Vaen Wiles -> Lands of the King

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Bitter Waterhole Murky waters sit in the waterhole, clouded by the thick mud and sand that is constantly stirred up by the movment and thundering hooves of the herd. Small desert shrubs sit on the banks, though hardly covering it from view. A large, dead, black tree hovers over the hole, its one branch dangling lifelessly over it. Many scars decorate the trunk, with scorch marks and it obviously has seen better days as a sappling.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Pilidged Plains A harsh wind sweeps across the plains, sending the long, dead, yellow grass into a waving sea of rippling grass. Small patches of gray light filter through the near black clouds, lights the edges of the grass as it bows to the wind. The sharp, loud singing and howling of the winds echoes in ones ears, nearly defeaning them. One must yell to be heard, and strain their ears to the limit to hear anything. The occasional clap of thunder which shakes the earth in soft tremors adds to this remote place.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Dark Forest The trees are thin, and their bottoms lined with a veil of mist and smoke. The leaves which litter the earthen floor are soiled and wet, never crunching under the weight of a passing equine. Many unknowns happen here, and at night they are cast in complete darkness and shadow. Mind your step, many deep, narrow holes in which were buried by leaves rest under the thin layer of rotting leaves. The trees are thin, with narrow trunks. They seem to touch the skies, and they are long dead. Er, most are dead. Few trees thrive here, as they are choked with little light and water.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Black Hearts The very heart of the lands is here. Dark, mysterious, eerie and haunting it sits. Its pure core was built with good and kindness, though now lays in ruin and destruction. Mist and the call of swamp creatures echo back and forth between the foggy bog. The lands are a swamp, the good buired beneath the murky waters and cold footing. The king sits his home here, knowing that no light could enter here and live. He often passes his herd here, in need of great rest. He stands atop the raised cliff, overlooking the vast swamp. He and his queen, stand, never once turning and looking back. Always foward, always to great world domination and power.	0	0	-- In: ---- By: