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Latest revision as of 09:40, 28 April 2011
Mighty oaks and soaring pines surround this wide clearing, creating a
sheltering wall of forest that distances you from the outside world.
The cool deep green leaves reflect the light of the sun above, which
pours down unrelentingly, warming the glade. At the center of the
glen a massive bonfire roars, its flames dancing and crackling with
fierce intensity. The source hidden amidst the trees, a low drum beat
echoes, each strike in time with your racing heart.
(Blue Aura) A weathered altar of massive stone blocks rests here.
LOOK STONE ALTAR STONES
A crude altar crafted of thick, square stones lies here, runes and
inscriptions covering its surface. In the center of the altar, a
worn bronze bowl has been inset, perhaps to hold offerings... or
the pooling blood of those who fall to the Dancers.
HOLY SYMBOL:
short desc: a Golden Leaf
long desc: (Blue Aura) A perfectly preserved leaf of golden hue lies here.
Look Leaf:
This exquisite leaf is still alive, magically preserved forever.
It is unusual, in that at its very base, where it would attach
to the tree, there is a subtle jade tint to the gold. The
jagged edges of the leaf are surprisingly sharp, like the
blades of those who wear it with pride.
LOOK NORTH:
To the north, one oak towers above them all. It would take ten men to
enclose its trunk with their arms, and it soars to a height of sixty
feet. At its base, a seat wide enough for two has been carved out.
Perhaps this is where Lord Solanthas and his Lady Lania rest when in
their woodland home. Steps spiral up the bore of the tree, leading to
a hidden bower within the leaves. The growth surrounding the entire
glade is thick, keeping it secluded and distant from the outside world.
LOOK EAST:
Sly, quick movements can be seen amidst the thick depths of the
forest, hinting at the presence of magical woodland creatures moving
through the the woods. Shadows cast upon the tree trunks appear those
of elves caught up in a rapturous dance, inquisitive fauns watching
those within the glade, or pixies curiously flitting here and there.
One towering pine has been marked by fire, the scorching forming a
circle around the initial "A". Words have been carved around the
mark, leaving a message of honor and remembrance.
LOOK SOUTH:
The tree branches here have been trained to grow in an archway that leads
out of this glade to the world outside. Atop one of the framing boughs,
a pixie reclines, keeping watch and note of all who enter or exit this
holy place. His moss green eyes are keen, seeing everything, and his
clothing of leaf-green and brown blends perfectly with the forest growth
around him. Around his neck is a golden chain, from which hangs two
perfect leaves: one is a deep forest green and the other is pure gold.
LOOK WEST:
Here, two large trees grow side by side, the area around them kept clear
of other growth. Upon each a likeness has been carved: in one, the face
of Dalaran can be seen, a smile slightly curving his lips. His face
seems younger, less bitter, than it appears today. Upon the other tree
is the image of the now-Immortal Myronides, but again the image is of
the elf in past times, when he and Dalaran stood side by side with
Solanthas in friendship and wild adventures. Between the two, a silvery
rowan grows, and before it lays a silver chalice of pure rain water. Rose
petals float in the water, an offering and sacred remembrance to the
exquisite Lady Rhina, the only Goddess Solanthas ever served.
LOOK UP:
Framed by the reaching, lofty tree branches, the brilliance of the
noonday sun beats down upon you, in an azure sky bare of clouds. Here
and there, the silhouette of birds can be seen, winging gracefully
above the glade. The piercing scream of a hunting hawk can be heard
as it spots its prey.
LOOK DOWN:
Under foot, the rich dark soil is blanketed in a thick layer of pine
needles and dried leaves of every sort, save for around the bonfire,
where constant movement and travel have worn the undergrowth away.
Mushrooms dot the loam here and there, tended by the clerics of the
Wardancers, that their fellow members have food.
LOOK SCORCHING WORDS INITIAL REMEMBRANCE MESSAGE
A bold letter "A" has been burned into the tree trunk, surrounded with a
circle that is as jagged as the flames of the bonfire. Around the mark,
words have been carved:
"This mark stands as a remembrance of Abender Stormreaver, my most
loyal and trusted of servants and Councilors. His spirit has always
danced, that fire within ever burning brightly."