...Her Treasures...

Rivkagh tends to many places, places that have adapted to her, and have become of her and something to call her own. Some places have even been made by her own power and magicks.

(( These places are chats that I created for myself on AOL. All names, and ideas, are mine. Don't take them, be creaative get your own. ))

...The Lands...

:ChateauRose Castle: A large estate, reaching as tall as long. Castle walls a deep washed red, and trimmings of black. Only five stories, but the legnth of the castle makes up for that. Upon seeing its walls you see the river of roses, growing like a mote around it. The place is cared for and lived in; massive, black, Friesian equines graze freely in the feilds around the castle.

:Garden In Glass: On the peak of the Chateaurose Castle is a glint of light. Here is a floor dedicated souly to her garden. Unlike the other walls of the castle, this 'room' is shelled by walls and a extremely tall roof of thick glass. Inside, is like a mini forest, out of the leage to be simply called a garden. Trees grow tall, the reason for the tall ceiling, all kinds of vines, firns, and flowers sprout as they please. Especially roses. The floor is coveted with ivy, and the floor is never touched. No need to make a stomping ground here, walkways of stone-encrusted glass, suspended from the ceiling, give her plently of passage.

:Her Thorns Thicket: This is the reason for one title, The Mistress of Thorns. Coming across this place, one would understand that this was not just a simple thicket of vines with thorns as one would perceive; No, this appears to be a forest of thorns. Some of the vines are brown and dead, but the spikes on them nonetheless dangerous as those on the green, thriving ones. The ominous points ranged from the smallest and most hidden to the large threatening size almost as long as one's hand. They appear to guard something, seeming like no one can enter and leave without being impaled. Showing that this was at times attempted, and failed, were the splotches if dark red, and a few more vibrant painting of shining crimson, obviously blood. But even if it looks like no one can enter, the thing is, she does.

:Sterling Lake: The gnarled Forest of Thorns eventually morphs into a seemingly typical forest. Tall, dark evergreen trees, lush grass and undergrowth with folige galore. This place also thives form the sorceress, just her presence tranfers life and power to the woods. But as his place calms a person, and they think all is back to normal, a large lake is lain before them. This formation of liquid another thing to set one's mind straight that this wasn't Kansas. This body water is a mimic of our Sorceress's hair. It appears to be pureply molten silver. Though is texture is exacting that of water, the color still runs shining over the bank, and very few of anything lives in it's depths. But that dosn't mean something isn't there...

:Dead Stone Wall: The snow is thick and glistening on the ground. Small flakes continiously fall, at times harder, and others just softly. The land for miles is covered in the pure white power, its surface unmarred and flawless. Whatever the phase of the moon above, brings the snow it's brightness, and the Stars hanging in the contrasting black sky flicker back at the gleam of white. The only thing odd about this flat of white land, is a single wall. A wall made form age-old grey stones, and goes on for as long as the land does. Strangely, snow never lands atop this wall, only all around it and the land... This scene could almost be said to be a land of black and white, color void here. Dead. It is. All color is lost in this land. Only one thing is still vibrant; Her eyes... Her skin... Her smirking lips. It's Rivkagh's land, of course it will allow her, and her only, her colors.

...Other Lands...

These next places are just as strong to her as the others, I just havn't written the description of them yet.

�Feiber Rose Cliff
�ChainedRose Dungeon
�Rose im Cemetary