Silva Insula

[Jistuma 1996]

*On the wilds to the west of Oren.*

As one walks across hot Thar's desert they will reach a long road at it's center. Following it, they will reach a gate and with a stable. A white spotted brown horse would be there, feading on some wheat as he awaits another one to transport across the lands. After passing to the gate a long bridge awaits to cross one over water to a small island with a shop and blacksmith. From there, the great walls can be seen. White marble protects the end of the wall from the waves, great logs keeping the high walls in place. Four trebuchets are scatered across the wall tops. A great gate is a marvel to behold, with the great chains keeping it strong. Another small bridge must be passed to enter the town, a broken drawbridge on one side of the gate, while a working one on the other.

Passing through the gate, one can notice the differences in their surroundings immediately. From a hot and dry desert with strong winds, it transforms into green land filled with a forest and humid air, and no wind. The great walls make this happen as they stop the strong hot winds from the desert that was destroying the island before, and turning it into a desert as well. Walking further in, rivers and canals exist, surronding platforms, each of these having only one type of tree in them. They also are the grounds for the many buildings that exist, home to many free human, dwarf, halfling, elf, and orc. Crossing to the other side of the island, and passing a smaller gate, one would reach the docks. Two impressive ships anchor there while not sailling towards their destiny. One of the boats travels to the Temple docks and back to this town.

This town is Silva Insula, the Forest Island, land of the free.

[Jistuma 1996]

*Loud swings are heard from inside the barracks at town, as a man trains. Sweat dripping from his face from the workout, he decides to end the training for the day. He walks out of the barracks, looking tired and using a staff to aid him. The staff is long and something unique. At it's tip an enderpearl stands, reflecting light in all directions. The man weilding the staff seems very simple in clothing, black wool pants, white wool shirt, and a red belt. A dagger is easily seen placed upon the belt. His arms are covered fully in bandages ending just before his wrists. His face shows a playful grin, as he uses a hand to try and fix his messy black hair.

This fella, named Rosso, walks to a wodden house with a sign claming it to be of Anri. Instead of entering it, he climbs a fence and jumps onto the roof. He lays down at the top, placing he staff right next to him. He watches the sky as he relaxes. He removes all the thoughs of work he has, and instead thinks only of the sky he is watching.*

[Steviathon 3]

Steviathon walks besides Rosso as he trains, taking note how their mutual friend Meta would begin a conversation about proper technique. Brushing off the thought, he continues on towards his home in the barracks of the Island.

Steviathon passes by some of the first platforms of the Islands and sees more in the distance. He takes into note how luscious the plant life is and the architect of the houses on top of them. While he enjoys admiring the pretty sights, Steviathon takes great pride into his underground home under the barracks. He descends down into the basement and unlocks the door to enter the living quarters. He passes the rooms, most of which are empty, until he reaches his. From the outside it appears to look like the other rooms, but in it contains a stairway leading down to a room with waterfalls and heavy lights. It is here that he keeps his possessions and here that he keeps his pride of the Island. After refusing moving to a platform, Steviathon's room had an expansion with another basement added to it. Now, to show he truly appreciates his gift, he will stay in that one room on the far right of the living quarters.

It is in his living space that he thinks. He ponders and guesses and questions the many subjects of life. It is also here that he came up with his master plan: the creation of a coliseum, to glorify battle as an art form, not a method of mindless killing. This being his one secret and a secret he keeps well. He ensures that his fellow Islanders do not learn of these thoughts or see the coliseum's blueprints and especially not the large reserves of minas which he keeps in order to pay off land, equipment, and "entertainers". But when the time comes, he will explain his marvelous idea to the leaders, hoping they will have favor into it for having served in the militia of the Island for years, for helping to ensure that the Island grows, for bringing others to the Land of the Free.

Plans aside, Steviathon goes up the steps of his room, outside the barracks and back onto the surface. Back to his friends who are basically family to him. Back to the real world, far from his thoughts and questions. He sees Rosso atop the roof and lets out a big "Hello!" He hears an "Oi lad!" in return and goes off to his daily business.

[Stephensj Of House Lym 3]

*Kazotar sits, glaring at Rosso for a quick moment then takes out his harp and plays a very soft tune. After awhile goes to his room in the Inn and sits at the edge of his bed, taking out large War Axe and sharpens it. After awhile he stops then walks out of the Inn and paces at the Docks, his Metal Jaw shining. Slowly walks around trying to avoid every living soul he sees. Quietly goes back to his Inn room and glares at the villagers of the Island through his window*

[Ruonna/Cerafina 46]

Sighing, Talithia finishes stocking the shelves in the hospital. She looks around with a proud, pleased smile on her face. The hospital was her dream for so long, and working in it brings her much satisfaction. She gives the room a cursory glance, making sure all is in it's place, before walking out of the immaculate building.

