by The Kingpin » Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:31 pm
"Indeed. We'll see how things play out once we reach there" rumbled Septimus finally as he continued flying...
Several hours later, The Dragon descended towards the ground. the dust storm had begun to clear from the ground below, as above, the sky had darkened, the brim of the sun's golden disk barely visible on the horizon, the blood red sky quickly shifting to a rich purple hue. Even so far above the earth, and with his own navigational skill, tracking down the oasis in the desert had been difficult. the storm had obscured the earth below, and only after a period of searching had he managed to finally track down the location of the desert city. As the name implied, the lake around which the city was built shimmered on odd silver hue, seemingly disregarding the colour of the sky above; something that was doubtlessly unnatural. Septimus had never been here before, and so little was known of this city that it was the source of endless myths and legends. small mud-brick houses dotted the area around the lake, and palm trees could be seen interspersed throughout the city. wooden protrusions could be seen along the uppermost parts of the walls, less than a foot from the suspected ceiling of the houses; the support beams for the rough. herds of camels, sheep and a few unfamiliar looking creatures could be seen being herded into the city, from the surrounding desert. large corrals dotted the outer reaches of the city, where these animals were undoubtedly kept. For a desert city, Silverlake seemed startlingly prosperous...
Elsewhere, Andruil and his comrades had finally passed Shadepines, the ancient, haunted wood finally behind them. ahead of them was a lightly forested area, within which stood the willows that interweaved to form Andruil's camp. seeing the camp in the distance, he spurred Thalion onwards, pointing the powerful hippogriff downwards towards the ground, receiving a partially annoyed, partially relieved snort from the beast as it descended, ceasing to beat his wings, gliding slowly towards the ground. "We're here, Vix" said Andruil softly, the wind having calmed sufficiently at this altitude to allow his voice to be heard...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG