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eswareinmal2012-11-06 07:36 pm
thequestgiver) wrote in eswareinmal2012-11-06 07:36 pm
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Characters: Any and all!
Open? Very
Where: The (formerly) White Forest
When: GHB6
What: The burning of the White Forest has left little of the forest, but has reveled something else entirely....
Warnings:
Ash drifted slowly down on the light breeze that twisted past bare limbs to carry the fading sent of burning, bringing the feeling of late fall to the warm early summer-like day. Dried and charred under growth crunched underfoot, the sound seeming oddly loud in the otherwise still ruins.
Yet here and there, a patch of white peeked up through the blackened remains of the forest. Smooth white stone carefully laid, stained from moss and now flame, leading a winding path to the gleaming white tower in the distance that stood out unnaturally, pure and untouched by the flame.
For those who follow the path, or make their way to the tower will find the path growing stronger, gleaming white and unstained as it approaches the tower's base, the path growing wider until it spreads out to join others to form a ring around the tower's base, the individual paths radiating out like spokes vanishing back into the blacked ruins.
When the tower is reached, it becomes clear why the fire did not touch. A harsh aura of arrogant purity seemed to radiate out, rebuffing all that would be unworthy from even approaching its walls. It stood tall, easily 4 stories, surface a pure, almost painful, arrogant white marble, windows small and uninviting, every inch seeming to claim that no one was worthy to enter it's sacred halls.
But there were signs of battle. Nature's assault had not been wholly held back, vines clinging to the side to break in and rip apart the aberration held inside what was once it's stronghold. But much more damage of a less patient sort had also been done. Shattered windows, spatters of scorch marks, holes blasted in the walls and the stone around the base. Trees not fall off lay in a tangled heap in the ground as if something had been flung into them and an eruption of blackened vines lay in a heap not far from the unbroken and still barred doorway, paving stones scattered about where they had been flung by the abrupt growth.
Open? Very
Where: The (formerly) White Forest
When: GHB6
What: The burning of the White Forest has left little of the forest, but has reveled something else entirely....
Warnings:
Ash drifted slowly down on the light breeze that twisted past bare limbs to carry the fading sent of burning, bringing the feeling of late fall to the warm early summer-like day. Dried and charred under growth crunched underfoot, the sound seeming oddly loud in the otherwise still ruins.
Yet here and there, a patch of white peeked up through the blackened remains of the forest. Smooth white stone carefully laid, stained from moss and now flame, leading a winding path to the gleaming white tower in the distance that stood out unnaturally, pure and untouched by the flame.
For those who follow the path, or make their way to the tower will find the path growing stronger, gleaming white and unstained as it approaches the tower's base, the path growing wider until it spreads out to join others to form a ring around the tower's base, the individual paths radiating out like spokes vanishing back into the blacked ruins.
When the tower is reached, it becomes clear why the fire did not touch. A harsh aura of arrogant purity seemed to radiate out, rebuffing all that would be unworthy from even approaching its walls. It stood tall, easily 4 stories, surface a pure, almost painful, arrogant white marble, windows small and uninviting, every inch seeming to claim that no one was worthy to enter it's sacred halls.
But there were signs of battle. Nature's assault had not been wholly held back, vines clinging to the side to break in and rip apart the aberration held inside what was once it's stronghold. But much more damage of a less patient sort had also been done. Shattered windows, spatters of scorch marks, holes blasted in the walls and the stone around the base. Trees not fall off lay in a tangled heap in the ground as if something had been flung into them and an eruption of blackened vines lay in a heap not far from the unbroken and still barred doorway, paving stones scattered about where they had been flung by the abrupt growth.
...so I totally though I'd replied to this already. SORRY ><
The door itself was tightly sealed shut, magic crackling defensively against any intrusion, despite the large hole just a little way around the curved wall, big enough for a person to step through.