±Ţħĕ թдցай Ẅჹ჻րչႴ°±²

The Living Forest warps and bends to form a lattice -a tunnel of winding stems & vines prevails. - - This is a Living Gateway into the Enchanted Forest, These StoneCircles are a Gatekey;
The mysterious figure of the enchantress - guardian spirit of the enchanted woods is here. She holds her special root = sapling of the Obbos' tree. You may travel into the enchanted Woods if you chose
- the concious forest here seems almost to have a mind - some type of Garden Maze - a labyrinth of a hedgemaze sems to grow, it seems suggestive that the Mind of the Forest itself has shaped and changed the maze, grown as trickery! Almost as if the mind of the forest would want you to walk a specific path, to guide? or mislead you?
you can take your chances: Go through the plant-tunnel into the enchanted forest, or, travel via the StoneCircles.

This must be the swirling mists that spiral around the mountain. Caught in a vortex of sub-tropical energy:
the shrouded mistlands encircle the mountain environ ~
precipitous weather & fog storms swirl around the mid-altitude ranges;
a mountain volcanic equator, contrasted to the
cooler valleys below.
the precipitation and mists condense in a beautiful splendour
of moisture - cloudfog
the fern valley, sways ;
entranced under a strange hum of life;
this is the real world.
if only we can stay here?
perhaps we shall.

The Vale is covered with a close spritual energy, the woods loom , and its spirit presses in on all the beings here, so loving, so deep, radiant, lifefull, self-embellishing.
Four Blue Radiant Crystal Stones encircle an entrance , a Wayfarer Portal
  It leads into the Night -Forest Mother's Domain
   if accessiable or not....the chances are it only Opens as a portal during the Night...
.
The adroitley perched rocks, as if some mind had placed them there,
clusters of spagnum mosses & fae-green lichens sprout from every concievable    surface ....the world down here smells of mud, The cool & damp smell of caves seems apparent...
   It were as if this land were Blessed and had been perfecetly tended into harmonic balance , yet the earth still seems moved, tilled... too far...
Since the dawn of all the ages.
- the PaganWorld sat, mulling over - to itself, hiding closely hidden secrets...
the world fed it rain, moisture, sunlight, moonlight, and it persisted & evolved.

~ Time passed and then one day some Mages weaved into the land.

they bestowed rights & enshrined the forgotten land,
  - the wizards cleansed
the path for the PaganWorld's glory.

they Took the courage , to take the bargain of an attractive Gem from a mysterious creature, for he was the DarkHeart of this land, lest did they know;
and from there
the Mages were able to strike a deal with the Hidden Guardian of the Forest. - who promised them dreams of everything. Promised them
a world that could take care of itself,

~ the thick,wet grasses bind your movement.
"quick, get back, Under here! quickly!!"
- there is a woodland Elf-... bearing for attention...
"Hde, with me. quickly." "There's no use, waiting.

that things, a Forest-Wurm.
a Flat-Wurm. sometimes, even deadlier.
duck under these marsh reeds with me.
we'll stay out of its way for a moment.
They glide down the valleyts,
coming from the dense norther forest,
no doubt...
off to some darker depths unknown,
knowing their kind. hardly beasts.
overgorwn parasites, unearthly.

-the Elf waits for a while. looks at you..
almost smiling, almost laughing.
the adrenalin levels are supreme,
time to laugh!
before anything else continues,
You decide to slip away,
you grab some footing, heave yourself down ,
fast down the slippery mossy rocks,
past he leaves, dried no the forest-

and make a short turn down and slide
yourself down the rock into the
caven edge below...

it is here, that choice and decision
seem opreable.
the way seems obscure.
the pathways are perilous,
odd chasms seem to open here, a darker valley sits Yonder -

"Listen! You, Outsider." I noticed you before, but you didn;t listen up.
you aren't from around here,areyou? but i need to tell you things.this place....
It's not real. the Way they portray it. See. The forest is dreaming...
this is our village. the CastleCity ones do come.
and collect their dues. they are supposed to support us.
But its not like they make out. That place is lost to Metal.
its not the same. the worldisin arut.
Listen, all we have is this village. We let the spirits do our work.
to do these...things. You need to venture deeper into the land behind the village forest canopy,
- deeper into the clearning... Celestya Tree~⸙~⸙⸙village is on the other side.
Youmust Go in through these woods, and Meet the Shaman. this is a time of urgency.
you will find the path. hurry now. ask for their help. Do not take the path back up into the
Ruins above, -it leads into a doomed world. that place lurks unusualdangers, But here, the forest lives Itsnature spirits protect.

