Pip
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Post by Pip on Mar 25, 2009 9:47:21 GMT -8
The sun was shining brightly over the mountain range. The edge of the Feylian wood was like a great wall of bark and brush agains the slowly decenting rocky terrain of the Ridgeland. A multitude of colours erupted upon the ground as a group of characters broke through the trees. Reds and blues reflected of the wings of two floating fey, and a strange green shined off the skin of the a tall dryad. A dark shadow seemed to hit the ground of the last member of the party.
Rolland turned back to his companions."We have almost arrived. The capital is drawing closer and closer." He pointed to, what appeared to be, a path leading into the mountain range. "That path will lead us straight to the Aerite capital."
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Post by Alex on Apr 4, 2009 21:11:17 GMT -8
The space behind Rolland was empty when he turned, and the path towards Aers City was likewise when he turned back. Farmers tilled unceremoniously in their fields and the sky pushed clouds across the sun lazily. A loud whistle broke the silence as two Aerites greeted each other, but all was still.
The wind changed for just a second, carrying with it the smell of sulfur with it. Once it righted itself, the scent was gone.
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