Post by snotlout on Oct 10, 2015 0:50:39 GMT
Where the Blasted Hills meet the hillish beginnings of a plateau lies the Tirashan forest. Back during the Exalted March that decimated the elves and all they had reclaimed, it is said that the last of the elvhen army that had not been captured fled into the depths of the forest; a hundred, perhaps less, their emanciated backs disappearimg through the leaves as the gloried gold armor of the shemlen came over the last hill. Among them were the last of the Emerald Warriors, the old and the unable, the wounded in battle who retreated in order to come back twice as strong. The Orlesians were not to cross into the towering forest; "Nothing of the Maker grows there," the chevaliers jeered. "They shall surely perish or starve."
No one is sure what became of the elves. After the Glory age, many chantry expeditions wandered into the forest but none had ever come back.
The trees of the forest rise free and proud into the towering sky. The sun is at its peak, but the height of the trees block it out and an inky shadow creeps across the plains before the entrance of the trees. At the edge of the shadow the still lit embers of a fire flicker. A half written letter addressed to someone named Inan sits on the a stump. A pag of potions, apothecary needs and books sit next to it. Someone has been here, not too long ago.
This is your destination. Soon, you will go into the unclaimed depths of the forest with a small company to find a ruin only hinted at by the most obscure books. Even Orlais refuses to claim its land.
Pray to whatever god you will.
No one is sure what became of the elves. After the Glory age, many chantry expeditions wandered into the forest but none had ever come back.
The trees of the forest rise free and proud into the towering sky. The sun is at its peak, but the height of the trees block it out and an inky shadow creeps across the plains before the entrance of the trees. At the edge of the shadow the still lit embers of a fire flicker. A half written letter addressed to someone named Inan sits on the a stump. A pag of potions, apothecary needs and books sit next to it. Someone has been here, not too long ago.
This is your destination. Soon, you will go into the unclaimed depths of the forest with a small company to find a ruin only hinted at by the most obscure books. Even Orlais refuses to claim its land.
Pray to whatever god you will.
