Equipped with a dull copper sword and a small wooden shield, you weren't all too confident in your ability to brave the wilderness, much less defeat the Monster Queen. As a former priestess, you felt more inclined to take the intellectual, as opposed to the military, route. Unfortunately, any books and writings that could have assisted you in your journey had burned down with the temple. If you truly wanted to learn more about the monster girl empire, there was only one place left to go: the Oracle of Moorwynne.
You had visited the Oracle once before. But that had been many years ago, long before the monster girls started roaming the eastern paths. You left for the shore at early hours of sunrise, hoping to arrive at the nearest town to your destination before nightfall. Throughout the day, the roads remain completely deserted, the constant chirping of the birds the only thing keeping you company. However, as you drew closer and closer to the sea, you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. You had a sense that your quest wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows for much longer...
Your fears were soon confirmed, as you reached the top of a tall hill and the grey waters of the Trovahl River suddenly emerged over the horizon, no more than a two or three hundred yards away. Connecting the two banks, there was a long stone bridge. And sitting on your end of the path was a giant female troll, sound asleep and making the earth shake with her loud snores. But worst of everything, even all the way up the hill, you could smell her horrible foot stench, carried away in the wind!
The smell was unmistakably disgusting, and quickly had you looking every which way for an alternative, less gut-wrenching, path. Unfortunately, you knew quite well the Trovahl went on for miles in either direction, and crossing it there was the only way to reach Moorwynne before sunset. The only real option to going over the bridge was to swim across. And granted, the waters were fairly calm and safe in that stretch of the river. You could probably reach the other bank in a few minutes, in fact. But that part of Trovahl was also known for... sinister, reasons. It was long rumoured to be home of twisted mermaids, hiding in the undercurrent, ready to prey on hapless swimmers...
You weren't really looking forward to testing the validity of those rumours, and more than a bit hesitant to take to the dark green waters. On the other hand, just a couple more whiffs of the she-troll's distant foot fumes almost made you feel like you would be better off swimming with the mermaids. Whatever the case, you had to make your mind up fast. The sun wouldn't stop for you and, if anything, you were pretty damn sure you didn't want to spend the night in the wilds.
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