Worlde Arcane: Basura Forest

The Basura Forest is the largest forest of all Tenara. It stretches from the Dare Mountains south to Caradon and the north shores of Lake Perion and the Rivers of Life - from coast to coast. It includes the Rivers Herasom and Jalum.

An isolated thicket June 25, 2005 - 1:03 am

Rock and Riven Trail, in the Lowlands August 13, 2004 - 8:48 pm

A Ruined Cottage July 16, 2008 - 4:14 am

Path in the Shroud's Forest (part of Basura) October 2, 2004 - 3:07 am

One Day North of Entradiam Hill February 2, 2005 - 11:35 am

The River Woods August 4, 2008 - 7:49 pm

Woods South of the Basura March 21, 2007 - 11:53 pm

Southwestern Basura, Amid the Cedars November 27, 2008 - 3:58 pm

By Anonymous

Friday, January 16, 2004 - 8:45 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The grey haired giant finally made it out the Basura just north of Caradon making his way to the damaged city.

By Seiko Nohara (Seiko)

Thursday, February 12, 2004 - 3:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

After a full day of solid walking, Seiko finally allowed herself a break and took a seat among the knotted roots of a tree just out of sight of the path. Relaxing back onto the coarse trunk she smiled as a tangled creeper unwound a tendril and gently curled itself around her neck and shoulders. "Well aren't you affectionate..." she spoke softly to the vine, letting it wind itself around her for a moment before asking politely if it would return to the tree. Some people no doubt would find this odd, but for Seiko events such as this were commonplace, a curious side-effect of her gifting in earth magic.
Pulling the small rucksack she had dumped from her back closer to her, she rumaged around until she had found enough for a decent meal which she ate hungrily - she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and her stomach loudly informed her that breakfast had been quite some time ago.
Brushing the crumbs from her pale grey shirt she succumbed to the urge to close her eyes...the day had been long, though peaceful, and the cool calm of the forest made her sleepy.
Barely twenty minutes later her eyes snapped open and she glanced down at her arm to see that the creeper from earlier had wound itself tightly around her arm, conveying a sense of distress and urgency.
Seiko's senses immediately sharpened to a high focus and she tuned in to the forest's energy...something was distubing the balance of power, a concentrated magical force. Standing hurriedly, she followed the whisperings of the greenery around her until she spied a small hut among the trees, and two men approaching it. One had heavy blood stains on one shoulder, and the other she sensed immediately was the source of the magical disturbance that had upset the forest. Or at least part of it. Both moved with smooth balance, she noticed, and could no doubt handle themselves well in battle. She approached the hut in stealth and silence, using the thick foliage as cover. Something about the two made her curious...plus it had been several days since she'd met with other people and she craved the company of others...
(OOC: To>> An isolated thicket)

By Kadesh Falen (Kadesh)

Friday, August 13, 2004 - 2:24 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Kadesh walked beneath the tree's, not even out of breath as she briskly makes her own path beneath the tree's, taveling in the gerneral direction of Caradon.

She walked for the better the day before the Rock and Riven trail..

OOc: to the rock and Riven trail

By Branwen Llewellyn (Branwen)

Wednesday, September 29, 2004 - 3:41 am GMT | Edit | Link |

((From River Spir))

Branwen and Saro forged deeper into the forest, following no path but the one the centaur's eyes lead them down. Even after years of absence, this place was crystal-clear in her memory. Simple things, such as a strange-looking knot in a tree or a little circle of stones half-hidden in the undergrowth, brought back the happy memories of her blissful childhood. Now, the forest began to thin out somewhat. Tree stumps puncuated the pristine continuity, and slender saplings made passage rather difficult.

But soon, the centaur and her furry friend emerged into a clearing, now overgrown with tall grass, seedlings, and brambles. Branwen stopped. In the middle of the clearing was her home, now with the roof falling in, the windows broken, and the door hanging from one hinge. But it was her home, and the sight of it brought back such a torrential flood of memories that she could not keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

((To A Ruined Cottage))

By Branwen Llewellyn (Branwen)

Sunday, October 17, 2004 - 1:21 am GMT | Edit | Link |

((From a Ruined Cottage))

Branwen and Saro left the clearing in which the cottage had been built, and soon the centaur guided them on to a narrow path, slightly overgrown but still navigable. They were moving at a pace agreeable to Saro, which happened to be a brisk walk for his centaur companion. At that pace, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, they reached the Merchant Road within two hours of leaving the abandoned site of Branwen's childhood home.

Upon reaching the road, Branwen decided to turn south, and head back towards Caradon. Although she was about halfway to Fort Provis, she decided that, without the presence of her former travelling companions, she had no business there and would fare better if she returned to Caradon and continued from there.

((To the Merchant Road))

By Worlde Arcane Conclave (Admin)

Sunday, October 17, 2004 - 1:42 am GMT | Edit | Link |

A tiny black spider wafted along on the breeze.

By Jiv'undus Roesor (Jivundus)

Monday, July 7, 2008 - 4:20 am GMT | Edit | Link |

((From Mountains of Dare.))

Jiv'undus placed his back against a tree, looking into the forest before him, the Moutians from which he came behind him."Nau aluin rath nin, ori'gato nindyn vel'uss treemma. El."He moved forward, keeping his cloak tightly wrapped around him, its colors and texture changing as he moved to make him barely visible through all the brush, his foot fall silent, his breath so feint few could hope to hear it.

And then he came upon it, the river separating the forest from West and East, he stood on West. He had never seen moving water before, or at least not at this scale, which could be considered small to the surface worlde. He inhaled sharply, his breath empty his eyes widened, and he pulled his hood down, revealing his beautiful long silver hair, put up in a high pony tail but still reach his back side.

"A l'-Draeval zhah bista, Usstan z'klaen ragar sreen'aur thac'zil."Shelter, he seeked shelter. The sight had drained him, he needed rest. With swift escape he fled, deep into the forest. His eyes catching every branch, every twig as he dodged and weaved through the brush swiftly, silently, his cloak no longer hiding his presence, his hood down, hair blowing around in the wind.

He came to a halt at the remains of something once worth staying in..

((To Ruined Cottage.))

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