Wildaven Introductions

by Norsepainter
''Leather boots trampled through the jungle. Large, curved knives hacked away at the dams of bramble and bush. A party of explorers were running about, hastily checking their maps for landmarks-anything they could use to find the way out.

''"Ah!" yelled a member of the party.

''Her comrades turned to see what was wrong. She was on the floor, vines and moss wrapping her body. Her leg was covered with scratches and cuts. Slowly her skin grew paler. She retrieved a linen bag hanging from her shoulder and threw it over to them.

''"Take it, an run." she whispered solemnly. "Go! Ere we all are taken!"

''The party made their flight through the jungle, hurdling the roots that rose to trip them, swerving from the vines that came down to meet them. Arrows began to whiz past them, occasionally meeting their mark, but impeded in the bags worn by the explorers. Frustrated cries of war and anger echoed from the trees. The natives wanted something that was stolen.

''CRACK! A seed was stepped on by one of the explorers. A mass of leaves and branches sprouted from the ground and encased the victim. His colleagues looked over their shoulders in horror. A mistake. As if from nowhere, a woman clothed in greens and animal hides stood. Her face was clouded with age... and great anger. She shouted something unintelligible to the panicking party; a wall of logs grew around them.

''Archers jumped from the trees, aiming their bows at the team. A knife cut away wood, and one explorer squeezed through to escape from the scene - but appearing in front of him was the Shaman. He turned back, and was shot in the chest by an arrow, sending him flying several feet into another arrow, which exploded from his spine into a mass of leaves. A leather bag was dropped onto the ground, and was retrieved by a native child.

''The shaman gingerly took steps toward the carcass. The leaves decomposed, dropping the man who would become mere fertiliser for the plants. She flipped him over with a stick, and took several bones from the opening in his back.

''"Take it back to the temple, my children." she said,

''Whimpers and shouting came from behind the log walls. Which slowly began to dissipate. Their weary faces, horrified and sorrowful, stared nervously at the shaman.

''"We'll take care of you shortly," she assured them.

''The bones in her hands fell to the ground, reforming into the skeletal structure of a wolf. She strode forward with the animal behind her.

''"No please!" the explorers cried, but they were already surrounded.'''

By souleater007
Lumbarmen ran out from the dense jungle, fear struck upon their faces. Any who stopped and turned to look met their end. Simple as that.

Crish, crackle, snap, crish The branches in the trees went, as something jumped from one to the other. An axman heard snaping infront of him from a bush, and skidded to a stop, swining his ax at the bush, but it fell only to dirt. Suddenly, leaves encased him, much to the mans horror. The surrounded him, dense, allowing no escape. Thinking quickly, he cut through the leaves with his ax, but when he broke through, he met his end to a green dyed iron sword, from a indscribable figure.

Clad in green leather armor of the jungle. His eyes, covered by diffrent peices of cloth and leather, darted about, finding his next target.

He listened.

Crish, Crackle, Snap, Crish. Went the forest to the south. He darted, making a huge leap to a jungle tree, and darting up the vines.

The lumbar men quickened their pace, their refuge was only about fifty yards away. The ten of them sprinted for their forfited lives.

One of the men fell down suddenly, an arrow in his back, aimed right for the heart.

Nine

Another met his end when the figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and bore down with sword and ax upon him, blood awashed the ground. The figure disappeared out of view suddenly, a trace of a sweet black smoke where he was.

Eight

A group of three ran toghther, and stood their ground in the jungle, surronded by the unknown, but with friends in numbers, the thought the had the chance. Then a low growl sounded from the woods, and grew louded, and then seemed to come from many directions. Fear ran across their face as flashes of white darted to them and feasted upon their flesh, the figure running past them.

Five

The five reached the logging camp, Three running through before the roots of the trees sealed the last two from the camp. They yelled and screamed, banging on the walls before the figure caught up to them. Slashes were heard as they met their end.

Three

The loggers armed themselves, dawning leather armor and using their axs as their weapons. The roots began to retract... Three wolfs ran forward, the leader lunging for the foremost logger, but the leather armor held true to it's bite, and its head lopped off from it's body.

The second jumped to the wall of the camp, and jumped upon the hindmost logger, but this wolf to failed to land a killing blow, and it's chests was opened up from a sweeping blow of a frantic logger.

The third retreated.

Thinking that they have survived, they began to cheer, and throw taunts into the jungle. That is until a sword erupted from the hindmosts chest. The logger looked at the sword, as if it was a limb that so suddenly sprouted from his chest. He faded from concision, and then from life as the sword withdrew in a blood extraction. The figure stood there.

Two

In his fear, one of the loggers let out a yell of both fear and enragement. He ran foreward, ax raised high for a chop at the figures head, but right as the ax came down, the figure disappeared and reappeared behind him, and shot a weighted arrow at the mans back, throwing him a distance away. The figure turned to the second logger as he dropped his ax and ran to the exit. A percisely dispatched hatched being logged in his back ended his antics.

One

The figure turned to the last logger, and slowly walked to him, taking his time. The logger, on the ground and bleeding, looked upon the figure. "This is truely... A cursed jungle"

The figure stopped in front of him, sword raised for a stab.

"No... This is simply a jungle of wildaven. No one else."

Zero