The controversies of Vothyl Syl's forgotten cities reached its peak quite some time ago, as travelers reported their existence. the Government has long ago gave up on suppressing the all too common rumors. They were, all too realistically, caught red handed with their lies.
Their reason for lying, however... Must come from somewhere. What lay in these cities that would cause such violent rebuttal in the past?
Morang Aln, a Dead City, is of high notice. Storms have split, causing disturbingly clear skies in an odd pattern, leading straight out of the Western Tundra. The start of this disturbance is at the peak of Morang Aln. Those who have come to investigate have seen the true majesty of Vothyl Sylian magic and architecture.
While the main levels of the city seem normal enough, though creepy as they lay barren, the higher up the city built into the mountain went... The more foreign the architecture gets. Those who have observed closely have seen the cause of the disturbance in the clouds, the secret of Vothyl Sylian Weather Manipulation.
Large, otherwordly spikes jut from a tower, tearing into clouds in abominable ways, casting out energy that shapes and creates storms, and in this case, literally pulling the sky apart. The once blue sky above Vothyl Syl is a soul crushing purple, the strings the large pikes manipulated pulled thin and in ways that no sane man would ever do. Though this color of sky lies only upon the Western Wastes...
It does not excuse its existence. Vothyl Syl has much to answer for, why it has denied this cities existence, how it has built such creations, why has this dead city become active... And why is sleep plagued by vivid nightmares by it's explorers?
A plan was made, less of a plan, more of a message. A call of exploration around the connected world. Many have come to explore the once sealed away depths of the secretive empire, many to see for themselves what is ripping into the skies.
Their reason for lying, however... Must come from somewhere. What lay in these cities that would cause such violent rebuttal in the past?
Morang Aln, a Dead City, is of high notice. Storms have split, causing disturbingly clear skies in an odd pattern, leading straight out of the Western Tundra. The start of this disturbance is at the peak of Morang Aln. Those who have come to investigate have seen the true majesty of Vothyl Sylian magic and architecture.
While the main levels of the city seem normal enough, though creepy as they lay barren, the higher up the city built into the mountain went... The more foreign the architecture gets. Those who have observed closely have seen the cause of the disturbance in the clouds, the secret of Vothyl Sylian Weather Manipulation.
Large, otherwordly spikes jut from a tower, tearing into clouds in abominable ways, casting out energy that shapes and creates storms, and in this case, literally pulling the sky apart. The once blue sky above Vothyl Syl is a soul crushing purple, the strings the large pikes manipulated pulled thin and in ways that no sane man would ever do. Though this color of sky lies only upon the Western Wastes...
It does not excuse its existence. Vothyl Syl has much to answer for, why it has denied this cities existence, how it has built such creations, why has this dead city become active... And why is sleep plagued by vivid nightmares by it's explorers?
A plan was made, less of a plan, more of a message. A call of exploration around the connected world. Many have come to explore the once sealed away depths of the secretive empire, many to see for themselves what is ripping into the skies.
