Later on the evening after my disturbing encounter in Greystoke I resumed my walking tour and followed the cobblestone path South and West to Cymru. For those unfamiliar, Cymru lies at the end of a peninsula reaching out from the southern end of the so-called “Sculptie Isle”. It’s primary geographic feature is a rocky promontory at the far Western end. This promontory essentially forms the Western wall of a large fortified keep. The massive walls of this keep encircle a large level plateau at the base of the aforementioned promontory.
The first thing one sees upon entering Cymru from the East is a rather idyllic copse of trees with slanted rays of sunlight streaming through them. At the base of the stairway leading up to the castle one finds a small green pool that turns out to be rather deep. I can attest to this as I actually fell in said pool. At this point I also discovered that I could not fly my way out. I had to use the somewhat inelegant solution of Astral Translocation to extricate myself.
Recovering from this momentary loss of dignity I proceeded to ascend the stairway leading up to the gate into the keep iteslf. I entered with some trepidation, perhaps spurred by my recent entrapment. The more likely reason was that I found myself for the first time since my manifestation actually faced with the possibility of bodily harm. In more mundane terms, Cymru is a “damage enabled” region. (more…)
Onyx Plutonian