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Post by masqurade on Jul 14, 2013 5:16:12 GMT -5
This was the land all the mother’s told their foals about, these places strewn with beauty, but a darker, colder, more evil king lurks within them. It was by design, probably, that this land was on the edge of all the others, for on the outside it looked beautiful, stunning, almost perfect, but it was not until one began their decent within the Forest of the Lost that they now realized they did not want to be here anymore. The first mile within the territory seemed rather pleasant, light still cut through the canopy and the vegetation even appeared happy and healthy, until your steps came across the first sinkhole.It was here everything seemed to change, the light became less and the vegetation took a turn for the dead. The forest opened up, after two or three more miles of dead trees and sinkholes, to a desolate looking meadow, the flowers that covered it were only standing seemingly because they were forced to, and all were oddly bending towards the forest, as if trying to escape from this place as well, as ones feet passed through the flowers, towards the center of the meadow, the true nature of the land forming, there right before your eyes.Large caverns littered the center of the meadow, some easy to access, others… not so much. A deep hole filled with water was towards the center and it was the lands only water source. It was here the large dark hooves of the brute stopped, his large cranium held low as he sniffed the water and shifted around the land momentarily, inspecting that which he could see and reach. Auds were flicked up when he looked within the caverns, checking them to see how easily a slave would be kept and whether or not there was a back to the cave. It seemed like all the caves just ended, more like huge holes in the ground than connecting tunnels. This made him happy, and he would look around, his massive body lifted up upon his thick legs in a rear, striking the sky, threatening all, equine or God, to take his land from him.
Forest of the Lost
This was the land all the mother’s told their foals about, these places strewn with beauty, but a darker, colder, more evil king lurks within them. It was by design, probably, that this land was on the edge of all the others, for on the outside it looked beautiful, stunning, almost perfect, but it was not until one began their decent within the Forest of the Lost that they now realized they did not want to be here anymore. The first mile within the territory seemed rather pleasant, light still cut through the canopy and the vegetation even appeared happy and healthy, until your steps came across the first sinkhole. It was here everything seemed to change, the light became less and the vegetation took a turn for the dead. The forest opened up, after two or three more miles of dead trees and sinkholes, to a desolate looking meadow, the flowers that covered it were only standing seemingly because they were forced to, and all were oddly bending towards the forest, as if trying to escape from this place as well, as ones feet passed through the flowers, towards the center of the meadow, the true nature of the land forming, there right before your eyes. Large caverns littered the center of the meadow, some easy to access, others… not so much. A deep hole filled with water was towards the center and it was the lands only water source. All the caves only had one entrance, and that was at the surface, the slave cave held multiple small rooms within, perfect for storing Slaves.
[b]King :[/b] Calirn
[b]Queen :[/b] None
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