They say a blind doe is excellent with treating physical wounds, and can even stitch larger cuts if need be.

It's also said she is in contact with the spirit realm and can contact souls of the departed.

Both of these services are offered for only a bit of kindness in exchange.

Rumour has it that Nathaniel is obscenely wealthy.
During his quarrel with Enchante in the Forest, 'money', 'mansion' and 'valuable items' had been mentioned over and over again. The two were loud, thus could have been overheard.

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"He is looking very tired lately. They say he's not supposed to leave, or he'll be punished."

The Bestowed is clearly from a different land, just judging by his gait, manner of speech, and odd customs--not that he'll tell you much about it. Go ahead, ask.

we should bring this back! i loved this

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A tale has been making the rounds, whispered by fawn-children to scare and delight. A monster roams the forest - word has it that its eyes glow in the dark like will-o-wisp wraiths, it can poison great beasts with just one bite, and its blood can make them immortal.

But of course, this is just a rumour... right?

A rumor spread in the dark corners of the forest, that a beast has returned.

Those who wander the boundary of life and death seem drawn to the pale stag. It is clear he can see ghosts, spirits and apparitions and undeniable that a strong connection to the dead is possessed. The extent of this ability is left for each individual to ponder as the creature dislikes direct curiosity from strangers, often hiding himself away in the quiet corners of the forest. However on occasion a stray, translucent dragonfly can be seen surveying the endless surrondings. If chased they often disappear into nothingness though if an individual takes a more discreet approach can be followed in a direction that will undeniably lead to the stag.

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The shapeshifter is a wanderer, often disappearing from the forest for long periods of time simply to travel. Upon her return she may posses tales that can intrigue and plant seeds of wanderlust in the mind. Tales are not all she carries and can often be seen with unusual trinkets, foodstuffs, materials and if one is willing to poke they may be able to arrange the acquisition of just about anything - legal or illicit. She'll want a suitable trade however, preferring oddities and items of interest over mere value.
Her years have also taught her how to heal and has already made use of this on some of the forest's residents, their words spreading this into the realms of common knowledge. If a wound is troubling you her talents may be of use.

Rumour is that there is a strange Light floating throughout the forest. Some say it's a soul of someone who is lost.

In addition, a strange Dark Being has entered the forest, some believe in search of "deals".

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Some have heard that this unusual child lays alone and sometimes turns into a small turquoise wolverine.

There has been a rumour going around the Forest, that a strange tarry looking patch has appeared at the fallen log, close to the Big Oak Tree. However, it actually isn't tar. The soil at that spot has turned completely black and sandy. A stronger wind can carry the tiny grains deeper into the Forest. No plants grow there and if there are any plants they are completely dry and crumbled. Some say the roots of the Oak are getting old and bad, others swear they saw similar black soil in the Birch Forest that strangely resembled footprints of a canine.

She is as beautiful as she is deadly. Black and blue. Hot and cold. Life and death. Much like the goddess who shares her name, she spreads chaos and violence wherever she walks. The last cries of a lamb, the last spurts of blood pooling on the wet earth. It is a role she plays well, and it is not uncommon for her very name to strike fear into the hearts of many.

But, have you heard? Have you heard how soft she can be? How vulnerable, how naive?

But perhaps, most importantly of all, have you heard how she is the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen?

Few have interacted with this new creature. She has just arrived in the forest, after vanishing from a village, covered with remains of a raid she performed on her own worshippers in Japan. The stench follows her and those near her would smell the remnants, even though she bathed in the pond. Might see some of the remains washed off there, stuck on leaves and rocks. She's going to stay here a while, might as well check her out and find out who she is.

Some may have seen, and yet still see, the Demon Doe. Walking the banks of the river, collecting herbs and various plants. She has set up a small space for her in the thin trees nearby. Anyone walking by can see signs of a small camp fire, stone cups and bowls and pouches and woven baskets full of herbs. Within her tree's hollow, one can see various bottles of brown liquids. Other times she is seen with another, collecting scraps of body parts into a pile with other herbs and things.

Some say they have seen her talking to herself. Others call her a witch, watching her spout a small green flame against a stone cup of odd liquid. Some think she's simply mad.

The truth, as those with the special sight can tell, is she is preparing young spirits to move on to their next life. She will escort a soul to a newly pregnant doe and let them go to their new developing body. Or, in the case of the collecting of the natural materials, she is bringing a new life forward with a magically created body instead of sending them to a natural one, a sort of rebirth-resurrection.

Whatever the whispers are about what she's up to, she pays them no mind, truth or false. She has a job to do, and willingly listens to any able to pay the right price.

Deep in the ruins lies a strange little fawn, who wears not a mask and her words are all wrong.

She's spotted in the dead of the night when you sleep, but it's her pelt that is stranger to us all who speak.

Someone muttered something about Crab being a little prince. He could be seen frolicking with a golem in tow. Asking about the golem will promt Crab to say "Who?".

It's obvious that something is off about the young fawn, Arkaror, but someone saw the earth swallow him up while being chased by a wolf. Next day, he was seen well and fine in the sun. Was it a trick of the eyes?