simply looked as if he was pointing into the heart of the fog.

"Stick close. If we lose one another in the fog, who knows what we may come across."

He gave a brief smile, an attempt at being reassuring despite his current dismal words as he turned around and began walking into the fog. Just a few feet into the mist and he would disappear from view completely, as visual range became very limited.

Anyone paying attention might hear the light sound of a raspy laugh, or something more akin to bark scratching lightly against itself. The forest held more than dense fog, creatures lurked within these woods, protecting the Lair within.

Word Count: #|542 Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's | @dumah

by requiem of <remoor>