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Western Mists
When the Helovian gods took this heart, the bamboo maze was replaced with a swirling, tumultuous mist-storm. The mists contorts to vengeful, haunting spirits whenever a trespasser dares to brave them.
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on a cold winter night 09-10-2018, 03:48 AM by Skylark
A small cave system with rounded rocks and entrances that subtly rise out of the foothills is in the West. However, its air is heavy with opium and various other gases that may rob one of their sensibility (and possibly memories). Many come to experience such euphoria. Beware, fun and games often spiral out of control here.
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A lone, extinct volcano rises from the mists and looks out of place amid the western lands. A thick, but curiously young, pine forest blankets its slopes and surrounding grounds, and somewhere hidden in this young forest are impressively large obsidian stones with runes that have been nearly polished away. A perfectly round lake sits at the base of this mount and is home to its namesake: sirens (both friendly and dangerous, alike).
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To Burn a Tail 08-10-2018, 07:08 AM by Neowulf
From the persistent mists sprouts stark, barren branches of what once was a great, elegant, and incomprehensibly massive tree. This sorrowfully ominous landmark was, at some point, burned from the inside out; black scorch marks twine through its many layers of roots and trunks while soot permanently stains the bark deep grey. But there is something spiritual about this slaughtered mother tree; she is a gentle presence amid a dangerous and broken land. And, somehow, all who pass through her shadow know her name: Uwaritace.
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quiet determination. 08-17-2018, 05:16 PM by Virga
A lush and painfully vibrant forest grows in the west, not quite as thick or wild or shadowed as its rainforest cousin in the south. Large ferns take the place of trees, easily growing larger than any equid. A particular tree, called a dragonfly willow, often plays tricks on unsuspecting travelers as their fronds flutter once they fall. The bright yellow flowers that glow thickly underfoot are called Solar Flowers, and give the land it's name.
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Ouroboros 08-17-2018, 05:00 PM by Virga