++Forest of Eagles++

The wind whipped through the mighty cedars pushing some limbs just to the point of breaking with a frighteningly audible crack. Arvid glanced up to the canopy in response and determining there was no threat went on her way. "That smell..." she muttered trying to be as quiet as possible on the gritty dirt road that was becoming littered with debris from the winds. "Cedarwood always brings me back home...just can't get away i guess" stated Arvid putting her head down and trudging towards the tavern. "No, you certainly cannot" boomed a voice from deep in the woods spooking a convocation of eagles that had taken up camp nearby, feathers flying around the air in whirlwind fashion as one single eagles feather snagged into Arvids hair. Her heart pounded and her mind raced, "How could he have found me?" she thought. "I was so careful...there's no way!" "Look, i didn't know that was yours, I thought it was the other guys...you know, the weak one" pleaded Arvid. "You won't get away this time, no one steals from me and lives" said the mysterious stranger as he calmly and steadily continued his approach, his voice dripping with venom and hatred. The wind threw the sound of the footsteps so that to Arvid it sounded like he was coming at her from behind then all the sudden to the right, then the left. "That was my HAM!!" screamed the derelict as he lunged at Arvid, halbred in hand. She quickly dodged the first attack noticing the creatures leathery green skin and yellow eyes, the sharp rotted teeth like stalagtites. In pure panic Arvid started running towards the only place she knew in this forest, The Tavern. At least thats what she always called it. Flashing past the clearing in the forest she made it to a thicket of trees. "runnings pointless...I'll get you sooner or later." huffed the man as he kept in perfect step chasing Arvid. Entering the thicket the air seemed different, fresher and a little lighter. Just as Arvid was feeling a little relief her foot got caught on a massive root that had grown up out of the ground creating a noose for her foot. Smashing to the ground Arvid knew this was the end, she didn't have enough time to collect herself and get going, this was it. She turned her head back, still on her belly in the dirt, just in time to see the wind topple a towering cedar down on top of her attacker completely covering his entire body. Arvid was always lucky in life but this was beyond anything experienced before. Pushing herself up from the dirt she noticed the eagles feather had dropped from her hair when she fell, being the superstitious type she popped the feather back in her hair as this was obviously a lucky feather. Dusting herself off Arvid made her way to The Tavern, ruminating about what just happened and how she might tell this story to others at The Tavern over a pint.

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