crimsongrain

The Adventurer huddled in his tent; breath held to the point of his lungs starting to ache for relief as the force outside his tent continued to warn him. "Turn back...." "Turn back..." The forest was alive with the warning instead of the wind, the spirits of the forest are aware of the adventurer and are warning him of the dangers that inhabit it. True the adventurer was not naive to the rumors and legends of the forest, but he had no idea that the forest would be this active in turning him back. The Adventurer covered his ears trying to muffle the calls of the forest continue to resonate everywhere. He exhales trying to fall asleep, but it would not come. "Why are you doing this?" "Huh?" The Adventurer asks as he looked at his best friend who was sitting at his chair a game controller in his hands. "Why are you going into the forest?" "It can't be for clout, you're not that kind of guy. Besides, that forest is haunted from all the people who committed suicide. You know

A frigid wind blew through the trees causing all the branches to wave from its force. Standing among the trees, the rocks, and the tall grass was a lone adventurer clad in full adventurer garb from his cape that was as yellow as the first rays off the sun, to his sneakers which were as blue as the morning sky. In truth the person standing in the middle of the trees was no more an adventurer than the other people back in the city. The truth was this young man standing among the trees clad in blue and white long-sleeved shirt with a yellow cape, khaki pants, and blue sneakers. The only true magical equipment of this adventurer's armory and their magic starts and stops at how comfortable his shoes were. Honestly he should've packed warmer for a trip like this, he was lucky enough carry the tent and the fire starting equipment however he knows he didn't bring enough food. He contemplated going back to civilization, civilization in this case would be the convenience store down the