Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161012222901

"They use to." I say in a cold tone. "Long ago this place was a temple. I'm, unsure of it's name, but the Elves from all over would travel here to converse with the Leshens and commune with nature. Until Armata came. After that, the Leshens became and more hostile to outsiders. Eventually, the temple was abandoned and now the Leshens guard the Forrest fiercely."

I never look back at my companions, my eyes remain forward, on the trail. Dead Leafs fall upon the path.

"The Leshens have an almost terrifying connect to nature. They can control the roots of nearby trees, summon animals to aid them, disappear amongst the trees and call upon fog for cover. Your best defense against them is fire."