Hidden in the far corner of pure wilderness is rumored to be a magical forest, with flora capable of healing any malady known to mankind. Many have attempted to find this garden of Eden for years, but none have been successful. One day, a witch from your local kingdom presents a single, blossoming flower; to make a point, she feeds the flower to a man afflicted by Stone Scales, a deadly disease that turns one's bones and skin to an immovable, stiffened material. There was no known cure for it, up until now.
Armed with the knowledge that these miraculous woods exist after all, a frantic rush to find them has begun. It is up to you to decide whether or not you will join in this opportunity and secure the wealth yourself, or if you will try to protect these sacred lands.
this version is the group-thread, and you're welcome to join in! if you'd prefer a 1x1 or are unsure if your character would fit, feel free to PM me.
On the horizon line was a ship. A beautiful one at that.
The captain beheld one last look at his ship docked away in deeper waters. Flicking off a brow of sweat, he mustered ashore in his leathery cavalier boots, towing his transportation to land. With tuckering effort, he let the rowboat he arrived in recess onto the ground with a thump. Brushing his palms against his brown breeches and rolling up the sleeves to his white puffed shirt, the Captain readied himself for the journey. Ringing a flask around his neck, Captain Jonas Brown began an upwards climb, his chin set high. He had just gotten a few inches away from the shore when the waves of coastal blue swept his boots in for a final goodbye kiss before leaving a trail of foam and disappearing back into it's vast, blue body. He whisked around to glare faintly, before continuing to draw up the path. Undertone his boots crunched pebbled rocks that appeared to be almost arranged in a mosaic.
"Bloody hell, I made it!" He exclaimed to himself as he observed an area so green, he knew he had reached the garden. Pushing past untamed vines that rung from trees, he stepped into the flourishing vegetation. Flowers glistened of colors of the whole spectrum, fruits hung snug and ripe. Licking his lips, he found this moment rather self-respecting.
Cocking off his tri-cornered hat, he ran a hand through his thick black strands, eyes waltzing across the forest greedily.
The captain beheld one last look at his ship docked away in deeper waters. Flicking off a brow of sweat, he mustered ashore in his leathery cavalier boots, towing his transportation to land. With tuckering effort, he let the rowboat he arrived in recess onto the ground with a thump. Brushing his palms against his brown breeches and rolling up the sleeves to his white puffed shirt, the Captain readied himself for the journey. Ringing a flask around his neck, Captain Jonas Brown began an upwards climb, his chin set high. He had just gotten a few inches away from the shore when the waves of coastal blue swept his boots in for a final goodbye kiss before leaving a trail of foam and disappearing back into it's vast, blue body. He whisked around to glare faintly, before continuing to draw up the path. Undertone his boots crunched pebbled rocks that appeared to be almost arranged in a mosaic.
"Bloody hell, I made it!" He exclaimed to himself as he observed an area so green, he knew he had reached the garden. Pushing past untamed vines that rung from trees, he stepped into the flourishing vegetation. Flowers glistened of colors of the whole spectrum, fruits hung snug and ripe. Licking his lips, he found this moment rather self-respecting.
Cocking off his tri-cornered hat, he ran a hand through his thick black strands, eyes waltzing across the forest greedily.
Even the forest's edge stood beautiful and lush, exotic species of both fauna and flora perhaps never discovered before existing here. Colorful birds of paradise sung their blissful songs, and impossibly large flowers glistened in the sun. The trees themselves seemed unnatural, and if one was to look close enough, it almost looked as if their gnarled knots and roots formed faces. Their branches were laden with varieties of plump, ripe fruit, begging to be harvested.
The captain would face no difficulty with the brush of the woods, as both branch and vine whipped out of the way. Various animals watched the new arrival curiously, neither running away nor coming closer to investigate. There was a sweet smell on the air, its scent akin to honey and nectar. Small, glowing sprites fluttered along with the gentle breeze, chattering like little wind chimes. As they drifted past the pirate, a sound not unlike soft laughter emitted from them, kind and naive.
No more than a few minutes worth of journey ahead, an elegant creature laid on equine legs, surrounded by blossoming nature. Warm, sun-kissed skin reflected the light of the sun beautifully, and gentle doe eyes looked lovingly upon the finch that sat on her finger. Butterflies danced around her small antlers, which held blooming honeysuckle and daisies. She smiled, turning her head curiously at her small avian companion. It spoke in chirps and whistles, a language that no man would ever be able to understand.
"We have visitors, my dear friend? Delightful! It has been so long since the covenant has come to visit," she sweetly said, her voice like a warm summer wind and all the elements of spring.
