Stepping carefully into the thicket, you see it is empty of any creature, except for a few birds and small mammals. You hear the sound of running water and decide to check it out.
You follow the noise until you come to a small brook and a waterfall. You walk over, and splash some cold water on your face, and drink some. You feel very refreshed. You look up, and see a flash, or a something behind the waterfall. You go to take a look.
Behind the waterfall is a path, sheltered by a glimmering curtain of moss. You hesitate for a moment, then push forward.
You follow the path for some time, wondering where it will lead you, though somehow not worried about getting lost. Finally, after several long moments, you come to a large marble obelisk, the only thing blocking the way through. You try to peer around the obelisk, but it is too big. Finally, you focus your attention again on the obelisk, and begin to read.
Greetings Traveller! Congratulations on finding Sweetpine Grove! It was not a journey of the weak of cowardly. I am now the proud fosterer of a Mahnon Pahllock from Darkhorse's Lair
. Take a look there, it is very interesting. If this portal is not big enough for you, look below for one that is. Have a nice day!" the writing ends here. You think this over for a minute, then shrug and look for this "other portal" the obelisk spoke of.
As you wander around the forest searching for the portal, a slight movement catches your eye. At first glance, it looks only like underbrush, but upon a second, closer glance, it has it's own distinct shape. Shaking your head in the hopes of clearing it, you plunge ahead into the woods.
After what feels like hours of searching, you sit down on a large, flat rock. It is smooth and cold, and coated in old, musky smelling moss. It is exceedingly cold, actually. Shivering, you rise to your feet with a groan to your stiff body. Rudely stomping on the wish to run from the forest and get warm, you continue to search these infuriating woods. As the sun begins to set, you feel an odd feeling coming over you, where you feel as if you lose yourself completely, and become one with the woods. Suddenly, a steady noise, no, not a noise, a feeling emenates from a nearby area. Walking slowly, and following your gut instinct, you find that you have walked straight into a large, thick tree. Frowning, you feel a surge of determination bubble up in you, and push ahead through the thickest part of the woods.
In the dark of night, the day's events catch up with you, and you crawl into a large hollow tree for the night. Awaking shortly after dawn by the oddly comforting light, you blink the sleep from your eyes and look around the hollowed tree. It is about 7 feet around in a perfect circle, albeit the opening through which you entered, and the ceiling seems about 20 feet up. Peering around through sleep-bleary eyes, you see there is a second passage, a smaller one than the entrance, but by your eye, still passable. You crawl for about 12 feet, and then are dumped into the most perfect meadow you have ever seen. The trees stand taller than any other in the forest, and let light shine through the canopy. Their leaves are a myriad of colours, and they are soft to the touch. The grass is full and thick, and the air is soft and sweet. A waterall nearby spurts crystalline turqouise water, and empties into a thick bowl which flows into a winding river. Birds, squirrels, and other creatures of the forest are going about their buisness all around you, and butterflies glide overhead. You approach the clearing, when you hear a low, clear voice singing a haunting melody. Taking a cautious step forward, you see an odd equine, much resembling the foal of months ago. He stands in a structure of old marble, roman styled. Vines creep up the pillars and across the roof, and butterflies land on their blossoms. A small pool on a pedestal stands in front of the young stallion, who is watching very intently in the pool. As you approach him, he looks up startled, and you see an odd, triple triangle mark of glowing gold in the pool, which he hastily dispells.
| Name | Lainn'trelin (Dark Opal) |
| Species | Mahnon Pahllock |
| Gender | Male |
| Birth Clan | Black Dove |
| Parents | La'sutha x Simahron |
| Mate | None |
Lainn'trelin's Foal Pic
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