03-07-2025, 01:56 AM
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Genuinely, he owed the elderly man who had told him of this area a thanks. A drink, whatever it was folk did here to celebrate. The man had offered advice on a quiet, peaceful place to hide away his belongings and study his arcane tomes. Below the waves, the only distractions came in the form of whatever creature drifted through the water to blot out the sun beam that filtered through, momentarily halting the rainbow hues that coiled almost like mist among the absurd canopy of fungal caps and scattered leafy foliage. The bed of moss cradled him in a grasp that lured him ever closer to the arms of slumber. It reminded him of his home, if he was honest. While Sylvhana certainly wasn't buried beneath a mystic ocean, it still felt just as isolated in his youth - less by the time he was able to fully recall things. Eventually, the spreading plague of man would also find this place as well - it would only be a matter of time before they invaded this haven as well and spread their carnage into this peaceful respite. Those that were here now seemed often those of faerie tales, huddled away from the upper world. They could easily shed their skins and become creatures of the water, an interesting talent in and of itself. As for him, he'd had to summon a bubble of air to surround his head to make the descent. Others congregated to avoid the sun. Patrons he held with great interest but did not approach on his own, hearing rumors of the dangers they presented. Warnings. Ones he was uncertain if he would heed in full. Regardless, he would enjoy the sanctuary for now. The steam from his tea rose and curled about the lip of the cup, almost inviting despite its horridly acrid scent. Herbs collected from the range near the border into his homeland that would sooth the savagery his craft wrought upon his throat. He drank it nearly daily, at least every time he cast a spell to ward away the miserable ache that followed. |
