Walking through the Transian forest, you are going home from hunting. It was a good hunt and you carry a deer upon a sleigh that you've manage to make from sticks and a shirt. The sun shines through the trees and lights the path that you walk on. Birds chirp amongst the trees as two squirrels dart across the path it looks as if they are playing tag or something. As you're walking down the path you notice the marking above on the tree. You study it for a moment then think nothing of it and continue on your way.

    Soon, there is the feeling that someone or something is watching while you continue to walk down the path. Your hand touches your weapon, but a glance to either side reveals nothing. The rustling of leaves causes you to search behind you, then above, as well as to your left and right.  Seeing nothing, relaxation settles in with a heavy sigh and you begin to continue on your way but a figure stands in defiance of your advance. The figure is tall and wears brown pants tucked into black boots and a hunter green vest that goes down to about mid thigh. He has a mark upon his left shoulder that looks like a branch of some sort. The figure crosses his arms as he stands there looking at you. As he stands there a long bow is noticeable on his back.

He simply stares at you. The look on his face shows that he is not happy.

    "What are you doing?" he asks flatly, dangerous authority glimmering in his brown eyes. Something catches a corner of your eye, and you look sidelong toward whatever it might have been. A moment more proves the noticed object to be another man, similar in stature to the one already encountered. Panic and fear reer their ugly heads when the new entity niches an arrow into the string of his bow... and pulls the dormant missle back, readying it for launch. Another flicker of movement catches your attention to the right -- another figure, her long bow also in the ready position. Heavy breathing on your neck: you jump forward a long step, turning in the process, and see another figure standing there with his arms crossed. You try to tighten your grip upon the handle of your sleigh but you find that it isn't there. You soon go for your weapon but also find that it isn't there. Your hands begin to sweat as a small drop of prespiration beads on your forehead.

    Then a large blow rockets your weight forward. You stumble. The ground rushes up like a an army of pebbled soldiers, each with an intent of severing your flesh from your face and then ... you knew no more.

    Sometime later --likely a few hours-- you wake up, finding your self in a house of some sort. The throbbing at the back of your head makes you want to sooth it, but touching it causes a wince in pain, the swollen lump that resides there too sore to contact. Ignoring as best as you can manage, you then look over to your right, seeing small children watching you watch them through a window. Some look at you as if they've never seen one of your kind before. Others look at you like some diseased rat that could spell their eventual damnation to Newtrom's judgement.

    Regardless, you jump at them, scaring them away, and then turn making your way to the door. After wiggling the handle you find that it is locked. This bites, you think to yourself, heading toward a window instead. The thought runs to an abrupt halt with the sight before you. A village in the trees, formed of solely wooden planks and branches, camouflagued with vegetation that seems too green to be dead. The whole area, each building, is connected by roads and causeways of rope and planked bridges. Countless numbers of people.Many people bear the mark seen on the first stranger you came across. You hear someone or something unlocking the door as you then run back to your bed acting as if your still asleep.

    A person walks in and places something beside the bed. Something soft and cold lands upon your forehead: a rage, most likely. "Waking" suddenly, your hand dashes up, siezes a woman's wrist, and tosses that feminine hand away --rag and all. "Where am I and what are these people here?" springs from your mouth as you spring from your bed; the nurse puts a few paces' more distance between herself and you.

    No answer. Her hand finds the doorknob while her eyes stay transfixed. A moment of jingled locks, another of creaking hinges, and one more of her moving out the door.... and she's gone, before you can even respond. Scoffing, you just sit back down on the bed.

    Not long after, the same figure that you seen before walks in. He pulls a chair beside the bed as he sits in it backwards. He places his arms upon the top of the chair as he lays his chin upon them. As he sits there he answers your questions. "My name is Garrett Cambridge. We are the protectors of the wild -- the Milana Desh'Miriai. You have done something terribly wrong. You have killed an animal merely for game." The displeased look in his eye doesn't offer much in the way of negotiated reason.

"And just who the --" Is heard coming from your mouth as you continue to look at the man.

"    I am a forest druid," he interrupts, "but we have many races here, not all are the same." He then stands and summons you to follow him. You stand and follow him as he leads you through the village.