Generations/The Birds

Here your nostrils fill with a refreshing scent of wet grass. Dew drips from every blade and above you there is a rustling of leaves as birds leap from branch to branch. Light streams through those leaves, bathing your surroundings in an aura of green and gold. There is a certain solace in being alone in the wilderness. Man is forced to live and breathe the nature which birthed him, and ponder his responsibility in caring for it. You doubt your host body ever experienced this kind of thrill and, with his soul annihilated, he never will.

What do you do?

• Head West
• Head North
• Head East

Chosen - Generation: One Time Passed: 0y 0m 2d		Abilities	Equipment	Mate(s)	Children
Name	Jaedyn Farmer	Divine Spark	Sickle	None	None
Age	14y 3m 17d
Gender	Male
Race	Human
Social Class	Serf
Attributes
Body	Superb (7)
Mind	Average (5)
Spirit	Average (5)