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	“That wasn’t my tree,” She said, “But you’re about to wish it was.		“That wasn’t my tree,” She said, “But you’re about to wish it was.

			The fighter cleaved right into the first hobgoblin and followed through with her swing into the other. In one fell swing; Gib and his friend was a bloody heap on the ground. The original hobgoblin that was cutting down the tree Maple was in not thirty seconds prior simply stared as his colleagues were cut down before him. All around the dryad, the rest of the hobgoblins stared on, partly in shock and partly out of being impressed. This moment of silence lasted for approximately six seconds before the rest of the hobgoblins in the area hefted their axes and began to charge at Maple.

			“Shit,” The dryad cursed under her breath, she may have been a good fighter, but a dozen Hobgoblins armed with axes against a lone dryad was not a fight in the dryad’s favor. Thankfully Maple was less alone than she gave herself credit for.

			Almost on reflex in response to the twelve angry hobgoblins, Maple used her entangle ability to call the undergrowth and grass around her into action. Once more the familiar sight of weeds and tangle stirring to life at Maple’s whim greeted her eyes and a large chunk of the goblinoid forces found themselves going from a charge to nearly tripping over as vines started entwining themselves around their legs and lower bodies. A few of them managed to break free of such bonds, and found themselves quickly surrounding the dryad.

			A dozen of them Maple knew she couldn’t handle. Four, on the other hand, didn’t seem so impossible to her. They all swung their axes in unison at the dryad. One, Maple simply sidestepped, the rest she’d leave her armor to shrug off. Regardless, three axes swung by burly goblinoids hitting in tandem is hard to simply shrug off, and Maple grunted in pain and discomfort as the force of the blows nearly caused her to buckle. Her sapling, still at her side, jostled violently, a not-insignificant amount of soil flying from the tankard in which it sat.

			Maple twisted out of the axe blows and used her momentum to bring her sword around. She quickly taught the hobgoblins a valuable lesson in showing them just how effective padded leather armor was against four feet of enchanted steel when compared to magical full-plate versus three woodsman axes. The first hobgoblin to be struck by the sword fell instantly, the second recoiled from the blow, but was still left standing, a rather gruesome, but not quite fatal gash across his chest gained from the lesson.

			The next hobgoblin went for a swing to Maple’s exposed head. Seeing the attack coming from her peripheral (something she would not have seen were she still wearing her helmet, but wouldn’t have to worry about on virtue that she’d be wearing a pretty strong helmet), she brought her great sword around and deflected the blow, countering with a diagonal slash at the shoulder. The hobgoblin screamed in pain as the sword absolutely crushed the bone and sinew attaching his arm to his body, and crumpled to a heap before the fighter, who yanked the sword from the shoulder and watched, satisfied, as the beast fell.

			The satisfaction was short lived, however, as Maple felt another blow ring right across her backside. The fourth hobgoblin who had attacked her previously and she had sidestepped had found a brief opening and exploited it, striking the dryad right at the spine. Gasping in pain and feeling the adrenaline rushing through her, she furrowed her brow in pain and retaliated, spinning right around and bringing her sword up and across. Thus, another one fell before her. She pivoted to the hobgoblin she had injured previously, who was right in the middle of lining up a shot, and brought her sword down overhead, cleaving the monster right in the skull. Blood and small chunks of grey matter splattered against the blade and onto Maple’s armor. A small bit of it splashed onto her sapling, which feared for its own and its soul mate’s life. Maple ignored it and moved onto the next of the hobgoblins.

			They proved far easier to eliminate than the first four that had come at her, mainly because they were still struggling with the weeds that held them fast, and partly because they had just seen four of their comrades fall to a single, dainty, dryad. Such a thing did not do much to bolster morale.

			Maple stormed through the area of entanglement, the undergrowth parting away as she move by, with one swing, she beheaded one goblinoid. With another swing, she did it again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

			In less than sixty seconds, one lone dryad had killed twelve hobgoblins.

			Unfortunately that was not the extent of them. A quick glance around told Maple that she was dealing with a rather large warband of hobgoblins, and the other dozen woodcutters and warriors and rushed off back into the forest, likely to alert the rest of the tribe that there was a quite fearsome dryad fighter impeding their progress of logging the forest. Maple let them run. She killed the twelve alone just to let off steam. She saw no need in pursuing the rest further, not without her friends.

			Her friends! With a horrifying realization, Maple realized that in all the fighting, she had completely lost her bearings and had no idea which direction she needed to go to in order to get back to them. With a frustrated scream, she planted her sword into the corpse of one of the hobgoblins, causing blood to spatter and seep out from the body, spilling onto the forest floor and onto her greaves. She stepped back, recoiling from the feel of the mixture of blood and dirt on her feet.

			As she listened the noise of the rest of the hobgoblins fleeing into the forest, she heard a screech from behind her. Recognizing it, she turned to see Sorin flying right toward her. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Her friends were nothing if not dedicated to finding her, if a little late to the party. Sorin flapped around her and gently landed on one of her bloodied pauldrons. The falcon tilted its head around, looking at the dryad with its scrutinizing gaze before playfully pecking at the side of her head twice. Maple was not amused when the sound of Sorin pecking at her sounded similar to the thudding noise that she heard when the hobgoblins were chopping at their trees, if a softer version of it.

