Xandella Forest

Xandellas can be roleplayed and can find mates at the Garden Terrace!

The quiet trickle of the crystal clear stream whispers between the oak leaves. You brush aside a strand of stray hair and move along the zigzagging path, trying to remember why you decided to come this way. A gnarly old dragon mage pointed you in this direction, you remind yourself, while you were looking over the gardens, and you were just bored enough to follow their advice.

The forest parts a little ahead, you notice, just as a gentle whirring sound passes your ears. Perhaps there is something more to this trail, you tell yourself, and quicken your pace. The little stream that was following your path suddenly veers to the left, joining a suddenly appearing creek. The birds are quite in this place, but the noise continues to increase. The coolest of mists finds its way to your face, and you realize suddenly that the trees have all fallen away. Stopping in your tracks, you look across the sceen. You stand at the edge of a sharp but short cliff. The creek crashes againts the rocks below, sending a thick, clean mist into the air, and resting serenely against a large, flat rocky surface just beyond the falls, are a group of smallish looking winged dragons, all carrying staves, and all of different colors and patterns. One, all white except for its wings, stands out amongst the rest.

You make your way down the steep and rugged path, holding desperately on to the young trees daring enough to set down roots in such an area. As you reach the bottom, the group of dragons all turn towards you at once, and you stop, wondering suddenly if these creatures are friendly. Before you have a chance to decide to turn around, a buttery smooth voice echoes in your head, "It's alright. We won't do you any harm, so long as you don't do any to us." Feeling slightly better, you carefully hop across the few wobbly stepping stones sticking out of the gushing water.

Safely across the pool of water and on to the huge, flat rock, the party of dragons parts and seperates, leaving only the white dragon left. It cocks its head to one side, peering at you with its shimmery gem-like eyes. "You are a human," the voice echoes again, and you smile to yourself. "We don't see many humans in the forest here. My name is Randolf. Please, come and sit. We have much to talk about." Slightly startled, you go and join him on the sun warmed rock and listen to what he has to say.

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