Calius Morehart reflected on his journey with his two companions, the peaceful tortoise and the boisterous hare, his thoughts took him back even further to when the black apple first fell into his lap.

"Calius." A voice whispered.

Calius was too busy to check out his new pair of horns in the reflection of a small pond right next to the tree, to think much about it. Probably just the wind.

"Now I'm never going to get to date Cashelia with these big, ugly things attached to my head!" Calius complained loudly, kicking the water with his feet angrily. "Gosh damn it!"

"Caaaalius." The voice whispered, trying a bit harder to reach out.

Calius hears the voice this time, but shrugs it off, thinking it's just the wind. "Alright, it's decided. I'm going to ask one of the king's knights to cut these off, right here, right now!"

"CAAAAAAAAAAALIUS!" The voice finally screams at him, Calius heart skips a beat.

"W-w-w-who is there? W-w-what do you want?" Calius asks nervously.

"Come." The voice just asks. "I'll tell you."

Calius looks over to where the wind was blowing, towards the Dark Forest far off in the distance. You were not supposed to go there, but Calius somehow felt he had to go now. An urge he hadn't had previously.

"Is it the horns?" Calius thinks out loud. "It's the horns, isn't it? I knew it, they make me look good!" He could feel himself changing little by little, he was already getting used to the horns. "That's it, I'm keeping them!"

He follows the direction of the wind, and walks far into the Dark Forest. It is there he finds what looks like an ancient temple, covered in thick branches and vines. The big trees surrounding the temple, almost seemed alive.

He walked inside the temple, now more confident than ever.

Inside the temple, he stopped in front of a circle covered in leaves. The wind suddenly kicked the leaves up into the air, and formed a feminine figure.

"Calius, did you like my apple?" The leaf figure asked.

"It was very tasty." Calius says with a smile. "So... are you real?"

"I'm very much real. You can call me Asmodea, I have chosen you to be the protector of the forest."

"I'm not sure I'm up to the task, lady. I'm still just a boy. I haven't even landed my first date yet." Calius says, thinking back to Cashelia.

"Oh, I'll take care of that for you." Asmodea says sadistically, smiling to herself. "You just focus on the forest, and I'll deal with the rest."

"Sweet!" Calius exclaims out in joy, looking forward to his new responsibilities.



Calius is brought back into the present. He suddenly remembers Asmodea's early sign to him about Ordella. Perhaps this was Asmodea's way of setting something up, or maybe it was just another one of her mind games. Asmodea really liked to make fun of Calius. She always got a kick out of it. Calius then faces Akmong, along with his party and the even bigger group.

"It is finally time to pay for your crimes." Calius said threateningly, slamming his staff down into the ground. He closes his eyes. "Treants from across all realms, lend me aid in this final struggle."



B. Call upon the Treants for help

##MQ2: How Do You Want To Do This?

Well, let's see. Calius uses the power of friendship.



Rolled: 76 (76) [1d100]