A scenic overlook I made for a dnd game I'm running. Here's the flavor text that went with it:
_When you pictured the realm of the dead in your head, maybe you pictured rot and decay, maybe you pictured darkness, maybe you pictured a land covered in the undead. Death, to mortals, is a frightening concept. It is especially frightening to you, since your lives have been touched so violently by it.
But what you see before you is not a desolate, decaying land. It is dark, but not oppressively so. Rolling hills of deep purple grass are a bed to tiny white flowers, glowing faintly in the gentle night. Distantly you see in the center of this land a towering tree with a black trunk and white flowers. Its petals constantly shed and drift through the air, almost like fireflies._
_When you pictured the realm of the dead in your head, maybe you pictured rot and decay, maybe you pictured darkness, maybe you pictured a land covered in the undead. Death, to mortals, is a frightening concept. It is especially frightening to you, since your lives have been touched so violently by it.
But what you see before you is not a desolate, decaying land. It is dark, but not oppressively so. Rolling hills of deep purple grass are a bed to tiny white flowers, glowing faintly in the gentle night. Distantly you see in the center of this land a towering tree with a black trunk and white flowers. Its petals constantly shed and drift through the air, almost like fireflies._
A scenic overlook I made for a dnd game I'm running. Here's the flavor text that went with it:
_When you pictured the realm of the dead in your head, maybe you pictured rot and decay, maybe you pictured darkness, maybe you pictured a land covered in the undead. Death, to mortals, is a frightening concept. It is especially frightening to you, since your lives have been touched so violently by it.
But what you see before you is not a desolate, decaying land. It is dark, but not oppressively so. Rolling hills of deep purple grass are a bed to tiny white flowers, glowing faintly in the gentle night. Distantly you see in the center of this land a towering tree with a black trunk and white flowers. Its petals constantly shed and drift through the air, almost like fireflies._
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