Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 21, 2023 5:50:36 GMT -5
High amongst the branches of the Mistwood perched the elf known as Ros. He sprawled lazily along the length of a branch while he idly chewed on a twig - he enjoyed the mild taste of liquorice. He seemed to be relaxing, paying no mind to the comings and goings of the forest. Bugbear, Adventurer and Goblin alike passed him by while he noted their invasion. He would occasionally readjust his position to get a better view of the ground below. A snake, species unknown, was occasionally seen coiling around his leg or arm and he would scritch it's head, help it shed it's skin and generally care for it.
When he had to come down from his perch, he could be seen wielding what looked like a sword with a blade of pure light which radiated heat. He would slay the monsters that got in his way, leaving those that did not. He would vanish into the dark, depths of the mistwoods for days at a time just to reappear at a later time.