(LoK) Confront the SharpClaw
From Create Your Own Story
Krystal emerges from the hut to what on any other occasion would have been a pleasant view. It was early evening, and the sun was setting over the grassy hills to the west, visible through the trees of a small forest. The hut was built on the edge of the forest, meaning the trees were sparse and plenty of light broke through the canopy. To the north-east there was a small village that looked idyllic to the naked eye, although Krystal knew better than to expect such a thing of any SharpClaw settlement. "I doubt they would take too kindly to me strolling in there with their warrior's mace" she thinks, turning away.
A cool breeze sweeps through the valley, bringing with it a subtle smell of burning. Krystal turns to face the wind, and sure enough in the south there is smoke rising from a point just outside the forest. "That must be where one of the Arwings crashed, but who's?" Krystal thinks, searching in vain for signs of another crash site. "We were flying over the forest, and Fox's Arwing crashed before mine, so his must be further into the forest. We were also on our way back to the Great Fox, which must mean that it is to the West, but there's no way I can make across that open land with such a pitiful supply of food".
Does she:
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Tribal Armour, Mace, Backpack, Food |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 0 | |
