- Year: 233
- Season: Summer
- SWP: None
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
| Forest |
ForestBetween the Field and the Meadow lies a dense forest with several pockets of trees whose leaves remain perpetually autumn-colored - ranging from deep red to the palest yellow - regardless of the season. Just like the meadow, this is a land of friendly chatter and no alliances, though be warned - there are deep parts of the woods where it is rumored that once entered cannot be returned from. |
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