On waking I noticed an unplesant sickly sweet odour to the air rising quickly I took flight across the forest following the trail. Stopping at the tall stones to check the sent I charged on. On arriving at the Great Fir I witnissed a fearful sight. The dark and rotting form of Baal The Bloody was awake and reaking havock. It seemed that a fawn and a stag had cast small amounts of forest magic on this creature awakening it in a foul temper. I felt pity for all of them. I took defensive action placing myself between the mad beast and the trembling fawn dodging blows from the cracked bone antlers as they slashed at my frame. The stag had vanished and then reapeared casting another spell. It seemed to be trying to draw the monster away, but it only seemed to enrage it more. I felt my anger orise what gave this brute the righ to be like this I roared and roared as my blood rose. It seemed to back down.
