Bryn Shander
03-12-2007, 13:43
Being December in the mountains of Icewind Dale, it was snowing as the stagecoach and its team of powerful draft horses plodded down the icy road. In the distance, the driver could barely make out the smokestacks of the Felysian capital through the falling snow. The air at this altitude was far thinner than the Bryn Shanderans in the coach were used to, and they noticed that some of the snow was falling black. The phenomenon amazed the clueless Bryn Shanderans, as they had never been to Felysia before.
When the stage traveled closer to the city, the Bryn Shanderans quickly understood why the snow was falling black. As they looked up they could see seemingly countless pillars of thick black smoke pouring into the sky from the many smokestacks in the highly industrialized city. Paradoxically, the city was largely constructed with finely cut and polished marble. Clearly, the Felysians were creatures of many faces.
It wasn't long before the coach arrived at and stopped in front of the building that they had been told was the seat of the Felysian government. It appeared to be a massive cathedral, but heavily fortified. All over the building were ornate carvings and statues dedicated to strange, foreign gods and heroes. The Bryn Shanderans could just stare in awe of the Felysian architecture and the brutal scenes depicted in some of the carvings.
"I wonder when those uncouth barbarians will arrive..." mused one of the men in the coach as he poured himself a glass of wine and adjusted his monocle.
When the stage traveled closer to the city, the Bryn Shanderans quickly understood why the snow was falling black. As they looked up they could see seemingly countless pillars of thick black smoke pouring into the sky from the many smokestacks in the highly industrialized city. Paradoxically, the city was largely constructed with finely cut and polished marble. Clearly, the Felysians were creatures of many faces.
It wasn't long before the coach arrived at and stopped in front of the building that they had been told was the seat of the Felysian government. It appeared to be a massive cathedral, but heavily fortified. All over the building were ornate carvings and statues dedicated to strange, foreign gods and heroes. The Bryn Shanderans could just stare in awe of the Felysian architecture and the brutal scenes depicted in some of the carvings.
"I wonder when those uncouth barbarians will arrive..." mused one of the men in the coach as he poured himself a glass of wine and adjusted his monocle.