Post by Fenix on Dec 13, 2017 14:11:13 GMT -5
Trees crowd together in a tucked away cropping of the King's Forest. The thick blanket of their canopies cast a tattered shadow across the forest floor, peppering the foliage with spots of light that peek through from the moon's smile. Moss grew in thick patches on the trunks of the trees, and vines hung low from their branches, decorated with loose leaves that clung to them dearly. The winter air nipped the bases of the trees with frost, the grass dressed in a glistening white-silver of icy dew.
Amid this scene sat a lone platform, constructed of rickety old wooden slats with no conformity. Thick braided ropes tie into the corners of the platform, disappearing up into the depths of the canopy. Some feet above, a sign dangled lone from a stray, low hung branch.
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High in the treetops where the winter air danced lovingly with the light of the moon, a lone lumber home sat bathed in their loving glow. Small wooden pathways weave their frail way through the high branches, nestled almost unseen against the trunks. The cold breeze shook these walkways, cause them to sway and buck back and forth, yet never seeming to come loose. Along their route, small lanterns hung freely, bearing luminescent, illusory flames inside their paper chambers. The gentle flicker emulated the natural light of the moon, only casting enough light to illuminate the footholds. A series of curious creatures would creep their way up interested, only to scatter at the sight of another wanderer.
As the paths converged upon the nestled home, the sight of smoke drifting through an opening in the roof became apparent. It lingered thickly in the air, wafting freely from an unseen campfire. The lights of fireflies danced together with the floating sparks that escaped with the camp smoke, and littered the pathways surrounding the building. Heavy wood doors that kept the elements at bay sat partly open, and the inviting murmur of tired voices and jostling customers lingered inside. Creatures of the night gazed upon it with interest, many daring to go no further. But inside, the sight of a welcoming fire sent cascades of light across the scene within.
Tables lined the walls, old and worn looking, patched together with mismatched wood and aged ropes. Cushions and low benches littered the edges of the room, and piled even higher at the center surrounding a roaring hearthfire burning in a heavy clay bowl. People of all races crowded around it in varying states of sobriety, lost to the world outside despite the cool breeze that fought to enter through the ajar doorway. A slender woman paused at each of the groups, offering both drinks and a warming smile in equal amounts, and a sweet giggle to the kinder patrons. Those with a looser tongue found themselves far less pleasantly treated. Laughs accompanied ashamed looks.
Behind the bar, two men made themselves busy. One attends to the kitchen, and an array of salves and poultices that littered a shelf. He dressed in plain clothes, with his hair tied messily out of his face. Prismatic eyes darted around the room as his attention flickered around busily, his smile soft as he seemed lost to himself. The other man was far more put together and handsome in a rugged way. Brown hair was pulled back boyishly, and his smile was easy. He leaned on the bar, speaking to a blushing woman with an easy voice, pushing another drink to a customer beside her. He smiled from his eyes, delightful green orbs that sparkled with a carefree mischief.
He stood tall as you approach.
"Welcome, wanderers, to the Arbor Rest. An inn for the weary of body, a tavern for the weary of heart, and a sanctuary for those weary of both and more."
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Arbor Rest: Background
The Arbor Rest is a natural home of three parts. The first part is an inn. It is a place for those whom travel far to rest, or for others that seek shelter to settle in a warm bed. The second is a tavern. It is a place for those with a weary head and worn heart to rest these as well. To air that which plagues the heart and mind, and to find comfort in the warmth of their drinks, and their company. The third part, and the most important part, is a sanctuary. The Arbor Rest is a sanctuary to creatures both civil and natural. It is a place for recovery, of the heart, the mind, and the body. It extends to our drinks, our beds, and most importantly, it comes from our healers. Each of those whom work for the rest are someone who dedicated themselves to caring for the land in some way. They care to cultivate a sense of comfort in those without one, and to allow those whom are in desperate need of healing to find it safely here.
It is not an uncommon sight for the Arbor Rest to be filled with animals, many even making nests and homes in the branches and trees surrounding its wake. In its construction, the Rest was built to be nestled hidden in the trees. It was constructed in the fashion of old elven architecture, that would be built -with- the land, rather than to impede it. The mismatch of wood and aged look of the construction are a testament to its reclaim of the wilds. Fashioned of the forgotten, and misused pieces of wood that were wasted, and put to new life.
