I had a dream last night about the temple of silvanus and its elven head
priestess. When the Mist came, it changed the fabric of space and time and
she felt the connection with nature and Silvanus tearing away, and her
apart. The pain was great, both physical and mental, the Mist drove her mad,
but not before she put her remaining energies into changing the temple so
that most who visit it will find it just another glade in the forest, but
for elvenkind and halflings, it will be a refuge.
Mirror Mask
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sacred Grove - Hall
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