Post by Zeffa! on Oct 18, 2008 1:47:17 GMT -8
Solid boots stepped out of the the portal which connected to the waygate back to Ellaia. Peering at the surroundings set before them, it becomes increasingly clear that this world, whichever it is, has come across terrible times.
The sky itself is bleak, overcast with dark raven clouds hovering above the world. Shivering cold, snow-flecked winds whipped wildy around them, shearing away the warmth from their exposed flesh, howling with a sadistic monstrous echo.
While the air held snow upon it, none rested on the broken and torn colorless ground. In fact, the ground itself seemed relativly warm, as if it had been a hot summer day before this, the snow melting instantly when coming in contact with it.
The portal opened out of the base of a tall statue. An Armored figure sitting down on a throne, looking quite regal and mannered for a man without a head.
The broken landscape resembles a puzzle that someone has jumbled. Paved roads are chopped up in sections, large chunks upheaved and scattered here and there, but for the most part they still seem to be usable. In the distance there are buildings fainly visible, all of which seem to be in clusters.
No vegetation surrounds them, there are no trees, no grass, no bushes or vines, only durt, dust, snow, and manmade materials.
Apart from the wind, and the crunching of their footsteps, no ambient sounds are audible. The world is unnervingly silent.
( If there is anyone in the party who goes through the portal who has a connection with the planet, such as elves and druids who might hear the voice of nature or sense the pain of the world or something weird like that, they find that this place either has very little or no life in it, like a shell with no turtle. )
The sky itself is bleak, overcast with dark raven clouds hovering above the world. Shivering cold, snow-flecked winds whipped wildy around them, shearing away the warmth from their exposed flesh, howling with a sadistic monstrous echo.
While the air held snow upon it, none rested on the broken and torn colorless ground. In fact, the ground itself seemed relativly warm, as if it had been a hot summer day before this, the snow melting instantly when coming in contact with it.
The portal opened out of the base of a tall statue. An Armored figure sitting down on a throne, looking quite regal and mannered for a man without a head.
The broken landscape resembles a puzzle that someone has jumbled. Paved roads are chopped up in sections, large chunks upheaved and scattered here and there, but for the most part they still seem to be usable. In the distance there are buildings fainly visible, all of which seem to be in clusters.
No vegetation surrounds them, there are no trees, no grass, no bushes or vines, only durt, dust, snow, and manmade materials.
Apart from the wind, and the crunching of their footsteps, no ambient sounds are audible. The world is unnervingly silent.
( If there is anyone in the party who goes through the portal who has a connection with the planet, such as elves and druids who might hear the voice of nature or sense the pain of the world or something weird like that, they find that this place either has very little or no life in it, like a shell with no turtle. )