[Wildlands Location] Priskil's Pond

[Harlequill]

"The tale of this pond begins with a legend, and it does not end as long as there is hope." Around the year 300 A.V. the races who had taken refuge beneath the earth were once again returning to the surface of Mizahar. Even more so than modern times the ravages of the Valterrian were visible, and brought pain to the hearts of the people. As they took stock of their situation they prepared the land for the rebuilding their descendents would accomplish. It was during this generation that Priskil's Pond was discovered by three magicians: A father, his daughter, and her husband. As is sometimes the case among magicians the father had taught his daughter the art, and she had in turn taught her husband some years later. The three were unwelcome among those who had rejoined the surface, for magicians are an unpredictable lot. In their travels they sought a new home among the vastly changed landscape of Mizahar. Among those who gazed upon their new world there was much despair. Alone and outcast, the three turned their prayers to Priskil, asking only for the spark of hope to aid them in continuing the journey. It is said that through the years they traveled, their perseverance and refusal to succumb to failure attracted the attention of the goddess. It was she who guided the trio to this body of water, now known as Priskil's Pond. The water was cool and refreshing, the trees bore bounteous fruit which sated the hunger and dried well for storing, and the animals which grazed upon the lush green grass were plentiful and savory. In this place they found not only the means which they needed to survive, but the hope necessary to survive without the love of their fellow man in the ruins of their world. So grateful were they that the family dedicated the pond and its surrounding beauty as a living shrine to Priskil. Each night, as they prepared to seek sleep with the hope for a brighter tomorrow burning in their breast, the family made an offering of themselves to the goddess' shrine. The father, who had an affinity for the earth, took a small part of himself and transformed it into rich soil that now cups the trees and water in its lifegiving embrace. The daughter, who had an affinity for the water, took a small part of herself and transformed it into the clear glistening water which now reflects the sun beautifully each morning. The husband, who had an affinity for the air, took a small part of himself and released it into the air which now rustles the leaves and nourishes the lungs of the animals in the shrine. What became of the family is lost in the mysteries of time. Perhaps even Priskil was unable to save them from the madness and obscurity that claims the lives of so many wizards in Mizahar. Regardless, after all this time the living shrine still stands. According to modern maps the pond rests between Zeltiva and Syliras, near the center of the Sylira region. Any traveler who finds this pond feels the love of that family and the warmth of Priskil's hope. Any aurist which gazes upon the shrine can still glimpse the essence of magic in the water, the earth, and the air. It remains, in the heart of the wilds, a beacon of hope among all the unwelcoming chaos of nature.

[Phipreas]

61th Summer 510 AV

Relaxing by the calm pond he closed his wings finally and fell down, "They were just desperate, they left the town limits for my wings... uh..."

The others nodded, they'd been running for almost two days, it was midday now, and he was without any camping equipment. Considering everything he'd chosen the worse location to go drink at. Of course the morons would want his wings. It's why he was armed, but damn it all, he thought he would be able to get some rest before finding some work.

"Well least we finally lost them. Gotta admit this place sure is beautiful beyond measure."

Sitting back, he took in the radiance of this location, pulling out his pad and writing a verse.

Shocked by the awe,
blinded by the suprise.
Many the hopeful image
shows to the brave,
rippling through the
ether of this pool.
While other are
struck by the bliss
that is Priskil's Pond.

The girl saw him writing tapped his shoulder casually.

[Ben Traven]

Ben got comfortable on a near by tree and watched at the lake in awe he had never in his 20 years of existence he had seen something that beautiful. Ben stared at the lake for a while and then got his backpack and looked around in it for his book dusted it down and went to page 17 hoping he could find something on plants that we could use from the area .

Ben watched Loren closely he didn't trust her that much since he just met her. Ben thought ahh its just another i just met you thing he would eventually get over it. Ben quickly skimmed skimmed the page and found nothing it just talked about common plants. Ben heard himself say before you don't buy common books lack advanced information or detailed information, Ben looked up at the sky and smiled to himself and fell asleep.

[Phipreas]

Dropping his pad he looked to the pond, so far his travelling had achieved nothing amazing, except getting here. It was best he travel alone for now, because these people were just extra baggage he didn't need. Packing his possessions he flew off heading back to civilization.

Waving down at the people, it was night and they'd gone to sleep, he'd left a note, but doubted to be honest they'd understand. He had a mission and anything else came second.