Alacritis Is Expanding!
12-28-2013, 09:56 PM
Oh, count me in! But as for Lu's Companion Contest, I don't really need a companion right now. If I by any chance happen to win it, please pass it along to the next person! (:
The God's Garden: (South)
Stone foundations and rotting wooden poles strew the ground, clustering in a cleared field. The thicket of the woods encroaches year by year, but for now the clearing remains choked with herbs of all sorts. Once cultivated and grown in neat clusters, they now spread wild, and many otherwise rare plants grow in abundance.
The Barrows: (East)
Low, rolling hills crisscross the horizon, in unnatural shapes. The smell of death and decay is always faint on the air, though the land is plentiful and lush. Seen from above, they swirl into shapes of birds, serpents, and two leg objects. If you are lucky and vigilant, you can sometimes find old relics that have worked their way up through the soil.
Redwater Rocks: (West)
Ironically, there is very little water to be found in this place. The land, all barren sandstone, seems to ripple as if it is the surface of a giant wave. It is colored and layered in every shade of red, brown, tan, and white, as if painted by the hands of the gods. The wind and rain has scoured the surfaces smooth, carving out canyons and gulleys and caverns. Where the rock is not rolling, it stands as tall monoliths, with the occasional large stone balanced precariously on columns of harder rock.
The Marble Wash: (North)
This ancient riverbed is like few others. Nestled at the bottom of a verdant valley, the age-old river, now dried and gone, spent centuries wearing at the earth. By happenstance, it eroded along a long vein of white, gray, and gold marble. The rock of this landscape gleams a pristine white, as milky as bone. It colors steep cliffs and smooth, shining boulders at the base of the valley, and occasional spurts shooting up from the dirt. In bright light, or late dusk, the stones gleam and give off an otherworldly glow.
The Orchard: (South)
What may once have been a neat, orderly stand of fruit trees, is now an overgrown, rundown grove of apples, pears, peaches, and plums. In the spring time the land is filled with a sweet, heady sccent and the buzzing of insects. In fall it is overrun with prey animals trying to get their fill. Pups might enjoy a sweet taste of fruit every now and then, and the blossoms make for a serene area to spend the day with a mate or loved one.
Wild Grape Woods: (North)
Ancient oaks, walnuts, and beech trees dominate this grove, and blot out almost all of the sunlight. Their thick trunks are rivaled only by the redwoods. From the heights drop thick vines of Wild Grape, some nearly as wide as a wolf's torso. It is a maze of twisting, curling fauna. No undergrowth mars the silky, sandy soil, save for the most hardy. When the grapes are at their ripest, in late fall, the wood bursts to life with the sound of birdsong.
Shimmer Sand Creek: (East)
Flecks of mica dot the substrate of this waterway, bringing the small, bubbling creek alive with glittering light. Large, smooth, moss covered boulders border the causeway, and oaks and maples make silent sentinels in the surrounding woods. The occasional fallen tree makes a peaceful perch over the water: an excellent place to meditate or relax. The water is so clear you can see down to the rocks below, no matter the depth.
The Everforest: (West)
An ancient volcanic eruption buried these trees in ash. Over time the organic matter decomposed, and was filled with firmer, sturdier stone. Over time, as the rain and wind worked the land, only the fossil trees were left standing. At most they seem to be only queer pillars of rock, but occasionally one has retained branches or hollows, betraying their true nature. The land is rocky, with little plant growth, and lends visitor's an eery, unnatural feeling.
Ghost Swamp: (North)
This murky, dank bog is a treacherous place indeed. It is shrouded in constant fog, and the sphagnum moss and peat sinks could easily swallow the unwitting. It is most certainly haunted, though by what is unknown. At night, those lost among it's depths might see lights flickering from within, and be led astray. Eerie calls, moans, and howls whistle through tree branches, which are always bare, no matter the season. This is a good place for dark deeds.