{{ There is a FaeGate (portal) here which has Opened,
not a true portal, which would incur involvement of the portal¬lands, But neither a Woodland
Realm wayfarer henge, This is: ~~theFae Summer Court ~~
the FaeGates are a unique collection of connected fae, or faerie dimensional gateways
they range and cover multiple specific Domains: Winterland,BarrenLand,Ice,the Green lands mountainscape...,

this region of the Pagan Realms turn into Swamp and marshes, This is the Katran Swamp: and
the FaeGate will reflect that: and transport You to: --the Katran Swamp FaeGate.

... moon orb do glow... back to space we will go. the ivy & the orbs, la la la ! ! !
the world downstream, it not as it seems
Elven hieroglophy, ties the forest at its seams...

The River Banks eddy & swell; Mist falls fast down-river.
There is a canal. And a Mooring.
Perhaps Wayfare passage is possible, if fair barter can be wagered
From the RiverMan?

There is someone Downstream.

The pagan world, seems an offering, - A strange place,, just almost.. . familiar....
too overwhelming, The forest juts this way and that, a plainsighted & alluring place.
There
But something else is here, You sense a drowsiness, a sleepiness, a tiredness washes over you , and you begin to lose control of your mind, memory and senses,
lost unto the forest, yet, feeling... relaxed,
totally safe, under control, you get sleepier and sleepier, drozing off,
~~~sleep~~~~
You may go to: the Twilight Zone
(the dreamland) If you choose to.

Yah, :ah..oldhills,,, roll'ed hills,
phranic presence,
dralonic inselensce !

yes,itisI,bemebe free,
one of the spirit of the trees
these Foxglove forests, do warm
theeheart, seriously, easy,
forgiven

It's almost like they ran the whole undercity through here, never to be built, abandoned, these waterways probably go back to the main city
sewers and canals ~

it feels like we are in the

back-orchard of the

mouldy-woods of gloon.

this place speaks for us, it speaks its own tone.
there might be a way back, hidden pools, growing amongst roots~_ .,~,\
mossy branches
doused in lichen - slither
downwards,
encircling the forest with their twindly
needles,
still air,
as if - subtly,
polluted
from the castle-city.
precarious slimy stairways
lead back into
the caves,
these whole woods seem weird, dark - but living - in shadow -
misty and dark- but it still seems as if day.
there is something here,
some eleents of the city are present. these waterspouts are outlets fromthe water-systems. these ruins....
there is part of the city labyrinth here, this walled-hedge-maze, comes from the city's divine gardens _
this was once part of the mystical retreat, the utopia palace gardens; a beautiful orchard grows here ~ still, timeless, water trickles gracefully here - time sits still,
ebb & flow meets chaos -
the mind drifts into a lullaby of symphonies
of a scintillating dreamlike nature ~
venturing deeper into
this forest could be uncertain . . . .

This is a strange place, so hidden! How would i have found it without.... such...,,

The boughs of trees Sigh off down into the Meadows... Mossy begotten cavernous dwellings fill the yawning....
here, we are not far from the Castle.
foundations & the under-labyrinth are around here, but further on into the Woods,
wander perhaps but not still... deeper and it seems more trecherous , wierder.... This must be the enchanted forest.
or at least oart if ut> the ruins of old E'eroz'ia'h Palace lie here, buring around the iovergrowth ....
there might be a way back to the GloomPalacecity around here..

Moisture & the soft drips of fine rain drip you to your toes, This land is Green, plenty, The tangle of the bush & shrubs tend to a flowering Alpine~esque
Mountan Grove, berries, blueblells, Laurel, of the Richly Chrllyphillic Dark-Green Hue'd leaves, leaf-litter and small insects crawl and scatter across the forest floor. -

- the Fair Arches & Ivy-Moss lined staircase that you came up through, atangle with bracken & branches.
the smell of evergreen fills the air.. abuzz chicadas chirp into the night still water.

something took your a'fancy, the place seems welcmining, enough...

the Pagan Realm's sanctuary spiders around the undergrowth,
semi~hidden magical doorsways are weld into the wood.

Atop here, sits most of the site,
but seemingly, the sanctury Has passages

You take a moment to breathe & drink some fresh water from the Steam.
presumabely these streams down down from the Rainl;ands & the stormworld....
You notice the forest around you.... paths s seem to lead off in different directions...
there might be a way however. the ruins lead into the oldcity,
we might be able to enter the sanctuary,
paths lead then again off into the woods in multiple places...

you are now in the land of: ±Ţħĕ թдցай Ẅჹ჻րչႴ°±²(the goddesses domain)

As youscramble a clear passage through the vines & brambles bushes, smells of the woodland begin to fill your lungs , and aerate your body, refreshing the mind... The Forest Woodland has a spirit, you know. It is a good being,of goodness, and health... the place is strange, an eerie yellow-golden light fills the crevesses and shines through the .... the smell
of chrolypgilic leaves and rotting foliage scent the air.. it is wet,rain. rain everywhere...this place is the fundemental foundation of Naturality, the World of UjLo~the pagan-realms.