Setting
South of the main city is the great old forest, allowed to flourish as a preservation. It is filled with the untamed Aethera. Nature rules here, both beautiful and terrifying. Tourists adore the longbear, large ferret-like animals with long bodies, long tails, but stubby legs.
The name derives from the trees being so massive that in the depths it is like eternal night.
The name derives from the trees being so massive that in the depths it is like eternal night.
Nocturne Woodlands
South of the main city is the great old forest, allowed to flourish as a preservation. It is filled with the untamed Aethera. Nature rules here, both beautiful and terrifying.
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Nocturne Woodlands is a part of 
Elisonia Nexus.
Making his way cautiously back to the tent, Paul instinctively clutched his service pistol as he crept steadily through the underbrush. With any luck, the water he collected would last him a week or so. It'll hardly taste like Elisonia's finest, but it'll keep him alive, and that's the important part.
The damp, lingering stench of upturned moss entangled itself in Paul's respirator - Something wasn't right.
Focusing his gaze on the surrounding treeline, Paul raised his pistol as his eyes met with a figure to the rear of his tent.
While somewhat shrouded by the natural darkness of the forest, it was evident this figure was unaccustomed to this habitat - or perhaps they were simply unaware of the fact they SHOULD be hiding.
A series of loud cracks erupted from Paul's pistol as he took aim and fired upon this trespasser; each round finding their mark.
With three shots, the figure dropped. Carefully moving forwards, pistol still raised, Paul looked upon his prey with disgust.
This wasn't corp, or military. Nor was it civilian. Peering stoically at the wounded figure, this dawned on Paul.
This creature was unlike anything Paul had seen before - a lanky humanoid with a deep purple hue to its scaly flesh, sickeningly thin limbs and large, claw-like hands. It's face resembled that of a longbear, only with seven eyes on either side of its face, and an extended snout which was more akin to a trunk than anything else. The fangs were the most alarming feature, sending a chill down Paul's spine as he gazed upon them. They were slick, keen, and tinged with a deep crimson.
This... thing... had been feeding.
It was fortunate that Paul spotted this one before it had spotted him. If its characteristics were anything to go by, this creature was forged with one purpose - to kill. Crouching beside it, Paul examined the heavy ballistic wounds he had inflicted as he sighed.
Leveling the pistol at the creature's head, Paul took one final shot as he planned his next move. This had changed everything.
Perhaps it was time to retreat to the Elisonian Outskirts.
The damp, lingering stench of upturned moss entangled itself in Paul's respirator - Something wasn't right.
Focusing his gaze on the surrounding treeline, Paul raised his pistol as his eyes met with a figure to the rear of his tent.
While somewhat shrouded by the natural darkness of the forest, it was evident this figure was unaccustomed to this habitat - or perhaps they were simply unaware of the fact they SHOULD be hiding.
A series of loud cracks erupted from Paul's pistol as he took aim and fired upon this trespasser; each round finding their mark.
With three shots, the figure dropped. Carefully moving forwards, pistol still raised, Paul looked upon his prey with disgust.
This wasn't corp, or military. Nor was it civilian. Peering stoically at the wounded figure, this dawned on Paul.
This creature was unlike anything Paul had seen before - a lanky humanoid with a deep purple hue to its scaly flesh, sickeningly thin limbs and large, claw-like hands. It's face resembled that of a longbear, only with seven eyes on either side of its face, and an extended snout which was more akin to a trunk than anything else. The fangs were the most alarming feature, sending a chill down Paul's spine as he gazed upon them. They were slick, keen, and tinged with a deep crimson.
This... thing... had been feeding.
It was fortunate that Paul spotted this one before it had spotted him. If its characteristics were anything to go by, this creature was forged with one purpose - to kill. Crouching beside it, Paul examined the heavy ballistic wounds he had inflicted as he sighed.
Leveling the pistol at the creature's head, Paul took one final shot as he planned his next move. This had changed everything.
Perhaps it was time to retreat to the Elisonian Outskirts.
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