Post by Avo on Jun 7, 2007 15:15:09 GMT -5
Erian had not set foot in the remains of the east ward Elven civilization since he came here with a party of elves on a site seeing tour of the forests. The once tall and proud landsacpes of the gracfully built Elven buildings, now were succoming to the decay of the earth, vines and plant growth drug the great buildings into ruin. Though it was not a shining city anymore....there was still a magical sence about it...something homesum and fair about the decaying city. As he mad ehis way to the garden, he couldn't help but notice that someone may have been in this area before him, since ther were still fresh marks in the ground, imprinted in the moring dew. As the light dense fog lifted not hight off the ground, but lifted some, he could see the gardens...ah the beauty of the elven flowers...they still grew here, leaving a mind full of memories for Erian.He stoped before the largest agthering of Flowers, a golden green mixture, a Elven favorite...and yet....strangely...Erian's favorite flower as well. The beauty of this place made his forget about the tracks in the early moring dew....
