The sun rises in the distance, cascading brilliant pinks and oranges across the lush

tree tops blanketing the eastern de haven coast. The meek and curious red-eyed tree frogs are emerging from their

dens, eager to bane the morning's light to warm their cool bites. This is not an unusual

morning for the deepest parts of the coastal forest, a place far away from politics greed and corruption that permeates much to heaven.

This place is a sanctuary for nature and those who dwell in it, a protected and magical land as old as Branus itself.

This is the Everglow. Oh, The eastern forest of Derheaven is as mysterious as it is vast, covering over 1,000 square miles of its eastern territory.

At its heart lies Evergrove, a small grouping of ancient

magic that many scholars have tried and failed to study for hundreds of years.

Rumors swirl of a civilization existing inside the evergrove,

bound to protect and honor the land. But none brave enough, or

foolhardy enough, to breach its interiors have ever been heard from again. They say only those born into the tribe of wielded

protectors can navigate its labyrinthian paths, gain entry, and that...

Come lad, we have to run! I can't. Now boy. Oh my, uh, it appears we've

stumbled into a bit of a ruckus involving in the adult gnome and they swallow

companion. They are being chased by some unknown creature or creatures.

How exciting indeed to see any humanoids at all of this far outside Swindho!

Let's follow them and see what would be some making their pursuit. Could it be a pack of

wild boars, angered by an attempt to kill? Or perhaps a group of Ferro Worg, who have been known

to make residents in the hills to the north.

Oh dearest mother above, is are no ordinary worg or boars.

This is a band of them.

After them. Aarks.

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