The Berry Patch: (South/East)
This small grove is the perfect play place for pups, or just for a relaxing day. The sunny meadow is surrounded on all sides by trees, and meadow grass fills its center along with a plethora of fruit bearing shrugs. Elderberries, blueberries, cloudberries, strawberries; No one is certain how the seeds all got to this piece of land, but it is a popular location for wolves, birds... and bears.
Fossil Ridge: (West)
An earthquake struck this rolling plain long ago, and as consequence the sides of several hills and ridges fell away. No one could have expected the mysterious it would expose. Buried in the black soil and rock are large, ancient bones of all sorts. Skulls, femurs, fangs, vertebrae. A curious wolf might spend hours studying and excavating this area.
The Runestones: (North)
The fact that these standing stones are certainly man made does not make them any less fascinating. Whether it be a naturally lain boulder or a carved, chiseled pillar, all the stones in this mossy clearing have been inscribed with strange runes. X's, arrows, spikes, forks, spires, all unknown and unreadable, yet beautiful. The stones are made of granite, and glimmer in the moonlight.
Heron Lake: (South)
This small lake is a prime migration stop for many aquatic birds, and dozens of species can be found here at any given time. The most prominent of these are the Great Blue Herons, which can be found in the hundreds during the spring time. The water is clean, with a bounty of fish in it's water, and a bounty of eggs and birds ripe for the hunting on it's shores.
Lily Pad Lagoon: (East)
This lagoon is a set of tranquil cascades and pools. Stones smoothed by years of flow cover it's banks and bottoms. The water is crystal clear and mountain spring fed. Cattails border off pools, offering a certain sense of privacy, and Lily Pads float gently, hosting flowers and frogs. The buzzing of dragonflies, croaking of frogs, preeing of salamanders, rustling of leaves, and gurgling of water make a symphony so sweet, its equal cannot be found anywhere else.
Iron Peak: (North)
This mountain top is cold and forbidding, and dark as night. Starting from halfway up it's length, veins of iron grow in number, coming together in a solid metal cap at it's top. During the summer months, when the snow retreats, this black mountain stands out in stark comparison against it's gray brothers. Plant life is scant in the metallic soil, where soil even exists. Little warmth is born or held in the ground, and even in summer the air here holds a chill.
The God's Garden: (South)
Stone foundations and rotting wooden poles strew the ground, clustering in a cleared field. The thicket of the woods encroaches year by year, but for now the clearing remains choked with herbs of all sorts. Once cultivated and grown in neat clusters, they now spread wild, and many otherwise rare plants grow in abundance.
The Barrows: (East)
Low, rolling hills crisscross the horizon, in unnatural shapes. The smell of death and decay is always faint on the air, though the land is plentiful and lush. Seen from above, they swirl into shapes of birds, serpents, and two leg objects. If you are lucky and vigilant, you can sometimes find old relics that have worked their way up through the soil.
Redwater Rocks: (West)
Ironically, there is very little water to be found in this place. The land, all barren sandstone, seems to ripple as if it is the surface of a giant wave. It is colored and layered in every shade of red, brown, tan, and white, as if painted by the hands of the gods. The wind and rain has scoured the surfaces smooth, carving out canyons and gulleys and caverns. Where the rock is not rolling, it stands as tall monoliths, with the occasional large stone balanced precariously on columns of harder rock.
The Marble Wash: (North)
This ancient riverbed is like few others. Nestled at the bottom of a verdant valley, the age-old river, now dried and gone, spent centuries wearing at the earth. By happenstance, it eroded along a long vein of white, gray, and gold marble. The rock of this landscape gleams a pristine white, as milky as bone. It colors steep cliffs and smooth, shining boulders at the base of the valley, and occasional spurts shooting up from the dirt. In bright light, or late dusk, the stones gleam and give off an otherworldly glow.
The Orchard: (South)
What may once have been a neat, orderly stand of fruit trees, is now an overgrown, rundown grove of apples, pears, peaches, and plums. In the spring time the land is filled with a sweet, heady sccent and the buzzing of insects. In fall it is overrun with prey animals trying to get their fill. Pups might enjoy a sweet taste of fruit every now and then, and the blossoms make for a serene area to spend the day with a mate or loved one.
