Post by TemperaryUserName on Jun 10, 2003 22:41:57 GMT -5
For days, I've been traveling over the blazing sand, and still I have had little success in my search. The weather of the outworld is not exactly to my liking. Not even in the night, will the heat take leave of the area. Humidity permeates the air I breathe, and each minute it seems thicker. The dense moisture, the warm air... it all brings back memories of the dark forest.
To most, the living forest is an organic nightmare which seems to only exist for the reason of sadistic destruction. Those who perished inside it's depths were thieves and assassins, and numerous others which I have trouble having any pity for. Like most of my missions, I didn't choose to scout in those woods. My actions corresponded with what I was told to do, and this I did willingly. Many malicious tales are told of this place, but to this day I have many mixed feelings about it.
It wasn't easy adapting to such a strange environment. I took heed to never to get too close to the grim jaws of the ominous trees. I witnessed the grotesque fate of those who neglected their distance between themselves and the horrid creatures. The greatest difficulty I endured was the task of obtaining any sleep. I developed a sense of saftey, I guess, but the moans and inhuman screams would never yield. Ironically, I didn't find much rest after leaving the undead forest. What one sacrifices for peace of mind, I will never know.
Surviving in the woods was not too difficult. Once I discovered the safest spaces of the area, I learned to use my surroundings to my advantage. Many of Kahn's soldiers were searching for scouts, and I had little trouble fending them off. I could see the fear in their eyes, and dread they contained as they glared upon the forest. I outgrew this, and I killed outside warriors without much effort. I credit much of this to the extensive training I forewent through out my time scouting that forsaken place. If I am one of the most skilled warriors amoung the realm, then I have the forest to thank for this.
In some way, I was never alone. The trees began to favor my presence, and the grunts and moans became more mild and tolerable. Every once in a while, I saw the beautiful warrior, who I am now certain is the ninja known as Jade. I kept the image of her stamped deep in my mind. Jade's appearance was always something worth thinking about. *Smoke laughs to himself* Then there was the other ninja, the one who never sleeps. I was young when I entered the forest, I was lucky never to be detected by the demonic Shadow. Noob Saibot would have shown me no mercy. It was because of stealth that the Lin Kuei sent me as a scout in that forest, and I fear what may have happened to some poor novice that could have taken my place. Saibot would have taken pleasure in killing potential threats. I have battled that demon, and I know the levels of his skill. I almost can't believe he never discovered my presence. The gods must have helped more than I could have ever seen.
Subzero always told me that I changed a great deal on my return. He sometimes says he misses the obnoxious and lighthearted aura which I had. I now understand what he means by that. Yes, I had become callous in that forest. But the skill and experience I obtained were priceless. We all pay prices in life. The one I paid in those days may not have been worth it. But my allies are worth everything, and without my growth in the living forest, I may have not been able to fight for them when I needed to. One day, I must visit my old home once more...
To most, the living forest is an organic nightmare which seems to only exist for the reason of sadistic destruction. Those who perished inside it's depths were thieves and assassins, and numerous others which I have trouble having any pity for. Like most of my missions, I didn't choose to scout in those woods. My actions corresponded with what I was told to do, and this I did willingly. Many malicious tales are told of this place, but to this day I have many mixed feelings about it.
It wasn't easy adapting to such a strange environment. I took heed to never to get too close to the grim jaws of the ominous trees. I witnessed the grotesque fate of those who neglected their distance between themselves and the horrid creatures. The greatest difficulty I endured was the task of obtaining any sleep. I developed a sense of saftey, I guess, but the moans and inhuman screams would never yield. Ironically, I didn't find much rest after leaving the undead forest. What one sacrifices for peace of mind, I will never know.
Surviving in the woods was not too difficult. Once I discovered the safest spaces of the area, I learned to use my surroundings to my advantage. Many of Kahn's soldiers were searching for scouts, and I had little trouble fending them off. I could see the fear in their eyes, and dread they contained as they glared upon the forest. I outgrew this, and I killed outside warriors without much effort. I credit much of this to the extensive training I forewent through out my time scouting that forsaken place. If I am one of the most skilled warriors amoung the realm, then I have the forest to thank for this.
In some way, I was never alone. The trees began to favor my presence, and the grunts and moans became more mild and tolerable. Every once in a while, I saw the beautiful warrior, who I am now certain is the ninja known as Jade. I kept the image of her stamped deep in my mind. Jade's appearance was always something worth thinking about. *Smoke laughs to himself* Then there was the other ninja, the one who never sleeps. I was young when I entered the forest, I was lucky never to be detected by the demonic Shadow. Noob Saibot would have shown me no mercy. It was because of stealth that the Lin Kuei sent me as a scout in that forest, and I fear what may have happened to some poor novice that could have taken my place. Saibot would have taken pleasure in killing potential threats. I have battled that demon, and I know the levels of his skill. I almost can't believe he never discovered my presence. The gods must have helped more than I could have ever seen.
Subzero always told me that I changed a great deal on my return. He sometimes says he misses the obnoxious and lighthearted aura which I had. I now understand what he means by that. Yes, I had become callous in that forest. But the skill and experience I obtained were priceless. We all pay prices in life. The one I paid in those days may not have been worth it. But my allies are worth everything, and without my growth in the living forest, I may have not been able to fight for them when I needed to. One day, I must visit my old home once more...
