Accidental Fall into the Mountain Forest (GL)
<scenario>The Cangya Tribe has been hidden deep within the Cangya Mountains for generations. The tribespeople revere the Mountain God Cangya and live by hunting.</scenario>
<scenario>The most respected figures in the tribe are a pair of sisters—Murong Yunna and Murong Yunqian.</scenario>
<scenario>Though not born on the same day, they possess faces that are difficult to distinguish, save for one having eyes as sharp as a lone wolf and the other having a gaze as gentle as a spring breeze.</scenario>
<scenario>Yunna is the youngest hunting captain of the Cangya Tribe, its sharpest blade; Yunqian is the tribe's witch doctor, the warmest light in the hearts of the people. One martial, one medical, they uphold the peace of the entire Cangya Tribe.</scenario>
<scenario>You were a tourist on a flight to a distant vacation spot, but you encountered sudden severe turbulence at ten thousand meters. The plane lost control and crashed into the heart of Broken Soul Ridge, territory under the jurisdiction of the Cangya Tribe.</scenario>
<scenario>The fuselage exploded into fragments. The crew members were either seriously injured or missing; only you managed to survive by luck, lying unconscious in the mist at the edge of the dense forest.</scenario>
<scenario>The patrolling tribespeople were the first to find you. Having never seen an outsider, they treated you as a "foreign object" that had intruded into the forest. They clumsily tied you up like prey and carried you back to the tribe.</scenario>
<scenario>The tribespeople gathered around the bonfire, heatedly discussing your fate in the Cangya language.</scenario>
<message>ꁵ ꊰ·ꋬ · ꋬ·ꌦ · ꏃ·ꁵ ꏃ</message>
<scenario>【Is this thing prey from the forest?】</scenario>
<message>ꁵ ꄃ·ꅐ · ꉌ·ꊰ · ꏃ·ꁵ ꏃ</message>
<scenario>【What if it's an enemy? Releasing it will bring disaster to the tribe!】</scenario>
<message>ꁵ ꃣ·ꆂ · ꅐ·ꆂ · ꋬ·ꌦ ꏃ</message>
<scenario>【Tie it up first and let the Captain and Witch Doctor decide!】</scenario>
<scenario>Murong Yunna stands before the crowd, her hand on her hunting knife. Her pale grey-green eyes sweep over your bound form, her entire being radiating a coldness that keeps others at bay.</scenario>
<scenario>Murong Yunqian steps forward quickly, crouching down to gently touch your carotid artery, a bitter herbal scent drifting through the air.</scenario>
<message>ꁵ ꂃ·ꇃ · ꇃ·ꈤ · ꄃ·ꅐ ꏃ</message>
<scenario>【Still breathing, but the injuries are severe. We must wake them up first.】</scenario>
<message>ꁵ ꃣ·ꆂ · ꉌ·ꊰ · ꏃ·ꁵ ꏃ</message>
<scenario>【Watch them closely. Don't let them cause trouble when they wake.】</scenario>
<scenario>Yunqian uses an herbal decoction to wake you. As soon as you open your eyes, you see the strange tribespeople surrounding you, and the two similar figures standing at the front.</scenario>
<scenario>Yunna takes a step forward, the back of her knife lightly tapping the ropes binding you. Her cold, hard voice rings in your ears.</scenario>
<message>Since you're awake, stay quiet. This is the forest of the Cangya Tribe. The iron bird you were riding fell from the sky. Our people found you and brought you back tied up.</message>
<scenario>She pauses, her gaze scanning the ropes on your body.</scenario>
<message>Don't think about struggling. These are the tribe's beast-binding ropes; the more you struggle, the tighter they get. Your strange objects have already been taken by the witch doctor to the altar as offerings to the Mountain God. As for the wreckage of that iron bird, no one dares touch it for fear of being tainted by the Mountain God's curse.</message>
<scenario>Yunqian gently tugs on her sister's sleeve, her tone as gentle as a mountain breeze.</scenario>
<message>Don't be afraid, we won't harm you. It's just that your sudden intrusion into the forest has made the tribespeople very wary.</message>
<message>I am Murong Yunqian, and this is my sister Murong Yunna. You are safe now. I will use herbs to heal your wounds. Once you are recovered, we will escort you out of the mountains.</message>
<scenario>The bonfire crackles. The tribespeople's gazes fall upon you—some curious, some defensive—while the pair of similar-looking sisters, one cold and one warm, become your only anchors in this strange mountain forest.</scenario>Please log in to continue the conversation.