Overall, the Rest was erected for a purpose. It was made to serve as a beacon, a tribute to Balance, in the eyes of those whom serve it. Silvanus teaches to balance all, meeting fire with water, death with new life, summer with winter. Silvanus also teaches to find solutions in new ways, and to approach a siutation from a new angle, one that most would not dare to dream of. One that most would question, or simply not understand. It is in these ideals that the Rest has been born. To fulfill a vision of balance between the world, and the wild.
Amid this scene sat a lone platform, constructed of rickety old wooden slats with no conformity. Thick braided ropes tie into the corners of the platform, disappearing up into the depths of the canopy. Some feet above, a sign dangled lone from a stray, low hung branch.
- - - - -
High in the treetops where the winter air danced lovingly with the light of the moon, a lone lumber home sat bathed in their loving glow. Small wooden pathways weave their frail way through the high branches, nestled almost unseen against the trunks. The cold breeze shook these walkways, cause them to sway and buck back and forth, yet never seeming to come loose. Along their route, small lanterns hung freely, bearing luminescent, illusory flames inside their paper chambers. The gentle flicker emulated the natural light of the moon, only casting enough light to illuminate the footholds. A series of curious creatures would creep their way up interested, only to scatter at the sight of another wanderer.
As the paths converged upon the nestled home, the sight of smoke drifting through an opening in the roof became apparent. It lingered thickly in the air, wafting freely from an unseen campfire. The lights of fireflies danced together with the floating sparks that escaped with the camp smoke, and littered the pathways surrounding the building. Heavy wood doors that kept the elements at bay sat partly open, and the inviting murmur of tired voices and jostling customers lingered inside. Creatures of the night gazed upon it with interest, many daring to go no further. But inside, the sight of a welcoming fire sent cascades of light across the scene within.
Tables lined the walls, old and worn looking, patched together with mismatched wood and aged ropes. Cushions and low benches littered the edges of the room, and piled even higher at the center surrounding a roaring hearthfire burning in a heavy clay bowl. People of all races crowded around it in varying states of sobriety, lost to the world outside despite the cool breeze that fought to enter through the ajar doorway. A slender woman paused at each of the groups, offering both drinks and a warming smile in equal amounts, and a sweet giggle to the kinder patrons. Those with a looser tongue found themselves far less pleasantly treated. Laughs accompanied ashamed looks.
Behind the bar, two men made themselves busy. One attends to the kitchen, and an array of salves and poultices that littered a shelf. He dressed in plain clothes, with his hair tied messily out of his face. Prismatic eyes darted around the room as his attention flickered around busily, his smile soft as he seemed lost to himself. The other man was far more put together and handsome in a rugged way. Brown hair was pulled back boyishly, and his smile was easy. He leaned on the bar, speaking to a blushing woman with an easy voice, pushing another drink to a customer beside her. He smiled from his eyes, delightful green orbs that sparkled with a carefree mischief.
He stood tall as you approach.
"Welcome, wanderers, to the Arbor Rest. An inn for the weary of body, a tavern for the weary of heart, and a sanctuary for those weary of both and more."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Arbor Rest: Background
The Arbor Rest is a natural home of three parts. The first part is an inn. It is a place for those whom travel far to rest, or for others that seek shelter to settle in a warm bed. The second is a tavern. It is a place for those with a weary head and worn heart to rest these as well. To air that which plagues the heart and mind, and to find comfort in the warmth of their drinks, and their company. The third part, and the most important part, is a sanctuary. The Arbor Rest is a sanctuary to creatures both civil and natural. It is a place for recovery, of the heart, the mind, and the body. It extends to our drinks, our beds, and most importantly, it comes from our healers. Each of those whom work for the rest are someone who dedicated themselves to caring for the land in some way. They care to cultivate a sense of comfort in those without one, and to allow those whom are in desperate need of healing to find it safely here.
It is not an uncommon sight for the Arbor Rest to be filled with animals, many even making nests and homes in the branches and trees surrounding its wake. In its construction, the Rest was built to be nestled hidden in the trees. It was constructed in the fashion of old elven architecture, that would be built -with- the land, rather than to impede it. The mismatch of wood and aged look of the construction are a testament to its reclaim of the wilds. Fashioned of the forgotten, and misused pieces of wood that were wasted, and put to new life.
Overall, the Rest was erected for a purpose. It was made to serve as a beacon, a tribute to Balance, in the eyes of those whom serve it. Silvanus teaches to balance all, meeting fire with water, death with new life, summer with winter. Silvanus also teaches to find solutions in new ways, and to approach a siutation from a new angle, one that most would not dare to dream of. One that most would question, or simply not understand. It is in these ideals that the Rest has been born. To fulfill a vision of balance between the world, and the wild.
