Golentan
Junior Member
It's a foggy morning as the ship enters the harbor. Several landmarks are visible and give the island a foreboding aspect. The central tower looms above, atop the cliff at whose base you stand. The cliff seems to run the length of the island, as if it was cracked in half, and in the distance you see a dark and shadowy crater that the crevasse runs towards like an arrow. On the lowlands, you see a garish collection of strange plants, and realize that you truly are not on the blessed isle: a Wyld zone. Essence lightning flickers around the mountaintops, and all the figures moving about have a decidedly inhuman cast to their features.
"May I take your bags?" asks one fawning blue frog creature, its tongue rolling out.
"May I take your bags?" asks one fawning blue frog creature, its tongue rolling out.