Setting
Deep inside the Whispering Woods lays the great city of Elwendil, home of the Neluthien elves. The Kingdom of Neluthien remains as silent as it always has been, hiding many secrets inside the Elwendil Woods.
An Elven War raging within the depth of the forest. All stake claim for ultimate rule as the Vallade House and the Ithlonde House attempt to grasp absolute power. While most denizens follow the Old Ways and the Vallade, their are some who whisper of how Ithlonde's ideals are more agreeable.
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It rolled over the mountains,
It crashed into the trees,
It was followed by a wave of dust,
Followed by a falling butte,
And when that butte fell...
More dust.
The trees doth protest.
North of the Sudden Butte stood the rest of the destruction caused by the falling leg of Ni'Thorne. The peak of a once great mountain crumbled. At the base of it sat quite literally a massive foot.
The dust took a while to settle around the new structure that sat on the border of the mountains and the wood.
She could have, but this...
The empty shell he left behind...
It was not him anymore, it no longer housed his soul.
"Please, take me away", she whispered once she got past the gates.
Despite knowing better, the forest obliged.
Unseen by all, two beings floated nearby, having followed the elf from the city. One of them, a male, was in tears.
"Alright", he told the other, "You made your point. I accept."