Fraser028
Lord of Altera
(Wasn't sure if this could go here but ahh well)
"'Twas a night such as this that I stubbled upon its dilapidated ruins, a symbol of an old world. It's blackened walls and dusty throne room still stood as if it's previous inhabitants had just left as I entered, for what light there was the almost melancholy bastions of the tower shone in the moon light. The castle in its self was more trees and vines than granite and marble, in the ancient courtyard stood an oak, older than the first stone that was laid by its side. For what felt like an eternity is was mesmerised, the long branches reaching out as if to touch stars in never ending blackness of the night, the roots reaching down into the earth trying desperately to disturb the peace of the most sleepy dwarf in his deepest cavern, it's trunk as solid and strong as the once great fortress itself. This tree for what it was, acted as the very soul of the stones placed beautifully block by block, the sweat and blood of its creators shown by markings and signs in the walls, etched slowly and painstakingly. Numbers, insignias and love frozen in time upon these walls. A long time ago, in a kingdom forgotten eons ago and on a mountain as old as the sun and moon, this castle stood to be a bastion of hope and soon it is reborn an so shall it bring the light."
"The words of a scout on the castles remains addressed to Captain Galdor de Brelingen upon returning from the ruins".........
"'Twas a night such as this that I stubbled upon its dilapidated ruins, a symbol of an old world. It's blackened walls and dusty throne room still stood as if it's previous inhabitants had just left as I entered, for what light there was the almost melancholy bastions of the tower shone in the moon light. The castle in its self was more trees and vines than granite and marble, in the ancient courtyard stood an oak, older than the first stone that was laid by its side. For what felt like an eternity is was mesmerised, the long branches reaching out as if to touch stars in never ending blackness of the night, the roots reaching down into the earth trying desperately to disturb the peace of the most sleepy dwarf in his deepest cavern, it's trunk as solid and strong as the once great fortress itself. This tree for what it was, acted as the very soul of the stones placed beautifully block by block, the sweat and blood of its creators shown by markings and signs in the walls, etched slowly and painstakingly. Numbers, insignias and love frozen in time upon these walls. A long time ago, in a kingdom forgotten eons ago and on a mountain as old as the sun and moon, this castle stood to be a bastion of hope and soon it is reborn an so shall it bring the light."
"The words of a scout on the castles remains addressed to Captain Galdor de Brelingen upon returning from the ruins".........