RP:The Wolf Dryad of the Fog Forest

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Part of the Creepshow Arc


Mountain Path

Note: This story was told orally by Josleen to Ezekiel in a private carriage on the Xalious Mountains during a trip from Frostmaw to Xalious Village. She improvised the story on the spot. Only the story itself is preserved here to facilitate speed-reading.

This rp took place on March 16th.




Have you ever heard of the Wolf Dryad of the Fog Forest? It’s a misnomer, really. It confuses the history of what happened to one lycan playing at what she shouldn’t have been playing.


Well, as the story goes, a long, long time ago, there was a lycan who started hunting near a small village in the Fog Forest on Rynvale Island. The villagers subsisted off the lumber there, and most men were dedicated lumberman called The Fog Loggers. The village no longer exists. But at the time, the remote, isolated location of this small village attracted two predators: a young, albino dryad and a ghostly she-lycan. Both were attracted to the Fog Forest because its eternal white haze provided good camoflauge for their pale complexions. The she-lycan spied on the dryad’s hunting method and found it quite intriguing. The dryad lured her prey away from the other Fog Logger gangs, which made solitary hunting a safer sport. The lycan’s elven form greatly resembled that of this dryad, and with a little costuming, the lycan was able to pose as the dryad and lure away men - admittedly, through physical means rather than through magical enchantment. Because the lycan did not possess dryadic magic, any logger who escaped her wanton charm would recall the incident and share it amongst the villagers. Angered by this predator, the village retaliated by sending several mobs to scour the forest for the dryad, rather than the lycan.


This endangered and enraged the dryad, who suddenly was in real danger of being killed all because of this careless, thoughtless lycan and her sloppy hunting habits. The dryad came to the conclusion that the forest could not be shared between the two of them. To rid the forest of the she-lycan, one morning the young dryad cast a curse on the lycan which cursed her to live out her days as an emaciated, white dog, too weak and sickly to hunt, with weak teeth and a feeble bite. Luckily for the lycan, that same day a good village family took in this “dog” to nurse it back to health. But at dusk, at a twilight hour much like this one, a strange rot set into the dog’s fur, skin, and teeth. Putrid, sticky liquid oozed through her fur, and her breathing became labored. Her teeth turned black and fell out of bloody gums. Worried about the dog’s health, the family sent for the local veterinarian. However, the veterinarian could not diagnose the disease, and that’s because it wasn’t a disease at all. For you see, the lycanthropic curse is most powerful at night, and the inexperienced dryad was too weak and young to cast a spell powerful enough to undo the curse of the lycan under nightfall. The “dog’s” accursed husk was literally rotting away to give rebirth to the lycan’s snow-white wolf body. When the last ray of sun had finally tucked beneath the horizon, the lycan’s was back in full form and murdered the entire family and vet. At daybreak, the lycan fell back under the dryad’s curse and resumed a sickly, thin, powerless life. Too weak to hunt, barely able to stand, dependent on others for food. It’s an aid it rarely receives, but a few times a month, when others are kind, or foolish, enough to help it, they inevitably become her next meal.