Looking around the town, Talithia smiles. The island has grown so much recently, and so many new people have joined them. Life is not as simple as it once was. But it has become more, richer and more fuller, more exciting....

She passes by the inn, and pauses, listening for any sounds that might come from it. Not hearing anyone but the sound of a sad tune played on a harp, she continues on her way. She decides to walk around the town to see if anyone needs anything, and to see that everything that needs to be done has been taken care of.

The town is too quiet at this time of day. Talithia begins to feel slightly anxious. Usually there is something going on at this time. Walking on, she pushes her long, purple hair behind her pointed ears looking around on edge.

A small halfling child runs by, almost knocking her over. She grins as he runs off calling a hasty "sorry" over his shoulder as he goes.

Walking along the path, she takes note of various small projects that need doing.

It seems it will be a peaceful day after all.

((someone prove me wrong :P))

[Baconthief 682]

Fiyem steps off his boat and onto the docks of Silvia. He is bares his shield on his back as while his sheath swings side to side as he walks. He inhales the soothing sea air and forms a faint smile as he walks down the board walk, paying no attention to the brothel. He passes the guards, nodding to them as a greeting. Fiyem looks up the sky and watches the birds fly, play and sing in their own world that is set on top of his. He enjoys this moment alone since Vallel's hormonal driven emotions are getting a little too much for him to handle. He cannot wait for the pregnancy to be over with so he doesn't have to listen to her infernal and unyielding nagging and biting criticism He walks into the inn, hoping to see some of his old friends.

He finds it empty and sits down in a bench, laying his shield next to him. He reaches into his shirt and retrieves the various poems he keeps there, resting against his heart for that is the origins of the words of said poems. He lets out a long sigh as he finishes reading the last one. He does not know what the future will bring A mental battle between his current wife and wife too be rages in his mind.

[MetaSolaray 242]

You always said father, when a man has found something worth protecting. That he would turn over the world to protect it. The sun bared down relentlessly, it's rays baking away at the young blue haired warrior's body. Sweat ran down his body freely, showing just how long he had been maintaining this singular position. His hands didn't even tremble with the whispers of the wind in the grove, the sweet scent of flowering life abound in a true sense of serenity. It was here among the greenery of life, of nature's gift that Meta often came to find his own peace. One could say that sitting here among the life, helped one admire and respect the life they represented in the circle of life they occupied. So often did this place remind him of a home, of finding that one place that would keep his heart free, free with the very winds he listened to.

No where else could he listen to the winds so easily, their tales dancing on the edges of bladed grass. No where else did Meta listen to the running waters, carrying the very nuturer of life's energy along.

No where else was the earth so beauitful, so cherished and loved by the hand of conviction, and finally

No where else had the power of one's own conviction, produced such utter beauty. Often times he would find himself simply passing the area, and admiring it for each unique scent that the carefully budding flowers gave off, and the chorus of sound and smell that would serenade even the hardest of souls to a soothing sleep. Many times, it was the very sounds of whistling water's, that reminded Meta of the calm in his own heart, of his own peace that he had to maintain to be in control.

Today, was an exception to that. His heart was anything but cradled by the winds and the flow, it was a burning festering notion of wanted bloodshed. I had found that something father, and someone has tried to alter that ideal. An image appeared in his heart, deep down...

Three smiles to be exact...One belonged to a kind heart of both calm and flow. She was one defined by what she could be, a malleable force to be reckon with. It was a warmth she offered beyond her pain and dark...beyond the laughter and the blushes, beyond even her foolish notions to believe the best of all, and sometimes fall into the darkness of the world. Talithia...

Another belonged to a goofball, even if he sometimes represented the life that Meta didn't care for. Often dwindled in explosives or chaos, but always willing to do whatever was needed....he was his friend, he was his brother. While his heart may have been shrouded in the deepest darkness of the heart, beyond it burned the fire of conviction that pushed him. Rethlor...

A faint twitch of motion motioned his body, the winds whispering against the beads of sweat running down his body, causing him to lower his head from the burning light, and to slowly open his deep blue eyes. A pierced heavenly gaze, filled with a drowning glare that would swallow oceans, as he stared off into a distant picture that no one could see. Burned, in his mind's eyes was that singular image, and how it was shattered...

Life has taken my family from me once, I will not have it happen again.

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.