Neverwinter Forest Army of angels

@Mordecai

Cthulhu stumbled in a hungry stupor through a magnificent pine forest. A part of her was overwhelmed at the grandeur of the young conifers, but mostly she was lost to the world. She'd been alone too long and scrounged too long and come up empty too many times. Cthulhu almost permanently trembled, if not from cold then from starvation or anxiety... and she blinked in and out of reality.

She slumped against a tree with spindly legs aching, unaware that she'd begun to climb a slope. Neverwinter Forest's edge extended into an ancient ring of mountains, the new forest changed abruptly into one that was age old... yet Cthulhu pressed on without noticing the marked increase in webbish moss and fungi clinging to the trunks, nor the increase in size of trees. She scarcely noticed she was climbing higher, and she definitely didn't notice the smell of wolves growing stronger as she got higher up the short mountain.

The Script — Army of Angels