After the shipwreck, we found ourselves in the Grey Forest. Where we found temporary shelter among the wood elves. But there was something wrong with the forest, the humans lived together with the forest elves, and there was tension in the air.
The druids told of the pain of the forest, how the elves had sold it to the humans, and the humans had unknowingly begun to gnaw at its flesh with their axes. The druids couldn't let that go and tried to influence the elves. But talking was pointless. But the druids also turned to frightening bloody rituals, nurturing a new sacred tree and changing themselves.
It was time to choose.
My instincts have always told me right and saved my life more than once, but should I listen to them now? Elves and humans might make good allies in the future... But one could not leave the forest without defenders.
One night the elven nobles were poisoned, their king only miraculously able to escape, but it was a trigger calling for action.
The Scarlet Forest began to sprawl, taking over the forest, changing it and the animals that lived in it and the forest itself became a weapon and the beasts an army. The druids were outnumbered and the beasts did not know the tactics of formation when the humans came to the aid of the elves and began to fight the infestation together. But we fought in our land, heard her voice and cried out to her mother for strength to defeat their armies.
Each changed and fought side by side with brothers and beasts, hiding in the shadows of the crowns and suddenly attacking. Time after time, pushing the elves back toward their city.
Pushing through the woods, leading the wild pack, howling with fear at their enemies, they ran forward to taste blood on their fangs. To kill one so that the others can run. You have chosen to shed blood, we have only accepted the challenge, but let you run. Run and do not return.