Post by f0n9 on Jan 24, 2006 20:58:48 GMT -6
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Dawn has broken. The forest path you have been following for the past hour suddenly widens into a copse of gigantic trees. A sign nearby reads "Celidon - Forest Council", yet... where is the city?
A set of loud chirps from overhead draws your eyes skyward. Two doves manage to undo the last of a ribbon holding a rope ladder in place; the ladder unrolls down and lands in front of you. The birds beckon you upwards with their bobbing heads, cooing reassuringly, then flutter off into the canopy. You begin your climb up into the wild green yonder.
A minute later, your jaw drops as the Forest Council of Celidon comes into view through the greenery. Humongous buildings lie in the crests and crowns of the trees, hundreds of them for as far as the eye can see. Ropes and vines support bridges, platforms, and entire squares, all suspended hundreds of meters above the ground. The forest canopy rolls like a green sea around the buildings, framing the aged wood paneling of the ancient buildings. With a start, you realize that some of the older buildings are not only made of wood, but literally grown out of the trees.
Then you notice the people. Elders, hobbling along the (remarkably sturdy) rope bridges. Children swinging like energetic monkeys from the vines overhead. Normal villagers conducting their business, trading at the market square, going about their lives as if they were on solid ground. Not even the occasional gust of wind fazes them; the only reactions are the salesmen, who absently steady their wares as the ground teeters beneath them.
"I see you have found your way to Celidon," a voice from behind startles you. "Welcome." You turn to see a tall, bearded man addressing you. Although old, he stands with a powerful, regal bearing; age has done nothing to suppress the firey spirit that burns within him.
"I suppose you have come in response to our posters?" he continues, indicating the rolled parchment in your hand. "You can learn all you need to know over at the Hedron," he tells you, indicating a series of bridges and platforms leading to a massive wooden square in the center of 'town'.
"I suggest you hurry," he advises you as he turns away. "Elder Sartoris does not like to be kept waiting..."
Dawn has broken. The forest path you have been following for the past hour suddenly widens into a copse of gigantic trees. A sign nearby reads "Celidon - Forest Council", yet... where is the city?
A set of loud chirps from overhead draws your eyes skyward. Two doves manage to undo the last of a ribbon holding a rope ladder in place; the ladder unrolls down and lands in front of you. The birds beckon you upwards with their bobbing heads, cooing reassuringly, then flutter off into the canopy. You begin your climb up into the wild green yonder.
A minute later, your jaw drops as the Forest Council of Celidon comes into view through the greenery. Humongous buildings lie in the crests and crowns of the trees, hundreds of them for as far as the eye can see. Ropes and vines support bridges, platforms, and entire squares, all suspended hundreds of meters above the ground. The forest canopy rolls like a green sea around the buildings, framing the aged wood paneling of the ancient buildings. With a start, you realize that some of the older buildings are not only made of wood, but literally grown out of the trees.
Then you notice the people. Elders, hobbling along the (remarkably sturdy) rope bridges. Children swinging like energetic monkeys from the vines overhead. Normal villagers conducting their business, trading at the market square, going about their lives as if they were on solid ground. Not even the occasional gust of wind fazes them; the only reactions are the salesmen, who absently steady their wares as the ground teeters beneath them.
"I see you have found your way to Celidon," a voice from behind startles you. "Welcome." You turn to see a tall, bearded man addressing you. Although old, he stands with a powerful, regal bearing; age has done nothing to suppress the firey spirit that burns within him.
"I suppose you have come in response to our posters?" he continues, indicating the rolled parchment in your hand. "You can learn all you need to know over at the Hedron," he tells you, indicating a series of bridges and platforms leading to a massive wooden square in the center of 'town'.
"I suggest you hurry," he advises you as he turns away. "Elder Sartoris does not like to be kept waiting..."