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the digital won't let me go
Who: Ysera, Morpheus, and the Greensworn
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.
The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.
Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.
Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.
Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]
[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.
The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.
Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.
Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.
Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]
[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]