Someone on the WOTC boards gave a rather interesting description of what the Far Realms would be like, i am bored so i am posting it here. The description is by Tevish Szat.
I drempt of my death once, but now it dreams of me/and only rats and rotting flesh can hear my silent plea.
Ah, the far realm. to see the defaning silence of the colossal midget's laughing screams and taste the sad exhaliration of the black sun's frozen fire, smelling the delecate taste of fine dungs and hearing the pleasing vile scent of roses in the evning before the moon reaches its apex for dawn.
Mad? thats only the begining. here light moves at a snails pace and darkens where it should illuminate while the living ghosts sing the silent songs that bring the colors of the midnight noon to the cheeks of a black pudding who's complexion never changes and plays chess on a mah-jong board with a dragon with a tail for a head and his head on his tail and a baby who has learned in his long life all the things he still dosn't know.
But here is not here, so the grand mugwup, who is the lowest of all peoples did edict before there was here and here was everywhere and the people declared him grand mugwup for being a horrible grand mugwup in the future and never paid attention to his speeches to which attention must be paid. the grand mugwup died one day before breakfast but was born after dinner and conceived before he woke up to go to the breakfast which he died before.
Let it be known how the heroic villian fended off four of the evil hero's best worst lackey masters because they had killed him and he felt no rancor about it after the fact. after all no one always wins but someone wins every time in order that the game thet no one plays can begin for everyone to participate in.
I drempt of my death once, but now it dreams of me/and only rats and rotting flesh can hear my silent plea.
Ah, the far realm. to see the defaning silence of the colossal midget's laughing screams and taste the sad exhaliration of the black sun's frozen fire, smelling the delecate taste of fine dungs and hearing the pleasing vile scent of roses in the evning before the moon reaches its apex for dawn.
Mad? thats only the begining. here light moves at a snails pace and darkens where it should illuminate while the living ghosts sing the silent songs that bring the colors of the midnight noon to the cheeks of a black pudding who's complexion never changes and plays chess on a mah-jong board with a dragon with a tail for a head and his head on his tail and a baby who has learned in his long life all the things he still dosn't know.
But here is not here, so the grand mugwup, who is the lowest of all peoples did edict before there was here and here was everywhere and the people declared him grand mugwup for being a horrible grand mugwup in the future and never paid attention to his speeches to which attention must be paid. the grand mugwup died one day before breakfast but was born after dinner and conceived before he woke up to go to the breakfast which he died before.
Let it be known how the heroic villian fended off four of the evil hero's best worst lackey masters because they had killed him and he felt no rancor about it after the fact. after all no one always wins but someone wins every time in order that the game thet no one plays can begin for everyone to participate in.
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