A pair of Elves stand not far off, speaking quietly as the time goes on and they keep watch. One in heavy blue armor, the other in robes of white head to toe. To the south can be found a line of the worge and goblin bodies neatly laid out of those that attacked the praying elf, most of them with a snapped neck or slit throat.
The blanket of fog and wet ground makes the Mistwoods feel eerily silent, all noise and nature drowned in soft earth and hanging mist. The limbs of the trees are heavy, their leaves in full flourish and showing signs of wilt. The forest seems to silently groan with illness and fatigue.
The worgs, they are fierce, with jaws dripping with saliva and foam- easily wearing down on any party that lingers too long in the woods.
As for the tree that is prayed upon, the possibility of a dryad or a treant… only maybe the elf who prayed may know. For those who observe though, it is as the forest is as silent and foreboding as was before the ritual.
Last Edit: Mar 13, 2018 12:24:40 GMT -5 by DM Muse