Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26510601-20170425170033/@comment-26510601-20170501232146

With a benevolent mercy, Keldran commanded Saphira to burn down the rest of the undead. Fire is an aggravator. It burns all within its path, only creating fury and strife as life is devastated by it. Yet, the same could be said for the horde. They never stopped and couldn't, forced to endlessly walk and fight against whatever they were commanded, playthings and tools for the blind queen of night, Fauzastas. The only thing to pacify them was somethinf of equal purport, and thus for this one time it was fire that gave resting peace. At the end, all that was left was the silence and the smoldering ruin of these fields.

Ahead, Trithon and Keldran flew skyward as they glided over the mountains that naturally protected Fauzasta's domain. Now, so close to the mountain Keldran could see the mountain itself and immediately a disconcerting quality was revealed. It was made entirely of headstones, countless unmarked names resided as they piled atop another which made this manufcatured mountaintop. At the very top, the toxic clouds almost reached into the clouds. The only places where safe passage was guaranteed were through 7 stone gates. For the time, they were open and remained so upon Keldran's entry into these sordid lands.

Now below was a maelstrom of energy and chaos. In the murky airs below, primordial life stirred only noticeable by dark shapes coming up for air before descending into the noxious storm below. At the center of it all was a mountain that rose higher than all others where the clouds parted to lesser above giving light that illuminated the dais to which Fauzasta resided.

There was a mighty palace of a mottled white where energy from the clouds above was guided and driven into the palace. There was a plateau with a long bridge extending towards the palace. At the end were corroded and ancient doors that would open upon Keldran's nearing. Fauzasta awaited the young trueborn, but what were her intentions here?