Day 04 - Rotting Pines

I'll spare you my complaints about my soreness.

We successfully identified a trail of fallen trees, unmistakably victimized by a set of devastatingly large claws—thicker than the trees themselves, a fact that both Cattail and I found astonishing. It became apparent to us that this Warhammer individual might very well challenge the height of Ankh's renowned monarch, known for being... substantial, for lack of a better term.

We trekked for miles through the forest until it started getting late once again. Along the way, we encountered some locals, most of whom avoided acknowledging our presence. One individual, however, recognizing our purpose, cautioned us that we were likely to encounter other traveling parties of wild district monsters in search of Warhammer—supposedly, his partners. Through this encounter, we learned that Warhammer was highly esteemed and had a substantial lineage of descendants in Outer Ring.

They also warned us that certain monsters tracking Warhammer might pose a serious threat to us—the stranger referred to them as "false kings." They advised us that when one of these monsters were nearby, we would sense it, and should trust in our feelings.

When evening fell, Cattail and I sat by the firelight in the clearing of a cliff face, engaging in a conversation about life. Cattail shared that he had his child through the traditional method, using a spawning stone in Outer Ring. However, he hadn't considered the absence of a machine to determine the child's gender.