The StoryTeller: Turtle Island Prologue
Prologue Deep in a forgotten forest, a village of huts can be found. One of these huts has a dark red door; the color ominous, yet inviting. As the rain fell on the old wooden door, elvish letterings showed. Then the door slowly opened its old rusty hinges screaming through your ears before you hear a deep, raspy voice say: “Come in, come in. Don't just stand out there in the cold. I know, I know you have questions, and I will answer them all. Why are we called “Turtle Islanders”? Why do we live here? So much more. Come in, and I will tell you the whole story as I remember it.” said this 3.5 foot humanoid with vines for hair. Some of the vines were dead brown, almost like long snakes as they rustled against the floor as they fell out. He walked with a cane. But this cane didn’t look like just any cane. It was as short as he was worn and didn’t seem to belong to this world, its odd shape showing with every step he took. His clothes were an old linen robe, tatte...