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Caravis Aryns (A Mortuus Terra Story) Ch 1 Section1
“Burning winds once flourished in this region. They would devour everything, and up to four towns would disappear at a time. Only those that lived in the caverns survived the burning winds. No house could withstand them. Lake Ide is the only thing left from that period, well that and the caverns. They say those who were caught in the upper caverns still boiled in their skin. only those in the deep lived. You and I caravis our ancestors came far from here. We found this place unoccupied and settled it. We guard it and let those of peace live here.”
The gray man coughed, leaned forward in his seat, and lifted the sleeves of his ragged robe to uncover his scrawny arms. Veins protruded from his hands and wrists, like worms they made their way up his forearms as they crawled under the robe. Spots of dark flesh flooded his body, and gray hair took the place of what used to be brilliant black hair. The man slowly raised his arms and lowered his hood. Milky white eyes shot out from the darkness, and a head of pure white hair fell around his face in a tangled fashion.
“If only i could paint the picture more vividly boy. Men and women above ground disappeared into the air, until all that was left was dust.” the old man slumped back down into his wooden chair. “We all blame magic for what brought the winds, but magic never worked alone. Magic requires a caster.” His eyelids crept ever more slowly reaching for each other, and his speech slowed. “ Casters, what brilliant cre… Cre… Creatures.” , and at that moment his eyelids met and entangled.
“Guess it is time to let the old man sleep” Caravis thought to himself. He had befriended the man twenty years ago when he was just a child, and the man was ancient then. “Goodbye old friend.” Caravis stood slowly and crept out of the battered hut slowly as to not wake the man.
The hut was oddly shapen, it was an oval, well not so much an oval more like an egg cracked onto a plate, as if someone tried to make a circular building, but their sight and carpentry skills lacked. It fit the man's personality, kind of bizarre to say the least. Caravis was more than sure that eighty percent of what the old man spoke about was pure imagination. Magic especially, but it was a captivating imagination, and so caravis listened. Some days for hours. Some days for mere minutes. The old man seemed to require tediously great amounts of sleep, and some days he required more than others.
Like this world?
Does this world interest you?
Out around the hut were trees twenty times the height of the old mans hut, and the hut was twice the height of an average man. Of course caravis was shorter than the average man. Vines as wide as the door crept along canopies, and branches moving for miles. Everything seemed to cohabitate quite well here. Caravis had heard stories of the strangling vine that would wipe out entire forests such as these. “We needn't worry” the old man had said, “ These vines are a good sign Stranglers cannot grow here. It’s too cold in the winters.”
Traveling in this forest was no easy task, but the splendor outweighed the strenuousness. The sentinels and druids on the other hand had solved this problem, and seemed quite adept in this landscape.
Ch1 Section 2
- Caravis Aryn(A Mortuus Terra Story) Ch1 Section2 The land.
Those who do not see, are the first to die. Those who do not die, are those who see first. "Warden of the Forest"