I think going North through the deer trail is our best bet, at this point. If there's a road, it's probably one of the safer places in the forest. The deer trail itself is risky, though...
Unfortunately, I do agree with this. It may be best to stick with the threats we (sort of...) know rather than potentially kicking a beehive of hostile creatures and this crazy dude guy chasing(?) us. If we can get past him, we'll make it to the road and, if we're lucking, find a good-guy patrol or hunters or something.
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It looks like your best bet is to head back to the road. It'd be a lot safer than gallumphing through the forest and hoping to find the village more quickly. Deer path it is, then.
Or...
Or...I think going North through the deer trail is our best bet, at this point. If there's a road, it's probably one of the safer places in the forest. The deer trail itself is risky, though...
Unfortunately, I do agree with this. It may be best to stick with the threats we (sort of...) know rather than potentially kicking a beehive of hostile creatures and this crazy dude guy chasing(?) us. If we can get past him, we'll make it to the road and, if we're lucking, find a good-guy patrol or hunters or something.
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-1. Not because of your reasoning - which I agree with - but rather because you're forgetting one crucial detail: we're a ★WIZARD★!!!
Draw a runic circle on the ground and one on the map. Stand inside the ground circle, activate it, and stay on it as it flies to the point on the map (having incorporated its flight instructions into the design). Flying rock platform ho!
EDIT: We're unlikely to fall off anyways because everyone knows elves are super agile.
EDIT2: Action description length cut down for simplicity and ease of reading.
If we can do this....
Yus.
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Or we could make some magic.
You've never made a floating platform, but you're sure you can manage thanks to the unparalleled flexibility of your geometrism. It'll take some time, though, which you may not have.
You frantically begin scratching runes into the ground, weaving together a spell to hold your platform in the air. Mentally tracking each variable and factor, you sympathetically bind your map to the earth and the earth to the rift, drawing crackling motes of power to bear.
A bestial roar interrupts your preparations. The snapping and tearing of undergrowth echoes through the trees, drawing closer at an astounding rate. No time for second-guessing; it's time to take to the skies in your untested, jury-rigged contraption of magic and dirt. As a wise man once said, sometimes you have to
run before you can
walk.
IT WORKS
IT WOOORRRRRKS
AH HA HA HA HA HA uh oh.
The hunter bursts through the trees. His hands, arms, and face are coated with blood, and you don't think it's his. Lifting your hands, you direct your platform skywards, and the dirt circle heaves itself upwards. Just as you think you made it out of his reach, the crazed man leaps inhumanly high and grabs the edge of the platform, but the violent rift energies holding you aloft arc between the dirt and his chest in a flash of purple, throwing him backwards and away. Destabilized, the platform shudders. You don't have long left before it falls apart.
You steer yourself northwards at a staggering velocity, veering right to follow the path towards the village. The wind rushes past you, the first light of dawn crests the horizon behind you, the trees whip by under you. The little rational corner of your brain notes that it's quite exhilarating.
A rumble from beneath you steals your attention. The glowing runes at your feet flicker and fade one by one, unleashing the previously contained rift as your platform crumbles. For one terrifying moment, everything falls silent before the earth detonates in a flash of purple light, and you fall...
And fall...
Branches cut across you as you tumble down. Time seems to slow to a crawl before -