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The God of the Sun had watched the meeting transpire, pleased that they had completed their task. He and his family had created this world, this ground from nothing but ash and fog. Now, the landscape was changing, evidence of the dynamism of not only his people but the entirety of Helovia. Some built walls. Some built machines. Some built prisons. But here, his herd, they destroyed the very entrance itself, and he smiled. Very few lands could do something this outrageous and massive, and he found himself infinitely pleased at the task ahead.
Loud explosions and massive booms echoed as he descended, the land changed permanently. Rocks crashed into the ocean as tidal waves cashed over the sands, dragging the soil down. Chasms tumbled into the great depths, a deep blue filling the space as the length between the Throat and the mainland increased. Watching your connection to the rest of the world diminish was humbling, frightening and great all at once. For what bound those out would also bind those in.
The God of the Sun burst forth from a flame, his part now to play.
From magic, he wove a bridge. Two could stand easily side-by-side, perhaps three. Golden, metal edges served as a railing to keep them from falling over the sides and crashing into the deep blue. Swimming across would be exhausting if not impossible. With points of light it formed, connecting the island with the mainland. Those with keys could pass by the entrance and the bridge would materialize, allowing but a few to cross.
Fortunately, it seemed like a few would have these keys already. Their forger would be able to craft more.
Congratulations! You now have a bridge.
The new land description: On a southern Island of Helovia, the Dragon's Throat is a wide, natural lake in the middle of lush grasses, palm trees, and cactus. Off to one side of the oasis, an ancient relic of a tree stands tallest, its branches rising skyward like an inverted umbrella. They call the tree “Dragon’s Blood” for its red sap and from the all the battles fought in the land, this tree was the only one to survive the dragon’s fire. The lush landscape turns to flat desert that meets the ocean on all sides. The bridge of the Sun God is the only entrance on or off the island for those without wings and requires a key to use. What once was northern red canyons is now filled with ocean water, isolating the Dragon's Throat.
Key description: A small, metal charm that hangs off of your person as a PERSONAL ITEM that allows the wearer access. The keys do not discriminate.
:: [Item: Dragon's Throat Key | a small, metal charm allowing access to the bridge to the Dragon's throat]
Notice: Please post in the character record updates all those receiving keys so that they may be put into the individual character records for use.
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[O] All Roads Lead to Rome [Herd Meeting]
