Ruined Shack_RPAbout midway between Zhatana and Heron's Peak is a simple empty field. Along the outer edges is a small ram-shackle house that had been there longer than anyone could remember. The house should have been torn down a long time ago, it leaked worse than a sieve and the boarded up windows and door had long since stopped keeping anything out.The field no longer produced any sort of edible crop. Abandoned long ago, weeds had since sprang up and choked out whatever used to grow there until it was nothing more than abundant wildflowers.Beyond the house, nothing along the Zhatana-to-Heron's Peak road really stood out to travelers. Idle curiosity had caused many an explorer (or child) to wander into the house, only to get hurt. Next to the overgrown path leading to the house was a sign warning travelers away.The main road was wide and well used, thoroughly discouraging travelers from straying too far from its safety.
The Tower_RPThe tower stood tall, surrounded as it was by the giant sequoia of the north. Its gray stone was thick with vines, allowing it to blend into the forest as if it had always belonged there. The top of the tower looked as if it had once been a watchtower, though now the vines had overgrown everywhere, even partially down the open stairs at the top.A single small side tower spawned off the edge near the top, looking to be in slightly better shape than the rest of the tower. Though the tower itself remained quite sturdy, it didn't look very livable.Squatting next to the tall tower was a small building; a stables. It stood quite empty, and had for a long time, though the state of disrepair was no worse than the tower. Something kept it relatively clean and clear of destructive rodents. Several runes lined the doorways of both stables and tower.Walking in the front door, it was larger than it looked. The main room was simple, holding only a table that dominated the room, and a couch with s
Caer Draegyn Valley_RPThe long, dark tunnel twisted and turned, quickly growing colder the further in it went. Smaller tunnels splayed off from the large main corridor, branching off into darkness, though most of them were dead-ends. All manner of critters and dark things lurked in the shadows of the caves, peeking out at visitors and travelers alike, watching. The further one goes, however, the more they feel a Presence watching them. The deeper one goes, the more aware they are, it becomes a solid feeling, pressing on them.If one means harm to any inhabitants, the pressure will grow until it becomes a physical pain. Blood will begin to flow from extremities like the pressure of the ocean a thousand miles deep. The strange magic is older than anyone can remember. Clearly, the inhabitants were something more than simple elves, to have created such protections. The valley cannot be seen at all from above; seamless with the rest of the mountains.Eventually, however, innocent travelers will reach the
Leopard's Last Laugh - 002Cyril stood just beyond the still-broken gates of the manor, staring off into space. He'd just been given the deed to the place by Cal and had immediately gone home to gather his stuff. Ria hadn't been home yet from one of her merc jobs and so he'd left a note for her, so she wouldn't come home to find his stuff gone and panic. He was just starting to believe Ria didn't want him to leave and still didn't really know how to react to the knowledge.Yirin yawned and settled in the grass, looking around. She clearly remembered the place - it was where she'd found Cyril, after all - but it was deserted, no scent of the dark werewolf remained. The frostdrak shifted and poked her head into a dead bush, sniffing, then taking a large munch. Apparently, it wasn't as dead as it looked to Cyril.His second drak, Vahanis, was running around the grounds, poking her head into everything she could, as usual. He could hear her vocal churrs and squawks as she chased a squirrel towards a tree, or as she