Never Cry Wolf

Dreamscape Escape

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Wildthing Mountain Chain To the west, and blocking out most of the sunlight in the evening, is a simply massive mountain chain, culminating in a behemoth of a peak entitled Clklak Mountain. The several smaller peaks are dwarfed by the Clklak, and many have lost their names in the background, so the chain is often simply called the Wildthing. The Wildthing stretches across the entire western shore, presenting an ugly cliff face to the setting sun, and is only broken by the river, separating its final peak from the rest of the chain. The Wildthing is often steep and perilous, home to many a mountain goat or lion, with bats roosting in caves and owls hooting in treetops. It provides a decent challenge to even the best of wolf climbers, but the view from the top is spectacular.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Blackhills Lying in the shadow of the Wildthing Mountain Chain, the foothills are often cast in shadow. Even on a sunny morning, the height of the easternly hills and the valleys below them often cast eager, toothy shadows across the land. And so, they are quite simply called the Blackhills. A common prey animal found here is the musk ox, providing a hefty challenge with its bulk and helmet of hard, bony horn. Like the musk ox, the land is shaped lumpy and hard, a quiet enough place, but often boring. The Blackhills are a waystay, a small rest stop on the way to the Clklak, the Tritium Caverns, or Stoneface to the east.	1	0	Feb 8 2007, 02:12 AM In: Don't miss it By: molaunterbizone
Tritium Caverns Just east of the Clklak, and just north of the Blackhills, a large cave lays nestled into the sheer rock of the northern clifface. While difficult to get into, it's not exactly a dangerous journey except for the faint of heart or unsteady of foot. The caverns extend far back, branching out like a giant anthill under the foothills and the mountain chain, and even to the roots of the standing stones. What is truly amazing about the Tritium Caverns- indeed, where they find their name- are the embedded bodies of glowing rock found within them. The rock exudes a soft glow similar to the natural light outside, depending on the time of day. In some places the rock has been stolen away by burrowing animals, and in other huge deposits still wait like lanterns for travellers. Small underground rivers and lakes are often lit from within by the crystal. It's well worth the journey down a vertical rock face, staring at angry waves.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Stoneface On a large hill on the very north-eastern corner of the island there are three tall, conical stones, balanced on their pointed tips. They seem to grow out of the earth, and evidence found has actually pointed out that they did. Roots in the ground, the turning like flowers during the day, and obviously their growing size as time wears on. It seems that they are made of the same stuff as the crystals in the caverns, only harder and without a glow because they are in the sunshine all the time, placed in such a way that either sun or moon always strikes them. Supposedly standing in the very center of the massive clearing between them and looking out, one can find various paths, secrets, or other strange things.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Bay of Sounds Smack-dab in the middle of the eastern shoreline, the shore becomes much less destructive. A bay opens here, shallow and called the Bay of Sounds, for there are many gulls and snapping water fish, whales with melodious songs and the soft whoosh of waves. The sand is white, the trees palm and cast fingerlike shadows, and it is an altogether pretty place. The bay extends into a brackish river, winding through the island and breaking the foothills from the forest, the Wildthing Mountain Chain in half, before ending in a slightly smaller depression to allow water to escape. However, only the Bay of Sounds is a true waterlogged entrance, for this depression has a hard and fast pulse that pushes a swimming wolf away.	0	0	-- In: ---- By:
Little Ghost Forest One of two lands on the south shore of the river, the Little Ghost Forest harbours a cute name and a depressing story. Long ago a pup named Ghost wandered from his safe home on the mountain, and was eaten by a tree. Yes, a tree, they do that sometimes. Little Ghost still haunts this forest, apparently, because the trees here are much more vehement and tricksome than most. They like to move about, even when wolves are watching, and talk in their tree-language every which way. While it's still doubted Ghost was eaten, mothers still warn puppies not to wander in the wood.	0	0	-- In: ---- By: