This is the thread we'll be using. Feel free to make the first post.

A gentle rain fell that day, filtering down in an irregular pattern, catching on the leaves, and branches of the trees in the forest. As Swift crept along the underbrush she couldn’t help but note how ‘wrong’ the forest felt. The friendly chatter of birds was strangely absent; the moisture from the rainfall caused a smokey fog to cling to the ground and at times, her feet. Tugging lightly at her dark hair, pulling it from where it had caught on her quiver, Swift watched silently as a group of travellers moved through the forest.

Swift was working border control for the Tildarrium Kingdom with her partner whom she couldn’t catch sight of at the moment. It was an age of war, and dark things were brewing. The country was scared, and rightly so, dragons catching Claw Rot in the Central Valley, Nadirin beast-folk war parties bearing down from the north, and a slew of refugees escaping famine and political unrest from the neighboring country to the south. Swift had received intelligence three moons ago that mercenaries were sneaking into the country, having followed lead after dead lead she had found herself here, in the Southern Tildarrium Forests. From what she could gather this group was sneaking into the country.

This particular group, to an untrained eye looked like normal haggard folk, downtrodden by a hard life and little food. Swift wasn’t known to be one of the greatest trackers in the Tildarrium Elite for nothing. She picked up the care with which they stepped, the experienced roving of their eyes, the subtle movements of their muscles that had been trained and hardened from combat. Picking up her bow that she had set down beside her Swift reached for her arrows, she’d take out the leader first.

“Swift Sparrow the second!” she heard a deep authoritative voice say right as she was thrown, “Stop daydreaming and go into the forest to pick up the catch for the hunter’s camp! I told you to go and do it hours ago and you’re here playing in the bushes. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on in your head.” The voice faded with angry footfalls. Swift sighed and stood, at sixteen summers she was a little too short and pudgy to be a warrior.

'No one gets it', Swift thought to herself, 'I’m going to be in the Tildarrium Elite force one day with the best of the Elven and Human fighters! They are going to regret putting me on stupid meat pick up duty...' She kicked a sign-post on her way into the forest, Kirriwood, glaring at the sign she muttered, “Stupid little nowhere village.” Kirriwood was located on the eastern border of Tildarrium, the only thing located there was an ancient forest where the scariest thing there was an old cranky stag the people had named Ser Charge. Reaching under a bush on the outskirts of the forest Swift pulled out her bow and arrows letting out a large sigh, deciding that she would at least try to enjoy her Stroll through the forest.


[much more me, I think I'm happy with this one. Sorry it took so long! I'll pm you the previous one so you can compare.]