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You are in the Mirrorwood when you smell it: the scent of blood. Wolven blood. It draws your attention. There should be no reason for wolven blood to be spilled within the territory. Curiosity, worry, concern - whatever it is, something propels you forward to follow the trail.

It leads to the oak. The bark reeks of it, but as you get closer, picking a path through the winding roots, you cannot see any blood. None, anywhere at all. But the smell… the smell is overwhelming.

As you reach the trunk, it makes your stomach turn. You close your eyes tightly for a moment, and only then do you see it, as though burned onto the back of your lids.

Blood. Everywhere. Over every root and branch.

“Find us,” Whispers a voice.

When you open your eyes, the oak stands tall, silent as ever, and the stench has gone

Description

You are in the Mirrorwood when you smell it: the scent of blood. Wolven blood. It draws your attention. There should be no reason for wolven blood to be spilled within the territory. Curiosity, worry, concern - whatever it is, something propels you forward to follow the trail.

It leads to the oak. The bark reeks of it, but as you get closer, picking a path through the winding roots, you cannot see any blood. None, anywhere at all. But the smell… the smell is overwhelming.

As you reach the trunk, it makes your stomach turn. You close your eyes tightly for a moment, and only then do you see it, as though burned onto the back of your lids.

Blood. Everywhere. Over every root and branch.

“Find us,” Whispers a voice.

When you open your eyes, the oak stands tall, silent as ever, and the stench has gone