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Valdyna Weiroon
The little elf shrugged his head as he loitered about, his feet wandering only a few paces away from a deep round sinkhole. without a care of the word he didn't seem too much fazed by how deep the thing was, or just how dangerous going in might have been.
The sinkhole appeared almost unnatural, perfectly round with a diameter of 10 meters and what appeared as... charred logs sticking out from the walls like some kinda wicked teeth lining belonging to a hungry leech. They continued to spiral down into the pitch black abyss.
It was, it was called...the Great stinkhole, or so at least the locals called it, the hole had an uncanny smell to it. Supposedly it was a place where many a wizard would hide their artefacts, and for children to throw rocks in. One of the many things supposedly thrown in was a necklace belonging to the long deceased countess DuVett, it was enchanted and a highly prized item.
And thus Faelin stood there, the first of the band of explorers to be here, and in his boredoom, he peered into the hole once more. His dark elven instincts giving him a bad feeling about it.
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(also i'm like lowkey DMing the environment huhe and will diligently respond to all smell-touch-look-stab environment detailseeking stuff)
The little elf shrugged his head as he loitered about, his feet wandering only a few paces away from a deep round sinkhole. without a care of the word he didn't seem too much fazed by how deep the thing was, or just how dangerous going in might have been.
The sinkhole appeared almost unnatural, perfectly round with a diameter of 10 meters and what appeared as... charred logs sticking out from the walls like some kinda wicked teeth lining belonging to a hungry leech. They continued to spiral down into the pitch black abyss.
It was, it was called...the Great stinkhole, or so at least the locals called it, the hole had an uncanny smell to it. Supposedly it was a place where many a wizard would hide their artefacts, and for children to throw rocks in. One of the many things supposedly thrown in was a necklace belonging to the long deceased countess DuVett, it was enchanted and a highly prized item.
And thus Faelin stood there, the first of the band of explorers to be here, and in his boredoom, he peered into the hole once more. His dark elven instincts giving him a bad feeling about it.
~*~
(also i'm like lowkey DMing the environment huhe and will diligently respond to all smell-touch-look-stab environment detailseeking stuff)
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