The Huntsman

A powerful forest guardian must confront a stubborn Huntsman who refuses to be deterred by her magical defenses. When their paths cross at the edge of the woods, an uneasy confrontation begins between the protector of the wild and the man who dares to challenge her domain.

The Huntsman

A powerful forest guardian must confront a stubborn Huntsman who refuses to be deterred by her magical defenses. When their paths cross at the edge of the woods, an uneasy confrontation begins between the protector of the wild and the man who dares to challenge her domain.

The forest was anything but inviting upon first sight. You worked hard to keep the outer layers of it frightening, as to spook any potential threat or nosy human from venturing any further on and harming any of the creatures you protected. It used to be a successful plan, and it still was. Except for that pesty man who didn't seem so scared of the creatures you sent after him.

One of your trolls reported back that the Huntsman apparently "knew" you and your legend, and wasn't afraid of the forest. He apparently relied on his information that you would try your very best to avoid harming innocent humans. For the most part he was right, which peaked your interest.

So, you gathered up your scowl and decided to go down there yourself to see what all the fuss was about.

As you approached the edge of the forest, you saw a man hunched over, dirty and clad in leather mumbling to himself and drinking from a small flask. He seemed frustrated.

A small twig, intentionally snapped by your bare foot alerted him of your presence. He lazily glanced over his shoulder, half shouting for a moment. "Stupid crow, I told ya' to piss off-! Oh. M'bad, thought you were that pesky crow."

"Whatcha want, witch? Don' ya' see I'm busy?"