((OOC: I don't know if you guys are going to do this or not, so I'll start.))
James Litivik ducked under a bush, quickly and quietly. He had to be careful to not get caught for these woods were full of Guards. All he needed to do was get to the Fort of Fate to report.
Why was scouting so difficult? he wondered as he peered out from underneath the bush. No one in sight. He rolled out and went behind a tree, then began to shimmy up. A couple of minutes later, he was at the top, scanning the entire forest. He spotted the next landmark: A couple of taller trees right next to each other. He leaped from tree to tree, trying to be as silent as possible. He occasionally made the leaves rustle, but he was lucky. The wind was also blowing, making the trees move.
There was one scary moment where he lost his footing as he landed and nearly fell off the branch. Quickly, he climbed back up, panting from the fear. "That was close," he murmured to himself.
He looked out to the sky and saw the landmark only a couple hundred feet away. He was almost there. He dropped out of the tree and rushed through the forest and reaching the landmark, climbing the tree as fast as possible. Luckily, no one saw him. Now, he climbed to the top and looked over the land once again.
Harlemtown could be seen to his right, a couple of the Guard guarding the only opening in the wooden wall. He now looked to his left. A few hundred yards away, another raised tree stood alone. He didn't see a blue flag. It was safe to get there. He climbed down the tree and hurried in that direction.
At last he arrived. He scaled the tree and slid down the opening at the top of the tree. As wind blew past, the child part of him took over and he enjoyed the ride. He would scream in happiness if this wasn't a time to do so. He landed on his feet on the other side of the tube. He knew he was underground. He walked into the main room of their underground Fort of Fate. "I'm back guys!" he called out, waiting for whoever to come to him and greet him.