Poles shift weight towards the western boundries of the Shadow lands. Daggers strike forth as you move towards destination. You follow the path silently, the emerald canopy thins reslising the lemon orbs rays upon your paintwork. The orbs full force can be felt as you move slowly towards oasis of liquid to quench your thirst. As you stand upon the oasis a hub of the lands you look around. Pools take in the many sights, all lands are barren, humid of sandy texture. Little water of shelter is given and all creatures share the same pool of water. Some lands have a little liquid within their touches as they are blessed with a tiny shade, these are the best lands within the West.
Oasis
Sands of Time
Everglade
Shifting winds
~Make another choice~
~Return to the shadows~
