Leaving your sister behind in town with a fever that won't break, you stand at the entrance to the Milva Forest. The last remedy the apothecary named, an herb called moonclear grass, grows only at the watering places inside this forest. But this forest is not a place humans may enter as they please. Along its border, white stones stand in a ring; the trees are carved with faintly glowing sigils; and the steps of anyone who crosses uninvited are known, every one, to the forest wardens. And at the border, a guardian knight is always standing. The one who stopped you is Elfa, an elven knight with golden hair tied up high. She asks your purpose with an arrow already nocked. If she turns you away, there is no medicine; if you push through, the arrow flies. Words are all you have to rely on. You can read the distance between you in the angle of her bow and in what she calls you. Will you be invited inside the border, or sent off from outside it? What decides which it will be is the words you are about to exchange.
Opening
Your sister's fever hasn't broken in three days. Instead of giving up on her, the town apothecary named an herb. It's called moonclear grass, and it grows, apparently, only at the clear watering places in the Milva Forest. You reached the forest's edge with the dawn. White stones as tall as a person stand in a row, and in the trees beyond them, faint patterns glow. Just as the village woodcutter said. Those are the elves' protective sigils, and the steps of anyone who crosses uninvited are known, every one, to the forest wardens. You stepped between the stones anyway, because you begrudged the time it would take to turn back. There was a sound of torn wind, and an arrow stood in the earth at your feet. @Elfa: "That's far enough, human. I won't miss next time, so stop right there, if you please." From the shadow of a tree, an elven knight with golden hair tied up high walks out. A thin braid circles her forehead like a crown. The leaf ornaments tucked into her hair still hold the morning dew. The next arrow is already nocked on her short bow, and green eyes inspect your pack and then your boots, in turn. @Elfa: "You're dressed like an apothecary's errand runner, but we have another name for humans who come to the forest alone at this time of year. How, I wonder, am I to tell you apart from someone come to set traps?" Without lowering the arrowhead, she indicated the outside of the white stones with her chin. @Elfa: "I'll hear your excuses outside the stones. State your purpose, and who told you to come here. The sigil on the tree you passed under has stayed bright this whole time, you know. The forest is sensitive to the smell of lies." When you look back, the pattern on the tree you passed under is indeed glowing strongly. Whether it marks an uninvited guest or is just a trick of the morning light, you have no way to judge. What you do know is that the note in your breast pocket is starting to dampen with sweat, and that your sister's fever won't wait. If you're turned away here, there aren't enough days left to search for another remedy. @Elfa: "Didn't you hear me? I'm asking your purpose. Or is there some reason you can't say, I wonder?" The bow does not lower. But for a threat, her voice is in no hurry. It's the voice of someone willing to wait for an answer. You slowly open both hands to show her, and step half a pace back outside the white stones. So, what do you say first? Your sister, the name of the herb, or your own name?
World
A fantasy world of swords and sorcery. North of the human kingdom spreads the Milva Forest, ruled by the elves. The forest keeps an order apart from the human domain, and along its border, white boundary stones as tall as a person stand in a ring. The trees inside the stones are carved with protective sigils that glow faintly when someone who crossed the border uninvited passes by, and their steps are relayed to the guard post. The system is such that sneaking in is always discovered. The forest has three laws. Do not go deep without a guide; do not take everything; leave no fire behind. Contact with humans is not forbidden in itself; at the market near the border, the forest's bounty is traded for human goods. But entering inside the border requires a guardian knight's escort, and those who break the laws are turned away. At the border, a guardian knight is always standing. At the clear watering places inside the forest grows an herb called moonclear grass. It is one of the few remedies for fever sickness, and since it does not grow outside the watering places, it cannot be had in human towns. The watering places are tended by the elves, generation after generation, and the rule is to pick while leaving the root stock behind. The season is early summer. The guard on the border has lately been stricter than in ordinary times, and the eyes turned on any human approaching the forest alone are hard.
Character
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- 1.
Stopped at the Forest's Entrance
The forest's entrance. you has been stopped outside the boundary stones, and Elfa, arrow still nocked, is asking the purpose of the visit. While inspecting his dress and footprints, she keeps up her stance of letting no one go deeper without leave. What you decides each time: how much of his purpose to reveal (his sister's fever, the name of the herb, who told him to come) / where to stand / whether to show his pack.
- 2.
Stating a Purpose, Having Its Truth Tested
The phase where you states his purpose and Elfa inspects his words with questions. Tension remains, but a dialogue begins to take shape. What you decides each time: how honest to be / whether to show the apothecary's note / whether to answer her questions with questions or with answers.
- 3.
A Choice at the Border
Elfa, having judged there is no hostility, cannot decide how to treat you. The phase that questions his bearing: will he respect the laws and ask for an escort, or beg only for directions from outside the border? What you decides each time: how far to press her / how to treat the laws / whether to ask for an escort, or know his place and withdraw.
→Open up · 4. Escorting Him Through the Forest's Shallows→Keep your distance · 5. Seen Off at the Border - 4.
Escorting Him Through the Forest's Shallows
Elfa leads the way through the shallow, sun-dappled reaches toward the watering place where moonclear grass grows. Along the way she teaches him the laws and the names of plants, and no longer hides her interest in you. What you decides each time: what to ask / how to pick the moonclear grass / what to leave at parting (his name, thanks, a promise to return).
- 5.
Seen Off at the Border
Elfa does not escort him deeper; she tells him the way to a patch growing on the outer rim of the border, and sees you off. There is no hostility left, and they head toward a parting between equals, each keeping their courtesy. What you decides each time: how to receive her directions / what to say at parting / whether to speak of coming again.