			Maple brought her other arm around to shoo the falcon off of her as the sight of the rest of the party entered her version. Alec, Aerlissa, and Leah leading the pack, with Fijit and Devain trailing behind.

			“Markus!” Alec yelled, having given up on trying to differentiate between the dryad’s new name and her old one, “bloody hell. What happened here?”

			Maple looked at the corpses and back at the party, shrugging.

			Aerlissa looked with horror and sadness at the nearby fallen trees and stumps, then at the corpses. The druid quickly put two and two together and responded, “Looks like she interfered with a logging operation.”

			Alec looked down at the corpses and the axes next to them. “You took on all these hobgoblins by yourself? Are you okay?” He pried, genuinely concerned.

			“I’m fine,” Maple responded as Fijit and Devain finally caught up, both completely out of breath.

			“Your sapling looks like it would say otherwise,” Aerlissa said, pointing at the dryad’s waist where the tankard hung.

			Maple looked down, concern evident in her countenance, and groaned in horror when she saw her sapling.

			In all the violence, a stray axe swing found itself connecting with the sapling. The plant had lost one of its three leaves, and the second leaf was cut in half. The little sapling was wilting over, damaged but not entirely beyond hope.

			“Oh, that can not be good,” Maple groaned.

			“Let me see it,” Aerlissa said, “I’ll see if I can’t save it. But it is likely a bad idea to remain her for long.”

			Maple untied the tankard from her waist and handed it to the druid.

			“Agreed,” Alec responded, “Let’s head back south to town, we should probably let the guards there know that there’s hobgoblins operating three days north of them. Markus… I trust you won’t run again?”

			Maple was silent, a little ashamed by that act of immaturity. She shook her head, “let’s go.”

			Alec and Aerlissa nodded and disappeared back into the woods, going past Fijit and Devain and running back the way they came. The rogue and wizard groaned in unison, only having just caught their respective breaths. Maple chuckled and ran off after them, happy that her friends had so skillfully and expediently found her, and dashing off into the woods after them.

			FIN.

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	“Yeah, yeah. Just chop down ‘er tree and then chop ‘er down after it,” it said. The tree creaked and cracked, giving in the axes and, with one desperate scream to Maple, came crashing to the ground. Maple watched in horror, still caught off guard and distracted by the entire scene. The hobgoblins scratched their heads, confused.		“Yeah, yeah. Just chop down ‘er tree and then chop ‘er down after it,” it said. The tree creaked and cracked, giving in the axes and, with one desperate scream to Maple, came crashing to the ground. Maple watched in horror, still caught off guard and distracted by the entire scene. The hobgoblins scratched their heads, confused.

	“Hunh, she ain’t doin’ that witherin’ thing they usually do,” The first hobgoblin said, the one who was first chopping down the tree. Maple narrowed her eyes and hefted her greatsword, ~~but~~ was ~~easily disarmed by the skilled warriors. They proceeded to rape and murder her~~.		“Hunh, she ain’t doin’ that witherin’ thing they usually do,” The first hobgoblin said, the one who was first chopping down the tree. Maple narrowed her eyes and hefted her greatsword.

			“That wasn’t my tree,” She said, “But you’re about to wish it was.

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	“Yeah, yeah. Just chop down ‘er tree and then chop ‘er down after it,” it said. The tree creaked and cracked, giving in the axes and, with one desperate scream to Maple, came crashing to the ground. Maple watched in horror, still caught off guard and distracted by the entire scene. The hobgoblins scratched their heads, confused.		“Yeah, yeah. Just chop down ‘er tree and then chop ‘er down after it,” it said. The tree creaked and cracked, giving in the axes and, with one desperate scream to Maple, came crashing to the ground. Maple watched in horror, still caught off guard and distracted by the entire scene. The hobgoblins scratched their heads, confused.

	“Hunh, she ain’t doin’ that witherin’ thing they usually do,” The first hobgoblin said, the one who was first chopping down the tree. Maple narrowed her eyes and hefted her greatsword.		“Hunh, she ain’t doin’ that witherin’ thing they usually do,” The first hobgoblin said, the one who was first chopping down the tree. Maple narrowed her eyes and hefted her greatsword, but was easily disarmed by the skilled warriors. They proceeded to rape and murder her.

	~~“That wasn’t my tree,” She said, “But you’re about~~ to ~~wish it was~~.

