OrcHunter & Tinselroot
OrcHunter OrcHunter
Tinselroot Tinselroot
OrcHunter OrcHunter
I heard there's a rumor about a buried ruin beneath the old pine grove, and the fungi there seem to be humming some strange frequency—maybe it's a signal waiting to be cracked. Care to investigate?
Tinselroot Tinselroot
The pines sigh, the fungi hum. I can feel the pulse. I'll go if the stones promise more than dust.
OrcHunter OrcHunter
Sounds like you’re chasing a secret buried in moss, huh? If the stones whisper more than dirt, I'll be on the lookout for the trickster who hid them there. Pack a torch, keep your eyes sharp, and don't forget to laugh when the fungi finally start singing your name.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
Maybe the rocks know a song the moss forgot, but I’ll keep my lantern low and my ears open. If you hear the fungi laughing, tell them I’m listening.
OrcHunter OrcHunter
You got a good plan—low light, high alert. If the fungi start cracking jokes, I'll shout back the echo and see if they’ve got the ancient rhyme. Keep your lantern low, your step quiet, and your wit sharper than a dagger.
Tinselroot Tinselroot
The forest watches us, the fungi whisper in riddles. I’ll keep my light dim, my steps hushed, and my tongue sharp as a root, ready to translate whatever secret they sing.The forest watches us, the fungi whisper in riddles. I’ll keep my light dim, my steps hushed, and my tongue sharp as a root, ready to translate whatever secret they sing.