Entering the Forest

Boldly forging ahead, you march confidently into the towering forest before you, taking stock of your belonging as you do.

You have the essentials packed neatly away in a backpack your lug across your back; items such as rations, two water skins, extra clothes, a sleeping bag, and even a small tent and various other sundry. Of course at your side you carry your trusty spellbook, a fair tome that holds the combined knowledge of your near decade of research and study into magic. With it, you can cast a modest variety of spells. Thought no master, you were able to solidly grasp up to 3rd-tier magic, though such high-level spells do take their toll on you. You have done independent research into higher-tier magic, but to no consistent result as of yet. A fact that presents yet another reason for your coming to the Great Forest in search of opportunity.

Upon your person you wear a practical set of robes, lightly enchanted to help wick moisture for effectively and prevent minor tears. By no means high-end, but certainly a reasonable choice for delving into a forest. Strapped to your hip opposite your spellbook rests a dagger, a simple knife one of your instructors at the academy insisted was essential for any magic practitioner to carry, in the event their spells should fail them.

With your bearings made, you continue forward with earnest, with your path into the forest being gradually obscured behind you as you make your way in.