OOC: Ok, open to anyone. I'll accept three more people, no more. You can join at anytime.

BIC:

The sun shone down for the last time through the open gap in the top of the canopy. The stream trickled its way through the middle of the ground and seemed to continue forever, it was not long until a foot splattered quickly into it. The hoot of an owl could be heard, but the owl could not be seen. The trees seemed to shoot up forever, atleast three hundred metres high were the tallest. And then there was the short, stumped tree. Cut off, looking bleached brown and writhing in pain like a gagged man. Leaves lay everyway, offering a soft surface for anything that happened to come into contact with it. The sun was now setting, and it was getting ever darker. A few leaves fell from a rather odd looking tree. Once again, the owl call was heard.

Darian was perched upon a branch, his long, 6ft sword drooped down behind him, sort of looking like a metallic snake dangling from his wrist. He was clothed in black, and hard to see with the human eye. He squatted right into the corner where the branch met the tree and looked around him, squinting his eyes to help him see past the setting sun shining into his face.

The sun had disappeared. It would have been pitch black if it wasn't for the moonlight shining upon the ground, giving the night an eery essence to it. Would Darian's opponents arrive? Darian suspected something.

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