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Acreholm is located in the Crown Grotto, the largest of all the trees in New Mercy.
Picture: http://meganerid.deviantart.com/art/Asu ... +city&qo=0
>This is the center of the city. The large tree is a man made product. It is a VERY holy icon to the Elv people.
Picture2: http://whren.deviantart.com/art/Tree-Ci ... city&qo=15
>These are the smaller towns in smaller trees around Crown's Grotto.
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The mage Judas found Tam laying on the floor, broken, battered, without the will to go on. He cauterized Tam's wound, and sent him through a portal, to the great city of Acreholm. Tam came out of the portal, and rose to his feet, staring in awe at his childhood home. "After so many years of wandering, I have at last come home." He murmured softly. "I suppose it is only fitting. I've run for millenia, now I must face my people, and I must pay for my crimes. Both of old, and the new. Whatever the consequences, I can no longer avoid this place." As the sun set, falling below the massive boughs of the ancient and all mighty trees, Tam took a moment to just stare at his old home. He was old, so very old, but at last he had returned home. He only wondered if those he once knew had survived the long years themselves.
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She pulled her glasses up to her face to better examine her surroundings. It appeared she was in a hallowed tree, and a quite beautiful one at that. She looked around at the other refugees, most in terrible condition. "Excuse me," she called out to no one in particular. "Someone fetch me a staff, hm?" She would gladly help heal anyone she could, but was more concerned with her own well-being. She was rusty no doubt, but her magic was a force to be reckoned with, and she would prefer to have it at her disposal if need be. From what she could gather, Horatio had fled, apparently without the Eye of the Storm considering the utter destruction of the city.
She thought then of her city: where she was born and raised, where she'd lived over six decades. It wasn't until it was obliterated that she realized her attachment to it. Gone... all gone. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but blinked them away. She would be strong. She continued asking around for a staff.
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(Far above Crown's Grotto, a very similar wormhole opened up in the sky and the dreadnought AmostGrad poured out.)
What a complete failure, I thought to myself. I sighed, sitting in my captain's seat in the bridge of my ship. My men were silent. Void of all emotion. Numb even. Most of them grew up in Feign. And now our fabled city was gone. There's nothing you could have done. I should have been there. I should have been able to save the city! I slammed both of my fists onto the control console in front of me, alarming my crew. Reluctantly regaining my composure, I ordered, "Status report?"
"The AmostGrad has sustatined minimal damage Admiral." One corporal said.
"Broadside guns two, three, sixty four, and seventy seven are out and inoperable."
"Upper deck laser cannons are at sixty percent charge. Laser cannons one through fifteen are dead."
Great. Great news guys, "Land us in the Lavishilei Docking Bay. Have all available engineer crews report in and begin repairs."
I stood up and began to exit, one of my men asked, "What are you to do, Lord Xanth?"
"Count the bodies." I said as I left sliding doors closing behind me.
Instead of using the drop, I went to my chambers and simply phased out to the Great Tree in the center of Acreholm. I came in just meters above the refugee staging area. Humbly falling, my aura slowly healed the wounds all the people around me. The horror that was before me baffled my eyes. Not in a thousand years have I seen a scene so gruesome. All I could do was spread my aura as strongly as I could. I noticed a few familiar faces from the battle at Feign. Two swordsmen, a man and a woman, and two men in hulking suits of armor. There was also a small girl who apparently owned the dragon who aggressively refused help. I noticed a woman, obviously of the higher class, asking around for something. As I approached, I figured it out. She was a healer without a way to heal. I stopped in front of her and conjured up a make-shift staff of my own will. I held it out to her and said graciously, "It's not much. But it'll do the job." I smiled.
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