[Syliras Location] The Bronze Wood

[Gossamer]

Just outside of Syliras, the wilderness stretches almost endlessly northwards towards Taldera. While the Bronze Wood, as its called, rests on the flanks of the Colbalt Mountains stretching northward from the city of Syliras all the way to the boarder of Taldera. Considered wild by even Mizahar standards, the Bronze Wood does not contain the monstrous beasts of the northern reaches with their enormous sizes. However, it does contain a real diversity of life that fills every aspect of its width and depth. At the lower reaches, the Bronze Wood is made up of deciduous trees, some wild grown fruits like figs and olives. As it stretches up the flanks of the Cobalt Mountains, the deciduous trees turn into conifers and the colors of bronze and gold mute slowly into greens. The Bronze Wood is home to the Bronze Watchtower, a deep timeless piece of architecture left over from ages past. A shimmering shade of Ivy - like liquid bronze - grows up its side, giving the watchtower its current name. Numerous peoples call the Bronze Wood their home - hunters, gatherers, and even the few stray Kelvic. Beasts of myth and legend live in the Bronze Wood. It's a dangerous place for those to travel within untrained. It's residence are careful, and understand the risks. The Bronze Wood is one of the chief suppliers of Syliras for furs, skins, and firewood.

[Jonathon DuFraine]

Spring of 511 AV, Day 42, Early Midday.

Jonathon moved past the trees of the Bronze Woods. He was quite, as quite as he could be while still maintaining a decent pace. He wasn't really hunting, though; no bow graced his hands, no look of concentration and vigilance adorned his face, and he watched the forest with less attentiveness. But he was watchful. He had to be. For one, there was the chance that he just might find an opportunity for catching a little dinner, and for two, the woods could be dangerous. Very, dangerous.

Still, it was only a walk, and Jonathon was enjoying himself. The woods were beautiful, scenic, and full of fresh air. Jonathon loved these woods. It made him feel close to nature, both the earthly kind, and the goddess of nature herself.

Jonathon sat down on a fallen tree, the product of a storm sometime ago. He examined the confined clearing he had walked himself into, deemed nothing a threat, and let himself relax...