It was morning. The crisp, cool air filled the land with a peaceful eeriness. The emerald green grass dazzled in the midst of the early sunrise, saturated with dew. The mountains beyond west, edged out of the blue sky, toppled the ocean line of the Great Thylian Sea. The sun rose constantly above the far eastern plain of Tinuhus. The valleys south were filled with a sleepless fog which crept ever so slightly along the mouth of the River Eyruss. The land was filled with a distant bellow of wind, and the far eastern sight of camp smoke ascending forth the heavens. It was dawn, my hands were cold.
The great templar ruin of the Elyrdorn stood at the foot of a vast Osage tree line. The suns rays spread elegantly between the hooked leaves bared on ever tree. I gazed forth inwards, to the blackness held inside the great beast, what creatures may reside. It was the Forest of Eldyras, home of the Erylindian Elves.
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Thanks for reading, there will be a lot more to come, I just started this morning no more than half an hour ago.
[Edited on 02.05.2010 8:19 AM PST]