Ando Alur Blighted Lands | Record One

[WestCarolina 1778]

 

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Scribed by Sister Lynx, Tailesin

 

Members: Brother Hedgehog, Sibling Boreal, Sister Lynx, Roylan Grant, Malii’evarir, Ahng Gulr

 

Date: 7th of the Sun’s Smile 49 SA

 

Location: North of Nevaehlen, Southern portions of the blighted land

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Notes: 

 

= No voices of nature, as expected, had a toll on Druii especially

 

= Tree-kin, fae, and other natural creatures or those linked are unable to enter the land

 

= Blight healing proved fruitless, plants become retained as soon as it is healed

 

 

[!] A sketch of one of the many blighted trees found on the mission

 

= The ground felt like wet sand, yet footing was stable

 

= Air was still, lacked any wind

 

= Came across a cave entrance spotted near a voidal tree, had a ‘maw-like’ appearance to it, even seemed alive with how moist it was

 

[!] Another sketch, this one of the cave entrance that resembles a mouth of sorts

 

= Fog rolled in at the same time our strength was sapped, might be linked

 

= The same fog got thicker the deeper into the hollow we went, limiting sight

 

= Ground inside the cave had fungus, grass of blue and black color, while the soil itself was purple and could easily slip into gaps of clothing 

 

= Within felt like walking through snow but without any sound to it, each step sinking more into the ground

 

= Impossible to tell the time of day

 

= Upon trying to turn back to leave, the terrain was unfamiliar, looked completely different

 

= Got lost as a result, even going in a straight line - further we got away from each other, our voices sounded like we were hundreds of meters away instead of being closer

 

= As we continued forward things warped and changed again in strange ways, pathfinding this land is dangerous

 

= Ruins were found near an edge of the hollow, chests, bed, a headless orc body 

 

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Spoiler

The following knowledge can only be used if found IRP. Also, thank you to those ST who've hosted this scouting mission!
Sketches RPly drawn by Gilliaen, OOCly by me!

 

[Royal Peasant 445]

Roylan stepped out of the grasping hold of the void land feeling the weakness that clung to him loosening its vile grip. Taking a deep breathe as he let the untainted and pure air fill his lungs as his eyes glanced to the land behind them. "Is this continues to spread...I ain't seeing us surviving long in such changed lands." 

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Beautiful art as always Carol! It really sets the scene.