🍃🏹➳ She should have known better than to trust that helpless old woman, but as a ranger of the forest, Huntress’s duty was to help civillians that came to her. The woman had begged her for her help, telling her that her granddaughter had wandered off and fell into a huge hole in the mountain, but before the plant-like woman could even get out her climbing gear, the old woman revealed herself to be some sort of witch, and tossed her down the hole. It was an incredibly long drop, the half-dryad could feel that, if she did nothing, she would not make the fall alive.
Using her magic, the druid focused, and created a portal below for her to fall into. Though, instead of winding up above the mountain, she wound up at the top of some snow covered trees, and continued falling. Thankfully, a pillar of snow managed to somewhat cushion her fall to prevent her death.
When she came to, she found herself in a massive underground forest, seemingly devoid of animal life, nothing but an ominous silence rang out through the woods. Glowing crystals on the ceiling allowing herself to see. If she were not in such a dire situation, she would be admiring how such a huge forest managed to grow in such conditions.
The half-dryad attempted to stand, only to grit her teeth and sit back down. Thin treesap for blood staining her khaki pants. Taking her boot off and rolling up the pant leg, she found that her shin was broken, her wooden branch bone slightly protruding out the side. Great, just great.
