Not sure if this should be a workshop or a post-mortem. I'm looking for advice/opinions as to why this post seemed to flounder. I'll include my postscript at the end as well for you all to read. Thanks in advance for your feedback!

"Three witches you shall meet, on the road to your fate. The first at twilight, the second at night, and the third at the dawning of day." The old blind shaman's words echoed in Roric's mind as the young knight made his way cautiously into the forest. The woods were thick with old growth and the hunting paths amongst the trees would often turn treacherous in just moments. He tightened his grip on his sword and continued on.

"The first will love you, the second will deceive you, and the third will show you the way." The light was waning as Roric finally spotted somewhat of a clearing through the trees. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the round opening in the tree canopy and as Roric approached, he found a series of stone arches built and abandoned. It looked as if long ago a tower or temple had once stood here.

The knight's keen blue eyes - the color of deep ice in the dead of winter - searched the clearing for danger, but found none. He was alone in the forest save for what beasts and birds lived there. The three witches probably never existed. He would find no aid from the new gods nor the old.

Roric sighed, this was a fool's errand. The old man wasn't a seer, he was a mad man, his brain probably rotted from lover's pox. He removed his steel helm revealing a youthful face with angular features and a square chin centered around a sloped nose, bent in the middle from being broken in a training bout. His dark blonde hair was the color of spent grain and reddish stubble had begun to appear having been gone from the castle for so long.

He scratched at the short hairs absently, wondering what his next plan should be having met another dead-end when he heard a woman's laughter. He turned in the direction of the sound, towards the center of those stone arches. There, stood a woman who Roric swore was not there just moments ago. She wore a cloak of dark raven feathers that shone in the twilight and danced on the slight breeze. Her eyes, hazel green, were like summer leaves fading to autumn, bright and colorful but possessing a profound sadness. Her hair a crimson red, reminding the knight of wine poured straight from the barrel. Her skin looked carved from marble, her body soft and fine. Roric felt all at once that he wanted to possess her, but knew she was thing no man could hold for long.

He dropped to one knee before her, looking at the grassy ground to keep his head straight. "Are... Are you the Wood Witch of Twilight?" he called out, "I have come seeking aid from the old ways. Please, you and your sisters must help me!"

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This is a fantasy post centered around a young knight who seeks help from a group of witches. I don't quite have the why worked out just yet but I would love to discuss that in PMs. You can either play as the woman described above, or one of the other witches. Hopefully, if you read this far you enjoyed it and will send me a message!