NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5843844" data-attributes="member: 6680745">The party adjusted their gear and prepared themselves, each in their own way, to delve below the city. Each one had heard tales of monsters, the very stuff of nightmares, that live in ancient caverns below the earth. The gnomes foreboding tale of an abandoned city of lost magic only adds to their trepidation. Why did the vanishing happen? Where did the lost disappear to? What was responsible for forcing thousands to abandon their homes? And more importantly...was it still down there?----------------------------------------------------------------The spiral staircase continued for what seemed like miles. Val shook his head to shake off dizzyness as the monotony of turning left for an eternity took its tole. Wilbur’s light cast a soft white glow down the hallway, revealing the continuing artistry of the masonry. Despite the beauty of the stone work, relics of the people that had used this stairwell to flee their homes can be found every few steps. Step...Step...Step...Some shattered crockery where a widow had dropped her husbands urn. Step...Step...Step...An old rag doll that escaped the loving grasp of a child....Step...Step...Step...A broken steamer trunk, its contents no where to be found.Finally, after what seems like ages, the tunnel hits flat ground, and opens into a large hall. The Ceiling reaches up over 12 feet, which for a city of gnomes and dwarfs, seems towering. Unlike the beautiful, almost too perfect, masonry that led here...this room has been carved expertly from the living stone. It has a very organic feel to it, almost as if it were the inside of an earth burrowing creature’s den. The floor is exquisitely carved, much like the stairs, and a gear shaped door covers a passage on the far side of the room. The walls themselves have been covered, floor to ceiling, in brightly colored graffiti. Some of the work would pass for masterpieces in any nobles gallery. Some are but the inspired scribblings of a child. The gaily painted walls contrast with the refuse that liters the hall. Again, the cast offs of desperate refuges cover the floor: thing either too big or too heavy to take the rest of the way out of the city.Despite the disheveled appearance of the wall, an object in the middle of the room cannot be ignored. On a small round dais, shaped like a flower bed, a tree of tarnished silver appears to grow from the earth. Its branches are mostly barren, a few blackened silvery leaves dangle from some of the lower branches. On the earth below the tree, a carpeting of small blackened lumps of metal resemble the fallen leaves of a sick tree. On the lower branches, several ugly dark flowers can be seen sprouting from the silver wood. They seem to be made from some kind of oily dark metal. Despite their metallic construction, they seem to produce a foul perfume, like rotten garbage. Hanging from the branches you see several strange items, strung like ornaments on a tree. A string of teath, a bloody spear head, some kind of tribal fetish, a piece of dirty cloth....the items are all seemingly worthless bits and bobs.Wilbur focus’s his light on a fresco built into the floor in front of the tree. It depicts a gleaming silver tree at the height of spring, leaves hanging heavily from every branch. Flowers of every color and shape imaginable adorn it like gems in a courtesan’s hair. Beneath it are the following words.“A community depends on the gifts of all its people to grow strong. Give of yourself to Jzadurine, and she will welcome you. Jzadruine draws upon the abilities of all her children to make herself strong”</blockquote>

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