The sun rises on yet another day. A golden light washed out to a bleak yellow by the haze of smoke that fills the sky. Somewhere in the distance the cries of a bird pierce the silence.
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
Deep in the mountains behind the city of Cordema sat the Enclave, the work-space of the High Druid. A haven away from the bureaucracy of court. Built into a crevice in between two of the mountainsides...
The sun rises on yet another day. A golden light washed out to a bleak yellow by the haze of smoke that fills the sky. Somewhere in the distance the cries of a bird pierce the silence.
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
Deep in the mountains behind the city of Cordema sat the Enclave, the work-space of the High Druid. A haven away from the bureaucracy of court. Built into a crevice in between two of the mountainsides...