Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170829080349/@comment-27070860-20170913184816

Green continued walking on, his swords hanging loosely around his waist as he pushed his way through the jungle.

The trees loomed highly above him, like giants watching over the tiny kangaroo.

He threw away his map long ago- seeing as nobody had fully mapped the endless maze of trees, Green would have to deal with finding the heart of it on his own.

The kangaroo had a notebook pulled out, pencil rushing againced the pages, mapping everything around him.

The compass- as they should mention -started turning in circles, pointing in different directions every few seconds. Useless.

The forest seemed to be a mine for all sorts of minerals- which the kangaroo had no interest in. He was surprised there were no treasure hunters or merchants who would have destroyed and stripped the forest of its riches long ago.

The kangaroo was going at a steady pace- find a land mark of some sort (such as that weird snake statue from before, or those ancient trees with markings the kangaroo didn't even bother reading), draw it in their notebook and continue mapping the area around them.

The kangaroo was almost done with sketching the mysterious trees, before the rock they settled themselves on suddenly started moving.