Post by Bacchus on Sept 28, 2011 1:10:53 GMT -4
By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion.
Perfection graces the land with the trait of intoxicating value, its faults and dangers the foundation of its beauty, and its wealth unspoiled by human contact; only the unhindered wilderness exists, not yoked by meddling industry and evermore desirable, natural sophistication is undeniable when given the chance to grow.
The keepers of the land go about their lives, from the cold depths of Winterkeep, following the river Rubicon and across the seas until the edge of the world, where lakes of frighten the weak and welcome the strong; the wolves.