Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-25828117-20200205201055

Saint Seryn was a moderate burg. Definitely bigger than Uneyn. The water wasn't as clear down river but the town was definitely something to look at.

As they sailed near, they could see the vestiges of a weird structure that had been destroyed lie on the left bank of the river. It looked like it had been designed to look like an ammonite or some such deep sea creature. A reminder that at one time, the drowned elves managed to get all the way up here.

The town itself though was built on several levels on a steep hillside, giving it a very picturesque look. Houses seemed to be build almost on top of eachother in order to utilize as much of the space as possible. It all led to a small harbor in the lagoon at the bottom of the hill.

Purple leaves drifted on this part of the river. A result of the wind rustling through the Morrowindian oaks that seemed to grow almost horizontal from the steep mountainside crags that lined this river.

Because nightfall loomed, the warm glow of lanterns and windows beckoned them to civilization.