[Whyt's Journal] You imagine a happy place, filled with creme tarts and bunnies, and yourself as their supreme ruler.
You wake up from your daydream, and begin paying attention again.
You take in a great breath of air.
You gaze off to the south.
As if in a dream, a vision forms in your mind...
'The Elven woodland fortress of Leth Deriel looms before you to the south, its walls of defensive deobar trees forming huge arcs to the southwest and east. The high tops and entwined branches of the Alder Bower Gate overshadow the south section of the road. Even from this distance, you see the tallest, most ancient and most venerated tree in the Elven lands, the Sana'ati Dyaus, which stands at the center of the city.'
My family was brutally murdered when Raenilar and his Outcasts rolled over Leth on their way South to try and take Shard.
I had been high up in a treetop when the troops arrived, lost deep in a daydream. Only a child myself, I hid, I'm not even able to heal my own wounds yet. My mother had told me that I wasn't ready to learn that spell, she kept saying 'Maybe tomorrow' and smiling brightly at me. She didn't know that tomorrow wouldn't come for her.
Once the screaming stopped, and the smoke stopped rolling off the boiling vats of oil the Outcasts set on barricades...I started sneaking slowly, methodically to the north. The opposite direction of Raenilar.
You sneak north...
[Southern Trade Route, Bosque Deriel]
Sounds unlike any you know whirl about you in a choir of whisperings, rustlings, murmurings, and guttural hisses. Strange calls, unlike those of any bird, reverberate in the treetops. You feel as though this is all for your benefit or rather to your detriment, as though someone or something were watching all the traffic along this route, and signaling your approach.
Obvious paths: northeast, south, southwest, northwest.
You sneak northeast...
>[Southern Trade Route, Endrus Forest]
Shadows envelop the foliage to the southeast as if hiding an ancient and shameful secret. The deobars weep silent tears from mossy tendrils, and even a majestic sana'ati tree shies away from the heart of Endrus Forest.
Obvious paths: north, southeast.
You sneak north...
Until I found some safety within the gates of Crossing, and in the gardens of the Temple.
[Temple Grounds, Garden]
A veritable forest of color explodes before you as the cobbled path comes to an end amidst this lush garden, blooms of every flower imaginable skirting the path. The vegetation here is oddly vibrant year round, as if bolstered by some subtle vein of life energy itself. You also see Gardener Eaadrich and a large vela'tohr plant.
A fuzzy black and orange caterpillar wiggles its way into view at its own lethargic pace, stopping to closely observe and scale over anything that rudely obstructs its path.
The tendrils of the vela'tohr plant twitch in agitation as the caterpillar munches on one of the dark-green leaves it is perched upon.
A dark-green leaf of the vela'tohr plant suddenly begins to shake angrily.
The caterpillar is flung to the ground by the violent tremor!
>Your concentration slips for a moment, and your spell is lost.
I am struggling to learn...so easily distracted...so that one day I can travel south and help heal the hurt that this war has caused.
~Whyt
You take in a great breath of air.
You gaze off to the south.
As if in a dream, a vision forms in your mind...
'The Elven woodland fortress of Leth Deriel looms before you to the south, its walls of defensive deobar trees forming huge arcs to the southwest and east. The high tops and entwined branches of the Alder Bower Gate overshadow the south section of the road. Even from this distance, you see the tallest, most ancient and most venerated tree in the Elven lands, the Sana'ati Dyaus, which stands at the center of the city.'
My family was brutally murdered when Raenilar and his Outcasts rolled over Leth on their way South to try and take Shard.
I had been high up in a treetop when the troops arrived, lost deep in a daydream. Only a child myself, I hid, I'm not even able to heal my own wounds yet. My mother had told me that I wasn't ready to learn that spell, she kept saying 'Maybe tomorrow' and smiling brightly at me. She didn't know that tomorrow wouldn't come for her.
Once the screaming stopped, and the smoke stopped rolling off the boiling vats of oil the Outcasts set on barricades...I started sneaking slowly, methodically to the north. The opposite direction of Raenilar.
You sneak north...
[Southern Trade Route, Bosque Deriel]
Sounds unlike any you know whirl about you in a choir of whisperings, rustlings, murmurings, and guttural hisses. Strange calls, unlike those of any bird, reverberate in the treetops. You feel as though this is all for your benefit or rather to your detriment, as though someone or something were watching all the traffic along this route, and signaling your approach.
Obvious paths: northeast, south, southwest, northwest.
You sneak northeast...
>[Southern Trade Route, Endrus Forest]
Shadows envelop the foliage to the southeast as if hiding an ancient and shameful secret. The deobars weep silent tears from mossy tendrils, and even a majestic sana'ati tree shies away from the heart of Endrus Forest.
Obvious paths: north, southeast.
You sneak north...
Until I found some safety within the gates of Crossing, and in the gardens of the Temple.
[Temple Grounds, Garden]
A veritable forest of color explodes before you as the cobbled path comes to an end amidst this lush garden, blooms of every flower imaginable skirting the path. The vegetation here is oddly vibrant year round, as if bolstered by some subtle vein of life energy itself. You also see Gardener Eaadrich and a large vela'tohr plant.
A fuzzy black and orange caterpillar wiggles its way into view at its own lethargic pace, stopping to closely observe and scale over anything that rudely obstructs its path.
The tendrils of the vela'tohr plant twitch in agitation as the caterpillar munches on one of the dark-green leaves it is perched upon.
A dark-green leaf of the vela'tohr plant suddenly begins to shake angrily.
The caterpillar is flung to the ground by the violent tremor!
>Your concentration slips for a moment, and your spell is lost.
I am struggling to learn...so easily distracted...so that one day I can travel south and help heal the hurt that this war has caused.
~Whyt
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