Crossing over the threshold of the border of the neighboring lands from whence you traveled,
one will feel a vast difference about this realm. While the land and terrain all seem to be quite normal in
the grand majesty of nature, something has obviously drawn you here, dear traveler.
"Come, be our honored guest." whispers a mysterious voice upon the breeze.
Or do your ears deceive you, you wonder. The midnight breeze blows gently across exposed
skin as you traverse down the severely neglected dirt, wagon-rutted path to the Tyran's Cove.
The half-rotted sign makes you believe you've found your destination. Warily venturing down
the path towards the massive gates, your gaze falls on overgrown bushes covering what appears
to be statues of Deities on each side of the path. Standing roughly twelve feet tall on pedestals,
these statues of the Gods and Goddesses are adorned in seemingly every vibrant hue of what you
discover to be roses. Some in hues you've never seen nor imagined.

The breeze wafts the delicate aroma your way as you briefly inhale while you investigate them.
A light spray of the eves silvery dew sparkles on each enchanted rose petal,
and throughout the whole of the lands. A mystical lunian glow causes small twinkles
of light amongst the path, casting a brilliant mystique upon all it touches.
Warmed and yet intrigued by the glow of the moon and the intense curiosity of what may lie ahead..
you seemingly feel comfortable and secure enough after your long journey to venture further. You grow
more relaxed with every step, or perhaps you're overly cautious, even overwhelmed.
However, giving the mystery of discovery, and the seeming warm welcome of the realm itself
permission to seep into you're bones and ease you're tired body while you gaze onward over
the familiar landscape, you can't help but wonder to yourself.

~~Where have I seen this before?~~
Perhaps in a dream?

The westward mountainside forms a large portion of the land carpeted in majestic splendor. The tall emerald trees of various species within the valley seem ablaze in the seasons midnight colors of brilliant purples, blues and blacks, surrounding and fading into the Manor's castle beyond. The flawless, starry sky among the trees to the east repeats itself exactly in the reflective waters of Windfire Lake bleeding into the landscape exactly how you imagine it. The iron gates of the cove stand outwardly opened, unguarded, welcoming anyone who wishes to cross over. On each heavy gateway you see a large ensconced cryptic symbol engulfing most of it. Upon identifying the symbol of the Manor, almost immediately, a rush of power takes surge through your thoughts. Feeling an indescribable pull on your very soul....do you dare cross? Or do you flee and never return? Somehow making up your mind, you step slowly and cautiously through, lifting a hand to trace your fingertips across the iron gates. The moment you pass through, there's no longer any denying of that wonderful feeling of pure, overwhelming power of the land as you feel the Cove becoming a part of you. "Welcome Home!" And soooo...your story begins.
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