



Clambering just out of sight, a small rodent like creature evades the sunlight as it rises to meet all who have wandered into this land. Mystery and spontaneous bursts of randomization created that which is the entire area. Plains filled with flowing grasses of varying species ripple under the winds gentle persuasion. Sparkling dew trickles upon the last surfaces closest to two bodies of water. A gurgling, slender, shallow river parts the terra before it cascades over a seven foot high embankment made entirely from the conjunction of five boulders. Spaced just so the water runs smoothly over the edge, ungelating with the contouring rock underneath. A shimmering pool gathers at the base until it flows into a stream similar to the river in attitude towards its fellow gatherings of water. Trees of various species push forth from the rich, blackened soil. Some congregate together so loneliness is starved away. A sense of peace seems to hold fast to this region upon entry; but alas, that's only the surface tension. Created by such a small rip in time, the questionable eighth plain of existence lies before you in wait of a flame to be ignited. All can be found here.
What lies before you? Could it be a city hidden behind the waterfall? Maybe a kingdom on the vast expanses past the entrance which you've just traveled. Yes. You've found yourself spontaneously surged through a portal of sorts. How did it happen? Who knows. All that remains is you've landed in the Mysterious Moorland with lands such as whatever the mind can fathom. The possibilities are endless in this place for only established is but one city. Under the flowing water, there in lies the opening to a city. A passageway between the boulders gives entrance to the ruined city of Clazvendale. This was a once prosperous city filled with every imaginable host or pest. Lingering along the entranceway is a line of ruins and encrypted sigles. Spells? Warnings? Messages? To whatever they are, there effects are still in place. The trigger, however, shows to be what lacks. Passing through the entrance, a dark, low ceiling with narrow passage shows you the way into the depths of this land. Long and winding it is, and, if you were to have a light handy, the same writings would find placement throughout the entire length of this tunnel. You start out on a downward grate that suddenly shifts into, gradually flat at first. That's when the tunnel follows a path up towards the surface. Through the entire length of this tunnel the twists and turns, ups and downs flow until the light of day breaks at the very end. Before you stands the ruins of what once was the city Clazvendale. Open to the air and outer world as it appears, the only means of advancing towards it is through the tunnel you just came out of. Approaching all but one side, there is nothing but a deep chasm almost half a mile in width around the entire place. Where there is not is at the back. There, only a downward fall meets the eyes before swooping into a misty cloud. Below this, you might assume there's a sea or ocean of sorts. For the smell of salty ocean air enters the nostrils as the crashing of waves preoccupies the ears. All around are the remains of buildings created from stone, marble, granite, limestone, slate and travertine. Some of them still stand as they had when they were lived in. Others haven't been as lucky. Crumbling statues of various odd appearing animals and creatures come to focus as you pass through. Strange as it is, it appears as if the pant life hasn't over taken the city yet; even though one can tell the city hasn't been inhabited for at least a hundred fifty years. Iron bars jut out from some of the once standing buildings where signs once were. Traces of some can be seen still. In the center of the city is, not a tower or castle by any means. Not even the vague appearance of a mighty building in the least. No. The center contains an open area surrounded by a circle of black granite and slate pillars. Seven in all as they rise from the almost black ground. Three circles of that same granite interspersed with flecks of various gems grow smaller and smaller in size until the seemingly open middle is reached. However, placed in the ground there is a circle of colored diamonds with a large clear one in the middle. The purpose? Unknown as of this current point in time.
Perhaps once the secrets of this place unfolds all will come full circle. Until then, the time spent here should be enjoyed. As far as is known about this world, universe, plain of existence, whatever you want to call it, is that which has been stated. There's a world of wonder waiting for you. Are you ready to enter it?
On a side note:
Upon the marquee, various tasks will be placed so the chat can have purpose other than a gathering of friends or foes.
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