Post by Stradivarius on Jun 29, 2007 3:17:08 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]To normal eyes it would appear to be a forest of large stones etched with odd symbols and glyphs jutting from the earth...to special eyes, it would be clear what the stones are. 'Special' eyes would be able to see the endless procession of giants. Their slow, lumbering figures pass through the forest of tall headstones. They never cease their mournful mumblings, nor do their numbers grow or wane. It's an endless cycle of death, despair and rebirth. No one can interrupt their journey and even if one giant is encountered with a stranger he will not cease and will merely pass through as if he were made of air. Constant thunder rumbles overhead but no rain falls on the rocky, scrub-covered terrain. In the life-cycle of a soul, monuments mean nothing. Fighting is allowed.[/glow]