Day 1 Morning

[Clownpiece]

Having a giant hole open up in the ground beneath him, under normal circumstances, would have thrown Somerled for a loop. Of course, since that’s how basically everyone seemed to operate here in this shithole of trials and tribulations, that little flair no longer surprised him. It didn’t make him any more prepared, however, and just like what happened every other time he was randomly teleported around, his back was thrown against the ground and the breath forced from his lungs.

There, in the middle of a seemingly untouched forest, the monster lay. For the few moments he decided to remain there, catching his breath, he listened to the gentle rustling of the leaves swaying around in the canopy above. The sounds of the light wind punctuated by the brief songs of birds and other small fuzzy creatures.

“Let’s see here...” Somerled mumbled to himself, not yet having the motivation to get up. Around him, massive brown trunks jutted magnificently into the sky above, topped with thick green leaves that all but blotted out the sky. Mumbling incoherently to himself, the weather spirit slowly rolled onto his stomach and wrapped his hand around a rolled-up rope of brown something or other. Forests provided the perfect cover for apparitions stalking the night. With the right ambiance, they were downright spooky. Of course, the leafy monoliths that tended to make up said forests also just loved to block absolute destructive wind and hail. These trees obviously hadn’t seen a tornado in centuries, and now with their monopoly over the space here, they likely wouldn’t for a long time.

“Welp,” the monster said rather abruptly, pushing himself to his feet with the same suddenness. “Can’t get an exact read here.” He lazily spun around, studying the general area he had landed in. Reading the weather was difficult when there was no weather to read. The stagnant forest air only muttered useless events to him. He knew it was warm, he knew it was fairly humid, the wind was just right. There were no whisperings of tumultuous currents, colliding masses, none of those events which were most fun to read.

“Alright, my worryingly silent other half,” he spoke, refusing to temper his voice. If someone happened to overhear him, it was their problem, not his. “I’ll try not to fuck this up for us.”

Casting his gaze downwards, Somerled allowed his new-found weapon to unfurl. With most of its impressive length coming to a rest on the ground, the monster’s mouth turned up in a cruel grin. This weapon, being a good few feet longer than he was tall, would be an instrument of absolute pain when coupled with his monstrous strength. Upon giving an experimental crack, a familiar, inspiring tune began emanating out of nowhere. “Oh fuck the hell yes!” His already-toothy grin only grew wider. This weapon would be absolutely perfect for some motivated ass-kicking. After quickly rolling it back up, the music mysteriously fading away, he strapped the weapon to his hip, where he’d be able to whip it out at a moment’s notice. Chuckling at himself, the spirit spun in a random direction and began walking. With essentially no notable landmarks around save for the overabundance of trees, the only real way to make any progress, or so Somerled thought, would be to pick a direction and start walking.

“I’m sure you’ve seen what I’ve seen,” the forest floor crunched beneath his shoes. “The relic that Teucer will give away...” he trailed off, brushing aside the thick undergrowth in an attempt to keep his footing. “We could be one person again.” After climbing onto a massive fallen tree in his path, the monster came to a halt, and gave a quick look behind him. As expected, it was as unremarkable as the path in every other direction. There was nearly no indication that he had come this way, unless one happened to be very skilled at tracking. Which meant that if he were to get doubled around somehow in his traipsing about, he wouldn’t know.

Giving a half-hearted sigh, Somerled hopped back down off the felled trunk, and continued in the direction he had chosen. It wasn’t something he probably had to worry about, unless this forest was much more massive than originally anticipated, but it was still slightly annoying. Endless greenery as far as the eye could see, which wasn’t very far at all, and no way to tell you hadn’t just crossed your path. If night were to fall and the scenery still hadn’t changed, then he’d start marking his path or something. Until then, he’d just walk.