Edge left
From Create Your Own Story
You edge left around the foul beast, keeping your blade up. You can almost smell the creature growing enraged. It makes a nasty swipe with its claws, but you duck and escape injury. Your sword slips between the creature’s ribs and drives deep into its putrid heart. The Ratbear squeals and falls to the ground, face-down in the mud. With the beast dead on the path, you are free to move onwards.
The path winds a few more times around gigantic trees, thousands of years old, and then emerges onto a sudden plain, as if the forest had been scooped away by a gigantic hand. A river trickles thinly between short grasses and by its banks stands a tiny village.
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