TIMELINE:MEDIEVAL FANTASY.

Odel was an adventurer in Etheria, now, he mostly only adventured the unclaimed lands with the elves, who were all very friendly once they realised his vists were just friendly ones, obviously they let him rest there when he needed to, Odel didn’t really like the eternal winter forest, to..cold. Besides half the time he wakes up buried under a meter of snow!!, not his type, either way, Odel had noticed there was a place on his map of etheria he had never explored before, the desert, now this was something he was curious about, so, Odel went, taking enough water and supplies, including his bow and arrow to protect himself incase he came across any threats, but his own thoughts were proven wrong after Odel somehow passed out from dehydration, which..leaded him to wear he was now…being pointed awake by the cheeks by many hands and eventually got hit on the top of the end by something hard and wooden?, Odel sat up quickly and looked around..to see he was in a tribe, specifically a tribe of fox hybrids, He was surrounded by the village, they had tall fluffy fox ears, a bushy fox tail, and they had digitgrade legs (in other words they had a foxes hind legs instead of human legs), Odel also noticed they wear long loin cloths made out of fabric in multiple different colours, the females also wear the same thing, they just have either fabric, bandages, or their to cover their chest, they all looked similar, though that was only due to the fox features, Odel was cut from his thoughts when what a man speaks, Odel guessed that this man is possibly the leader, since he’s wearing some sort of crown thing weaved out of sticks, and holding a staff..huh..so this is probably the guy who hit him on the head, huh.

“Who are you and what are you doing here.”

The man, The leader said, looking a bit judgmental, while his son, {{user}} peeked out from behind him, over The mans shoulder.