Wild Grape Woods: (North)
Ancient oaks, walnuts, and beech trees dominate this grove, and blot out almost all of the sunlight. Their thick trunks are rivaled only by the redwoods. From the heights drop thick vines of Wild Grape, some nearly as wide as a wolf's torso. It is a maze of twisting, curling fauna. No undergrowth mars the silky, sandy soil, save for the most hardy. When the grapes are at their ripest, in late fall, the wood bursts to life with the sound of birdsong.
Shimmer Sand Creek: (East)
Flecks of mica dot the substrate of this waterway, bringing the small, bubbling creek alive with glittering light. Large, smooth, moss covered boulders border the causeway, and oaks and maples make silent sentinels in the surrounding woods. The occasional fallen tree makes a peaceful perch over the water: an excellent place to meditate or relax. The water is so clear you can see down to the rocks below, no matter the depth.
The Everforest: (West)
An ancient volcanic eruption buried these trees in ash. Over time the organic matter decomposed, and was filled with firmer, sturdier stone. Over time, as the rain and wind worked the land, only the fossil trees were left standing. At most they seem to be only queer pillars of rock, but occasionally one has retained branches or hollows, betraying their true nature. The land is rocky, with little plant growth, and lends visitor's an eery, unnatural feeling.
Ghost Swamp: (North)
This murky, dank bog is a treacherous place indeed. It is shrouded in constant fog, and the sphagnum moss and peat sinks could easily swallow the unwitting. It is most certainly haunted, though by what is unknown. At night, those lost among it's depths might see lights flickering from within, and be led astray. Eerie calls, moans, and howls whistle through tree branches, which are always bare, no matter the season. This is a good place for dark deeds.
The Berry Patch: (South/East)
This small grove is the perfect play place for pups, or just for a relaxing day. The sunny meadow is surrounded on all sides by trees, and meadow grass fills its center along with a plethora of fruit bearing shrugs. Elderberries, blueberries, cloudberries, strawberries; No one is certain how the seeds all got to this piece of land, but it is a popular location for wolves, birds... and bears.
Fossil Ridge: (West)
An earthquake struck this rolling plain long ago, and as consequence the sides of several hills and ridges fell away. No one could have expected the mysterious it would expose. Buried in the black soil and rock are large, ancient bones of all sorts. Skulls, femurs, fangs, vertebrae. A curious wolf might spend hours studying and excavating this area.
The Runestones: (North)
The fact that these standing stones are certainly man made does not make them any less fascinating. Whether it be a naturally lain boulder or a carved, chiseled pillar, all the stones in this mossy clearing have been inscribed with strange runes. X's, arrows, spikes, forks, spires, all unknown and unreadable, yet beautiful. The stones are made of granite, and glimmer in the moonlight.
Heron Lake: (South)
This small lake is a prime migration stop for many aquatic birds, and dozens of species can be found here at any given time. The most prominent of these are the Great Blue Herons, which can be found in the hundreds during the spring time. The water is clean, with a bounty of fish in it's water, and a bounty of eggs and birds ripe for the hunting on it's shores.
Lily Pad Lagoon: (East)
This lagoon is a set of tranquil cascades and pools. Stones smoothed by years of flow cover it's banks and bottoms. The water is crystal clear and mountain spring fed. Cattails border off pools, offering a certain sense of privacy, and Lily Pads float gently, hosting flowers and frogs. The buzzing of dragonflies, croaking of frogs, preeing of salamanders, rustling of leaves, and gurgling of water make a symphony so sweet, its equal cannot be found anywhere else.
Iron Peak: (North)
This mountain top is cold and forbidding, and dark as night. Starting from halfway up it's length, veins of iron grow in number, coming together in a solid metal cap at it's top. During the summer months, when the snow retreats, this black mountain stands out in stark comparison against it's gray brothers. Plant life is scant in the metallic soil, where soil even exists. Little warmth is born or held in the ground, and even in summer the air here holds a chill.