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This here now is the Dark realm of Aetheria, a land of deep dark forests.
Where one can get lost on the hidden paths, shrouded in grey mists and ever present shadows. Foul and blood thristy beasts roam the dark woods, Wolves and WereWolves run in packs. Orcs and Goblins hunt any who are foolish to wander alone. In the shadows, the brave and reclusive Shadow Elves, born of Dark Elves and Grey Elves, partol the hidden ways.
Further in the realm one comes upon the Great Swamp of Despair. A foul bog of mud-caked islands, groves of Mangrove and water-logged Willow trees grow from the muddy, stagnent riverways. Big, cold-blooded snakes and Crocodiles swim through the murky waters. Mist here hangs in the sky, there are always clouds in this dismal place. The air is filled with foul and deadly swamp gases. Open flames are a danger, and the gases can cause explosions. A constant breeze blows low and mournful.
Ogres and Hags populate the islands and Lizardmen, wild, flesh eating reptilian humanoids dominate both land and water. Rarely do the ShadowElves roam here, lest on business of the King, or in great numbers. Even then, such is a fleeting guarentee.
Beyond the Great and gloomy swamp, one reaches the Mighty, and at times stormy Dark Sea, a great freshwater lake. Its depths unknown, and after a few dozen feet, the waters to are murky and black. Tribes of FishMen, known as Locathah, live in underwater villages. They at times plague boats along the surface of the Dark Sea. Strangely it is never fully light, by day it is always overcast, and at night, though cloudy, the Moon and stars do shine through.
In the near center of the Dark Sea, are the Forlorn Islands. Three, barren rocky islands, each roughly two miles across, and about a mile wide, with the highest points of each island, raising at most 250 feet. These three islands, formed in a rough triangle shape, are connected by a network of large, ancient bridges made of Iron and grey granite. It is on these three Islands where the city of DarkLorn sits. A grey and black city of old, Gothic and Baroque buildings packed together, and a twisting maze of alleyways and narrow streets. Smoke from cooking fires, smithies, tanning fires and heating fires fill the air above, leaving a haze of foul grey smoke.
The city holds some 8,000 souls, Humans, Dour Dwarves and ShadowElves, who are most promiment here. All dress in dark tones, reds, browns, greys, blues, and blacks, are most common colors. Though somewhat grim, these people do enjoy fishing, singing, drinking and having a good time. Annual Bard contests and plays are performed in the Theatre of Midnight as it is called. However no Good Deities are allowed to be worshipped, and the King's word is law. Taxes are not too high, and most people do not starve. However in the sewers and catacombs beneath the city, there roam bands of Wererats, Locathah, disease-ridden ghouls and zombies. Even Dopplegangers and goblins can be found here.
Standing like some Grim guardian of Death and Darkness stands DarkSpire, the great, black Fortress-Castle of Khest, King of Aetheria and his new Bride, Shalomar, Queen of Aetheria, who rule this Grim, yet Beautiful land from their Black(For Khest) and White(For Shalomar) Dragon Thrones. The great fortress stands a full 500 feet for its central tower, and the other four mighty towers each connected by vast butress walls, each stand at 300 feet high. There is of course the vast lower reaches of the Fortress, a great series of layered dungeons, catacombs, torture rooms and caves.
Well you dare to enter such a dark, yet at times starkly beautiful land?
This here now is the Dark realm of Aetheria, a land of deep dark forests.
Where one can get lost on the hidden paths, shrouded in grey mists and ever present shadows. Foul and blood thristy beasts roam the dark woods, Wolves and WereWolves run in packs. Orcs and Goblins hunt any who are foolish to wander alone. In the shadows, the brave and reclusive Shadow Elves, born of Dark Elves and Grey Elves, partol the hidden ways.
Further in the realm one comes upon the Great Swamp of Despair. A foul bog of mud-caked islands, groves of Mangrove and water-logged Willow trees grow from the muddy, stagnent riverways. Big, cold-blooded snakes and Crocodiles swim through the murky waters. Mist here hangs in the sky, there are always clouds in this dismal place. The air is filled with foul and deadly swamp gases. Open flames are a danger, and the gases can cause explosions. A constant breeze blows low and mournful.
Ogres and Hags populate the islands and Lizardmen, wild, flesh eating reptilian humanoids dominate both land and water. Rarely do the ShadowElves roam here, lest on business of the King, or in great numbers. Even then, such is a fleeting guarentee.
Beyond the Great and gloomy swamp, one reaches the Mighty, and at times stormy Dark Sea, a great freshwater lake. Its depths unknown, and after a few dozen feet, the waters to are murky and black. Tribes of FishMen, known as Locathah, live in underwater villages. They at times plague boats along the surface of the Dark Sea. Strangely it is never fully light, by day it is always overcast, and at night, though cloudy, the Moon and stars do shine through.
In the near center of the Dark Sea, are the Forlorn Islands. Three, barren rocky islands, each roughly two miles across, and about a mile wide, with the highest points of each island, raising at most 250 feet. These three islands, formed in a rough triangle shape, are connected by a network of large, ancient bridges made of Iron and grey granite. It is on these three Islands where the city of DarkLorn sits. A grey and black city of old, Gothic and Baroque buildings packed together, and a twisting maze of alleyways and narrow streets. Smoke from cooking fires, smithies, tanning fires and heating fires fill the air above, leaving a haze of foul grey smoke.
The city holds some 8,000 souls, Humans, Dour Dwarves and ShadowElves, who are most promiment here. All dress in dark tones, reds, browns, greys, blues, and blacks, are most common colors. Though somewhat grim, these people do enjoy fishing, singing, drinking and having a good time. Annual Bard contests and plays are performed in the Theatre of Midnight as it is called. However no Good Deities are allowed to be worshipped, and the King's word is law. Taxes are not too high, and most people do not starve. However in the sewers and catacombs beneath the city, there roam bands of Wererats, Locathah, disease-ridden ghouls and zombies. Even Dopplegangers and goblins can be found here.
Standing like some Grim guardian of Death and Darkness stands DarkSpire, the great, black Fortress-Castle of Khest, King of Aetheria and his new Bride, Shalomar, Queen of Aetheria, who rule this Grim, yet Beautiful land from their Black(For Khest) and White(For Shalomar) Dragon Thrones. The great fortress stands a full 500 feet for its central tower, and the other four mighty towers each connected by vast butress walls, each stand at 300 feet high. There is of course the vast lower reaches of the Fortress, a great series of layered dungeons, catacombs, torture rooms and caves.
Well you dare to enter such a dark, yet at times starkly beautiful land?