inexorabletruth
2017-07-20, 06:03 PM
It takes a while to finally find the Respite, but there are enough signs in the district for you to get your bearings. After several minutes of taking in the scene of the bustling Merchant District, you make it to the serene entrance to the temple of Ehlonna.
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The tranquility of the druidic sanctuary seems impenetrable by the surrounding cityscape and a peaceful calm washes over you as you approach the mouth of the miniature forest. Druids only tend to visit the outer gardens to tend it, so the path up to the gate is quite lonely. It takes several moments of wandering about to find some druids, but you eventually stumble upon an odd group of people sitting in the woods. One of them, you recognize as a member of the order. He is a gnome with a short, but wild gray beard and happy, youthful eyes that defy the wrinkles and sun spots on the rest of his face. He's smoking a pipe and appears to be engaged in pleasant conversation, judging be the fact that he and the group periodically break into laughter.
http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4715700358_58a8cd9d6c_m.jpg
Two small elven children, dressed as acolytes run past you giggling. And in this place, there are no zombies, no war, no madness, no silent assassins. It's as if you stepped into a magical pocket of the multiverse that is somehow immune to all the world around it.
http://i.imgur.com/PcBwFAh.jpg
The tranquility of the druidic sanctuary seems impenetrable by the surrounding cityscape and a peaceful calm washes over you as you approach the mouth of the miniature forest. Druids only tend to visit the outer gardens to tend it, so the path up to the gate is quite lonely. It takes several moments of wandering about to find some druids, but you eventually stumble upon an odd group of people sitting in the woods. One of them, you recognize as a member of the order. He is a gnome with a short, but wild gray beard and happy, youthful eyes that defy the wrinkles and sun spots on the rest of his face. He's smoking a pipe and appears to be engaged in pleasant conversation, judging be the fact that he and the group periodically break into laughter.
http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4715700358_58a8cd9d6c_m.jpg
Two small elven children, dressed as acolytes run past you giggling. And in this place, there are no zombies, no war, no madness, no silent assassins. It's as if you stepped into a magical pocket of the multiverse that is somehow immune to all the world around it.