drawa

By Sebastian Wagner on Deviantart Somewhere south of the Drawa River in the Ixchel Wilds... Elaine was convinced she was dead. Staring up at the shafts of warm sunlight filtering through the leaves, the pale duanann maiden shivered instinctively as a warm breeze flowed around her perch...

It was far, far from the blightlands proper, where Drawa split the land into three. And yet, the land was flat and barren just as much...But it was not quite dead as on first look. Bushes, rare flowers and shrubs. Only bushes rare flowers and shrubs, an expansive heath in bloom as far as one...