The people freer
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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This place is called the Black Forest for a reason. It's name is suiting everything here reeks of rotten mold. By late afternoon, the sun no longer shines through the mossy tree tops. It feels like night comes again as soon as it's left and with the night comes the forests, creatures prepared with their unstated appetite for anything with a heartbeat. It's terrifying. The hero here's yips of hyena like animals in the distance and low guttural rumblings much nearer, suggesting something massive is approaching. The hero takes in a sharp drawn breath of momentary fear, followed by an exhale of battle preparation. Mm A massive beast shows itself its final footstep land so heavily that it causes the ground to shake like a centralized earthquake. Ha ha, mm, mm I didn't come this far to fall to the fate of this cursed forest. The hero swiftly begins to scale a nearby tree to gain a better vantage point over the forest, ogre. Oh, uh huh, Uh huh Oh, mm. Now, up high, the hero can see a familiar medallion around the neck of the forest. Over the cursed medallion of to who The hero and ogre lock eyes. The hero sees something in the soul of the yogurt that feels as familiar as the medallion, old friend, I have freed our people and I will for you, too.