The captain would face no difficulty with the brush of the woods, as both branch and vine whipped out of the way. Various animals watched the new arrival curiously, neither running away nor coming closer to investigate. There was a sweet smell on the air, its scent akin to honey and nectar. Small, glowing sprites fluttered along with the gentle breeze, chattering like little wind chimes. As they drifted past the pirate, a sound not unlike soft laughter emitted from them, kind and naive.
No more than a few minutes worth of journey ahead, an elegant creature laid on equine legs, surrounded by blossoming nature. Warm, sun-kissed skin reflected the light of the sun beautifully, and gentle doe eyes looked lovingly upon the finch that sat on her finger. Butterflies danced around her small antlers, which held blooming honeysuckle and daisies. She smiled, turning her head curiously at her small avian companion. It spoke in chirps and whistles, a language that no man would ever be able to understand.
"We have visitors, my dear friend? Delightful! It has been so long since the covenant has come to visit," she sweetly said, her voice like a warm summer wind and all the elements of spring.
"Blow me down. I really be here."
The Captain exhaled a breath to light-heartedly laugh, his fingers easing their grip on the hat of faux leather quartered in his hands.
No treasure chest of his dreams could come close to the profit and richness of this haven. Even a cave of jewels mended with rubies, sapphires, and gold was no match against the earthly beauty the garden upheld. The smells were romantic-the honey almost tastable to the tongue. And the garden had voice-crooning squawks and wings flocked above him, green foliage interspersed with fruitful colors called out to be brushed against, and the sprites tickled the lobe of his ear as they danced away in their play.
The pirate advanced forward with the amble of an enthusiastic rabbit, his footwork careened with a light flounce. He paraded over the enlarged roots, pushing thick leaves out of his way as he went. His raw-umber irises were continuously stricken by an overwhelming desire, a need to take. They zoned left to right with the speed of lightning, unable to comprehend what to take. To the berries shaped of hearts, to the flowers resembling tiny bells, almost everything caught his fancy.
Take those red ones. No, the blue!
Ah-those purple ones look rather magical...
Only several feet down the length of walking, it wasn't something that had his eyes spell-bound. No, it was rather someone. The dappled light seeping through the lattice of herded trees fell distinctly on a woman. Like a siren, she had him captivated. His shoulder caved against the mahogany bark of a nearby tree, his eyes sailing down her figure without shame. Unblinking, they traveled down her hair crowned with antlers, streaking down her locks so lavishly green they nearly glowed. His eyebrow flew up suddenly at her clothing choice. Hardly anyone, even a wench on the streets strayed from such attire choices. But, it wasn't as if he minded. The more, the merrier as he'd put it. Her bronze-like golden skin was met a waist of elk and he became decisive that she had to be sort of gifted individual.
Regardless, his mouth opened and he purred, "Well, well look what we 'ave here. Aren't ye a pretty lass?"
The Captain exhaled a breath to light-heartedly laugh, his fingers easing their grip on the hat of faux leather quartered in his hands.
No treasure chest of his dreams could come close to the profit and richness of this haven. Even a cave of jewels mended with rubies, sapphires, and gold was no match against the earthly beauty the garden upheld. The smells were romantic-the honey almost tastable to the tongue. And the garden had voice-crooning squawks and wings flocked above him, green foliage interspersed with fruitful colors called out to be brushed against, and the sprites tickled the lobe of his ear as they danced away in their play.
The pirate advanced forward with the amble of an enthusiastic rabbit, his footwork careened with a light flounce. He paraded over the enlarged roots, pushing thick leaves out of his way as he went. His raw-umber irises were continuously stricken by an overwhelming desire, a need to take. They zoned left to right with the speed of lightning, unable to comprehend what to take. To the berries shaped of hearts, to the flowers resembling tiny bells, almost everything caught his fancy.
Take those red ones. No, the blue!
Ah-those purple ones look rather magical...
Only several feet down the length of walking, it wasn't something that had his eyes spell-bound. No, it was rather someone. The dappled light seeping through the lattice of herded trees fell distinctly on a woman. Like a siren, she had him captivated. His shoulder caved against the mahogany bark of a nearby tree, his eyes sailing down her figure without shame. Unblinking, they traveled down her hair crowned with antlers, streaking down her locks so lavishly green they nearly glowed. His eyebrow flew up suddenly at her clothing choice. Hardly anyone, even a wench on the streets strayed from such attire choices. But, it wasn't as if he minded. The more, the merrier as he'd put it. Her bronze-like golden skin was met a waist of elk and he became decisive that she had to be sort of gifted individual.
Regardless, his mouth opened and he purred, "Well, well look what we 'ave here. Aren't ye a pretty lass?"
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