[IC] The Old Sycamore

[DM Dougfan]

The Old Sycamore.  A landmark and true wonder of the Stolen Lands, this tree has withstood the tests of time and weather as it has grown over the ages, unimpeded by the steady advancement of society.  Easily hundreds of feet tall and as wide as a tower, the old tree has somehow withstood gusts of wind that would have felled other trees of its size over time.

Recently, the tree has become the home of a nest of mites and their pets.  The rotten smell having drawn them in over time as surely as a moth to the flame.  But this flame did not singe them, and instead has given them a stable home and foothold in the Kamelands.

And it is this tree which the group finds itself slowly working towards.  A Silent Image of a wounded veteran slowly limps its way towards the singular bole that looks as though it would fit a caravan.  Suddenly, a tiny bolt arcs its way through the air, wobbling a little (it's not very sturdily-made) and impacts the ground some feet from the feet of the Silent Image.  Andra, closer than the others to the tree, thinks she hears the accompaniment of hideous giggles coming from inside.

[[Happy Holidays!  Apologies for taking so long to get this going.  If you are still interested, I'm ready to resume the game.]]