Note location: Cellar Door and the Red; the Moss King's home; the Jungle Number available: Several Conditions to receive from Iskierka: More likely to award to someone who recently played the Moss King's games
The Prince of Pleasure's demesne is pleasant to look upon and poisonous within. When the rest of elvenkind sought solitude or our oaths to prepare for the end of the world, the swans (the high elves) chose to end their days in debauchery. They would have ended like our cousins the sparrows (ruined, penniless, stripped by mortals of land and wealth through law and conquest and fiat) except they found willing enablers in Sirira--who will do business with anyone, for anything, as long as the money's good.
If there is nothing else good or authentic about the swans, there's at least their money. It was enough to buy them an island.
The Isle of Joy is a study in studied contrasts. There are the forested hills, which we elves don't do well without, and there are the fields of dream-poppies in every color through ultraviolet. Much of it is tamed and managed and manicured as a Clarentish formal garden. It would not be any use if it were not.
The swans keep their manses and dachas and villas and estates and palaces by the waterfront in sight of the channel and Sirira across it. They keep their servants and "servants" further inland.
Here, they keep their shutters drawn against the battles in drowned Sirira, and the vampires that roam their streets by night at the Prince of Pleasure's behest.
LOCATION | Isle of Joy - 1A
Number available: Several
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: More likely to award to someone who recently played the Moss King's games
The Prince of Pleasure's demesne is pleasant to look upon and poisonous within. When the rest of elvenkind sought solitude or our oaths to prepare for the end of the world, the swans (the high elves) chose to end their days in debauchery. They would have ended like our cousins the sparrows (ruined, penniless, stripped by mortals of land and wealth through law and conquest and fiat) except they found willing enablers in Sirira--who will do business with anyone, for anything, as long as the money's good.
If there is nothing else good or authentic about the swans, there's at least their money. It was enough to buy them an island.
The Isle of Joy is a study in studied contrasts. There are the forested hills, which we elves don't do well without, and there are the fields of dream-poppies in every color through ultraviolet. Much of it is tamed and managed and manicured as a Clarentish formal garden. It would not be any use if it were not.
The swans keep their manses and dachas and villas and estates and palaces by the waterfront in sight of the channel and Sirira across it. They keep their servants and "servants" further inland.
Here, they keep their shutters drawn against the battles in drowned Sirira, and the vampires that roam their streets by night at the Prince of Pleasure's behest.