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Post by Silent on May 15, 2011 15:58:04 GMT -5
Valerius
You worm your way through a narrow gorge, once filled with a roaring river, now is only inhabited by the odd end lizard, dust, and rocks. Its seems barren, lifeless, working your way down the dry path. Is this hell? Is death nearing with each step? The red, dusty hills you saw on either side of this ravine only becoming you deeper into the desert? But then, before you know it, the gorge opens, the desert is gone- and a looming equine shape stares at you curiously, guarding the entrance to a sudden, lush wonderland.
A towering mountain looms ahead, smaller ones framing a large, picturesque lake, green dotting the mountainsides, all capped white. Valerius is an oasis for anyone who tries to make their path their, although the winter's are harsh, the rest of the year is mild. The mountains are filled with lush, pine forests, although the trees around their bases, surrounding the mountainside river-fed lake are seasonal, changing colours and loosing their leaves. Here, the Royal herd of Valerius lives in various cliff-side niches and clearings on the mountain, and along its base.
The Founding Queen: Circe
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