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corruption undeniable beauty as horror innocence lost halfway there death of oneself in it's false gaze but one cannot see without looking cast unto stone the very hearts and minds of us for they are of no use when only cold surrounds you
This is a forgotten desert somewhere on the lost continent of Lereina. Once, in the distant past, there grew a subtropical forest here, and various critters of the land inhabited these climes. Long gone are those days now, and only the petrified chunks of foregone trees - the giants of the wastes pay witness to storms of sand and earth, like wispy wraiths, the silent scourges of the vast steppe.
The Ashlands, a barren vista surrounding the Red Mountain in the imperial province of Vvardenfell of Morrowind. Here dwells the ancient enemy, Dagoth Ur and his ash vampires, seething with the divine disease corprus. TES:III Morrowind fan art.
The lush salt marshes spanning the nethermost west coast of Vvardenfell, an imperial province of Morrowind, are a foreboading waste. Fetid vegetation and lichen alone pay witness to the lonely traveller trudging across these deceptive morasses of inanimate decay. TES:III Morrowind fan art.
Prince Drakkhen
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From behind a swatch of hilly swales echoed a silent trod- apart from the drip drop of a persistent rain the sole sound in the forlorn countryside. Swaying back and forth cross-legged in the saddle of a large armored steed, the equestrian slowly came into view: she was a delicate creature, luminous with a radiance of warmth and grace; yet her eyes denuded a tendency for mischief and unruliness that contradicted the general impression. Abruptly the dainty rider paused, listened attentively; she yanked the harnesses and ropes to cease motion, then dismounted suddenly, her decorated cape flapping in the watery wind of the mirk, and with haste tugged the stubborn horse into the vicinity of a derelict shrine encircled by a dense copse of elms, where the pair lay hidden like vagabonds. Adobe Photoshop CS3