Tisath wiped the sweat from his brow and bent down to swat the bugs off his legs. He had to be careful, the smog hid the predators of the forest well and the paths were dangerous them selves. The ground gave away at points and walls could pop up seemingly out of nowhere. He made note of the strange and plentious trees, the way they seemed to be bent akwardly with twisted and spiraled bark. Soft cooing could be heard and sometimes even the beat of drums, but never could he find another person. Ruins dotted the map which were strage and mystical in itself. They apeared like troll ruins of decades ago but strange bulbs emitted light that pierced even the dank fog, this is not something trolls were known for. Once he had spotted (or been spotted by) an odd tiger with scales and spikes that glistened as if made of steel. The beast apeared to be immense but moved with and agility and balance no beast of Azeroth could muster. I was lucky to walk away from that fight but I have a feeling my jurneys here are far from done. No, the forest still held mysteries and paths, each one could be my death but the spell of Kietsh, the forest of dreams, entranced me and pushed me further.
May I never figure out what was playing those drums.
^ Sorry I felt a topic like this deserved some roleplaying. I would actaully love to see what story Majere/Alk could come up with for this^
A jungle shrouded in mist and fog, full of cliffs, and never knowing what you are going to find next t'would be freaking amazing, It would have to be something where everycorner leads to soemthing fresh though.
IMHO