It was a cold, breezy evening on the southern coast of the lands of elevation. The sea tossed and turned and waves violently lashed against the mycelium covered shores surrounding the Black Light. The chimneys of the nearby city, Black Summit spewed billowing plumes of smoke into the already darkened skies and the lingering presence of Libila hung over the land, sustaining a harsh, inhospitable taint. What had once been dense, black forests covering the steep descent to the coastline was now a barren plain, only the stumps of dead pine trees and the occasional shrub remained. The reason for this lifeless scenario was quite apparent - three small specks could be identified, the only signs of life continuing to exist on this still desolace. Upon closer inspection, it could be determined that the 'specks' were in fact three lumberjacks, hailing from the nearby Black Summit. The lumberjacks were strong, exceptionally handsome men, discernible even at a distance, and they went by the names of Oinkpoink, Touchmee and Moonpoppy. Visitors or passersby were not common or expected in this man-made wasteland. It was considered by the lumberjacks to be a solitary place, where they may hone their skills in the trade of woodcutting, while strengthening their bodies - these were hard times, and sturdy fighters were needed to bolster the ranks of Libila's armies. However, as Touchmee readied his finely forged hatchet to take a powerful swing at a nearby shrub, a loud voice echoed across the plain. "Hey, Touchmee" Touchmee paused, stopping his swing and steadying himself. He had been caught off guard by the strange traveler and irritably turned, hatchet in hand, to face the man, who's figure seemed to block the dying rays of sunlight, creating a shadowy silhouette further up the hill. The light made it impossible to identify the man through sight, however Touchmee recognised the voice to be that of the young traveler, Dbendy. After a brief pause, Dbendy asked "Seen any Bears?" Touchmee thought for a short moment. The recent deforestation of the coast had driven the bears east and westward, most had likely fled towards the tundra and would be far from here by now, even still - the chance of sighting one of the fierce creatures so near the city was small... their pelts were prized amongst the hunters of Black Summit. It was questionable however, whether the traveler was skilled, or well equipped enough to tackle such a beast. The young man seemed equipped with rusting, poor quality chainmail, likely forged by one of the lesser smiths of the city. However, Touchmee decided he would not question the young aspiring hunter as not to offend him, merely responding with "Nah" Dbendy said nothing for a moment and simply sat on his horse, pondering his options. However after a brief pause he cheerfully shouted back "Ok, Thanks' The young traveler then rode off into the sunset, probably in search of the bears he desired so greatly. The lumberjacks discussed the situation amongst themselves... would the hunter have any luck in his quest, or would he ride for days, until his horse was weary, encountering nothing but rats and wolves? The men did not know, but silently wished Dbendy luck in his travels, saying a short prayer to Libila, asking that the lands of the dead not take Dbendy should he encounter danger in his travels, as he - the youthful bear hunter - had a great search ahead of him.
