Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


The Final Option [Vipera]

In a blur of deep ebony fur and water droplets the demon rose from the cold earth as quickly as he had fallen. With wild oceanic eyes the beast looked around, taking in his surroundings as quickly as possible. His thick ears were pinned against his skull. Limbs were splayed, toes stretched out, claws digging deep into the earth; he was ready for anything. Or so he thought. Unfortunately, “anything” can turn out to be a pretty narrow term when facing a land full of magic. As dear Néphelim was about to discover.

As darkness had taken him, he had experienced an oddly specific fleeting thought ….“shit, I’m about to be a freaking rainbow fairy too” . Alas, the beast’s last amusing thought rang true. Ironic though it was, for he had only just saved a magical creatures life countable days prior. She was a tiny being, colored in the most miraculous way, dyed the colors of the rainbow. He had been completely entranced by her kind soul.

It seemed that only a day ago he had left her with her group of strange companions to clear his muddled head. Though now, as he awoke beneath a blanket of frost, he got the subtle feeling it had been much longer than one day.

A terrible pain danced across his cranium, his eyes unable to truly focus. Slowly, the blinding light seemed to fade away and he was able to truly gather his bearings. On the plus side, he was still in the same place. So, there was that. It was then that the demon noticed an odd heavy feeling on his shoulders, not unlike the feeling of Miss Vera lain upon his wretched frame just recently. He went to turn his body, trying to see what may be up there, only to feel and odd, irritating feeling on his legs. He looked down, expecting to see some kind of rub caused by his fall.

Instead, the brute was met with legs that were not his own. They were that of a lizard…. Or snake… some kind of reptilian creature!? He his front right limb and to his dismay the scaled one met his gaze. Cautiously he sniffed at the ghost leg. The scales were smooth and dark like his coat, though as he turned and twisted there was an oil spill of color throughout the texture.

“You have GOT to be shitting me”

He mumbled angrily to himself. A freaking fairy, I’m a goddamn fairy creature!? I knew that crap was contagious He huffed angrily to himself and slammed his massive paw into the dirt. In a fit of frustrated rage he threw his head to the side and lashed out at a nearby tree. With a fearsome snarl he slams his deadly daggers into the bark and tears them through the trunk. And with that, he turned and headed back to where he had left his small fae. Maybe one of them knew what was going on.


Somewhere in the night a quiet professional is waiting.
He does not care that he is tired.
That his hardened body is sleep deprived.
He is unbroken and vigilant in his task.
Somewhere this warrior is the final tripwire.
Somewhere this weapon of war will not ask nor give quarter.
He is..... The final option
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