Forestwatch

Wandering through the Ithimas
And what do I see?
A path, battered gate
It calls out to me

I take a few steps
And woe, what a trip
I fall and I fall
Devoured by pit

I land in the goo
A big pile of slime
Whats that in the dark?
Oh horrors of mine

The slugbeast! It's here!
I should have forseen
Heard only in tales
From the Dryad Queen

It moves ever closer
It opens its gape
I wish I had listened
I want to escape!

It's in front to me now
The battle now starts
The fear in my eyes
All caution departs

The loki hits home
Eat bloodroot and kelp
I've done it! I killed it!
Without any help!

I head out with confidence
Dont stop to look 'round
I dont see them following
Not one to be found

The buckawns encircle
Swords, dirks, royal pikes
Evil grins on their faces
There will be blood spilt tonight

I barely escaped
I'm still not sure how
Perhaps for this reason
To tell you this now

If you find yourself in forests
The Ithima, north
Steer clear the battered gate
For death it spews forth

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Mayan, in the year 384 AF.