azdromoth Verdant Ascent.

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Draconic Odyssey.



’’Go on now, You’ve much to do.” Spoke the Nephilim that the draconic whelp had come to see as his mentor and father figure.

Wilfriche nodded towards Ut’torvioth in a respectful manner before giving his mentor a final bow.

’’I shall go now, then.” Said the draconic whelp towards his master Ut’torvioth.





Day 1: "Canopy Refuge"

The jungle in the eastern mountains greeted Wilfriche Sigismund with a symphony of unfamiliar sounds and an impenetrable green canopy. Anxiety clung to him like the humidity in the air. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, sent shivers down his spine.

A small monkey swung towards the draconic whelp with curiosity out of the treeline.

“Ah!” Wilfriche yelped out in fear, swinging the machete he had brought towards the small creature which had easily dodged his attack.

A few heavy breaths escaped the herald.

“J-just a monkey..”

Desperate to escape the imagined eyes watching him, Wilfriche hastily ascended the highest tree he could find.

With a trembling hand, he rigged a shelter high in the tallest jungle tree, his eyes darting nervously at every shadow below as he ascended higher then he ever had.

The night, filled with mysterious noises, dragged on as Wilfriche clung to his makeshift perch, haunted by the unseen creatures that lurked in the darkness.




 

Day 2: "Wild Harvest"

As dawn broke, Wilfriche descended cautiously from his arboreal refuge. The jungle, once a source of terror, now became a realm of potential sustenance.

He cautiously foraged for edible plants, hesitant at every snap of a twig or distant roar. The encounter with various animals tested his resolve; he hesitated at the idea of hunting but knew that survival demanded it.

With a mixture of fear and determination, he managed to secure enough food to sustain him for the journey ahead.

Suddenly, a terrifying sight caught the eyes of the paranoid Herald, a large tiger approaching him.
As the two sized each other up, the draconic whelp unsheathed his mundane longsword.

They stared each other down as the Herald leaked ash and soot from his mouth, his eyes flaring up with flames.

“Yol Zahkrii.” Wilfriche uttered as the edge of his blade turned into black dracanium which then promptly ignited. For ten grueling seconds the staredown lasted, but then the tiger backed down and retreated.

Wilfriche let out a sigh of relief.

Midday brought the discovery of a crystal-clear river, a lifeline in the dense wilderness.
Wilfriche, with newfound confidence, filled his canteen and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the surroundings. The cool water revitalized him, washing away the lingering traces of fear.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Wilfriche returned to his secure place to rest, appreciating the fact that he was adapting to the challenges of the jungle.




 

Day 3: "The Tranquil Summit"

By the third day, Wilfriche had transformed from a scared intruder to a resilient survivor. The once intimidating jungle now felt like a familiar companion.
As he ascended higher, the climate changed, the air thinning and growing cooler. Amid the dense foliage, he found a serene spot to sit and meditate, reflecting on the journey so far.

In the solitude of the jungle, Wilfriche pondered the holy day of Bithe'Vah, finding solace in the rituals of meditation. The rustling leaves and distant calls of wildlife became a backdrop to his introspection.
The fear that had gripped him on the first day had given way to a deep connection with the natural world.
As he closed his eyes, feeling the energy of the jungle around him, Wilfriche embraced the challenge, finding strength in both the physical and spiritual aspects of his journey. The once daunting eastern mountain jungle had become a sacred place, and Wilfriche Sigismund had become a part of its untamed beauty.

After taking one final gaze at the sun in the sky he let out a proud sigh before beginning the walk back towards Tor’Praeth.

 

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