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	~~'''Maple / A Dryad's tale by Dryadfag'''~~
			== '''Maple / A Dryad's tale by Dryadfag''' ==
	~~The fight lasted longer than it needed to.~~
			The fight lasted longer than it needed to.
	The group stood there, panting, looking over the corpse of the green dragon that lay before them. The party didn’t even enter the ruins yet and already danger presented itself. So much for a simple mission. It wasn’t a very big dragon, at least; larger than a horse, but not some gargantuan monstrosity.
			The group stood there, panting, looking over the corpse of the green dragon that lay before them. The party didn’t even enter the ruins yet and already danger presented itself. So much for a simple mission. It wasn’t a very big dragon, at least; larger than a horse, but not some gargantuan monstrosity.
	“Is everyone alright?” Alec asked. He was the de facto leader of the party, human, ranger, and master of surviving the wilderness. Dark hair, brown eyes, and chain shirt ripped apart under his tunic. His directions lead true to the ruins, but even he couldn’t anticipate a green dragon waiting at the entrance, likely getting ready to delve in for the ancient knowledge the party sought. Alec looked around. Everyone was still standing. Aerlissa, Devain, Fijit…
			“Is everyone alright?” Alec asked. He was the de facto leader of the party, human, ranger, and master of surviving the wilderness. Dark hair, brown eyes, and chain shirt ripped apart under his tunic. His directions lead true to the ruins, but even he couldn’t anticipate a green dragon waiting at the entrance, likely getting ready to delve in for the ancient knowledge the party sought. Alec looked around. Everyone was still standing. Aerlissa, Devain, Fijit…
	“Markus,” Alec saw the fighter laying on the ground, great sword next him, still and not moving. He remembered seeing him take a nasty claw swipe right across his chest, he had hoped Markus would just get back up and keep swinging. Evidently such was not the case.
			“Markus,” Alec saw the fighter laying on the ground, great sword next him, still and not moving. He remembered seeing him take a nasty claw swipe right across his chest, he had hoped Markus would just get back up and keep swinging. Evidently such was not the case.
	“Markus!” Alec called his name again, hoping the wind was just knocked out of him still, when the response didn’t come, he looked to Aerlissa, nodded quickly, and they both rushed to the fighter’s side.
			“Markus!” Alec called his name again, hoping the wind was just knocked out of him still, when the response didn’t come, he looked to Aerlissa, nodded quickly, and they both rushed to the fighter’s side.
	Aerlissa, an elven druid of fair, brass hair and piercing blue eyes placed an ear to Markus’ rent breastplate, hoping to hear a heartbeat. Alec pressed two fingers against his bloody neck, hoping to feel the same.
			Aerlissa, an elven druid of fair, brass hair and piercing blue eyes placed an ear to Markus’ rent breastplate, hoping to hear a heartbeat. Alec pressed two fingers against his bloody neck, hoping to feel the same.
	~~“Erastil’s horns, you are not dying on me today, damn you!” Alec swore through gritted teeth, “damnit! Aerlissa! Heal him!”~~
			“Erastil’s horns, you are not dying on me today, damn you!” Alec swore through gritted teeth, “damnit! Aerlissa! Heal him!”
	The elf, ever the silent one, nodded and grasped Markus’ bicep. She muttered praise to nature as a familiar soft glow enveloped her hands and spread onto the fighter. His wounds sealed, but breath did not return to the warrior’s lungs. Aerlissa looked at Alec, a shocked and crestfallen look on her face, and slowly shook her head. Leah, Aerlissa’s cougar, was watching from the background, occasionally turning her attention to licking her own wounds. In the branches above, Alec’s huntin falcon, Sorin, gazed intently at the party below.
			The elf, ever the silent one, nodded and grasped Markus’ bicep. She muttered praise to nature as a familiar soft glow enveloped her hands and spread onto the fighter. His wounds sealed, but breath did not return to the warrior’s lungs. Aerlissa looked at Alec, a shocked and crestfallen look on her face, and slowly shook her head. Leah, Aerlissa’s cougar, was watching from the background, occasionally turning her attention to licking her own wounds. In the branches above, Alec’s huntin falcon, Sorin, gazed intently at the party below.
	“He’s gone, Alec…” Devain spoke up. A Half-Elf. And by far the most talented wizard Alec ever knew. He was possessed of black hair and emerald eyes, abstaining from the traditional wizardly robe for a much more practical traveling coat and boots.
	Fijit, the rogue and a gnome, looked genuinely saddened and terrified. Markus was her best friend and drinking pal. He loved a good prank as much as she did. Tears started to form from her magenta eyes as she brushed her auburn hair from her face.		“He’s gone, Alec…” Devain spoke up. A Half-Elf. And by far the most talented wizard Alec ever knew. He was possessed of black hair and emerald eyes, abstaining from the traditional wizardly robe for a much more practical traveling coat and boots.
			Fijit, the rogue and a gnome, looked genuinely saddened and terrified. Markus was her best friend and drinking pal. He loved a good prank as much as she did. Tears started to form from her magenta eyes as she brushed her auburn hair from her face.
	~~“DAMN IT!” Alec stood rather suddenly in a fit, turning from the body, “DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!”~~
			“DAMN IT!” Alec stood rather suddenly in a fit, turning from the body, “DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!”
	~~The party was silent. Too see their normally calm and collected leader break down like this was~~
			The party was silent. Too see their normally calm and collected leader break down like this was shattering to their morale. Their adventure’s would be much more solemn from now on without Markus… unless

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