Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160410002122/@comment-5543592-20160410184656

Crimson came to a halting stop as they entered into a clearing. There was some ankle high shrubbery, and some streams were scattered across the moist soil, but his attention was drawn to the massive tree in front of him that climbed up into the sky. It's truck was as thick as about, well, a city, and thin blades of sunlight stabbed down through it's canopy. Structures, walkways, houses, market squares, all kinds of places were built around it's humongous wooden stem in a kind of winding pattern, climbing ever upward. Walkways that lacked railings, rope ladders, and sometimes simply vines connected levels. Buildings jutted from slabs of bark, and little waterfalls trickled down in places, falling through a gap in a walk and a dropping several hundred feet through the air to the ground below. There was a bustle to it as innumerous amounts of Bosmer pushed past each other on walkways, descending treacherous planks to levels below, all but oblivious to the height. And it climbed up and up and up, until the second half of the vanished from sight among the high foliage.

Crimson scratched his chin, taking in the sight. "Looks nice, I guess."