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Sub-board: Relationship Trees

The castle is easily the most dominating structure of the city. It stands almost separate from the city- the entrance gate leading you up a slight incline across the massive yard, depositing you into the roundabout at the doors- Three, to be exact. One to each individual family. Upon entering any of the doors, you're greeted by a grand staircase, and a housemember- who promptly takes down your name and business before checking any papers and bringing you to the area specified. Though the houses are separated in the castle- all share the massive ball room, and the garden.

One of the few areas in the city to have natural greenery, the park is massive; The entrance itself a large cast-iron gate with the name of the park spelled out in the metal sitting atop in an arch-like fashion. Littered with trees and jogging paths, it makes for a pleasant place to have picnics or laze about. There are some duck ponds, and a large playground to keep children entertained. Most of the room, though, is taken up by a hedge maze. Throughout it, benches are placed for resting or relaxing- leading you into the middle where a decorative fountain sits, coins shimmering from beneath the waters surface. It's a rare occurrence for anything overly exciting in the park, as its open area provides easy line of sight from patrolling guards, but it has its days.

Excluding the economy from Pennimen Square, the greatest tourist attraction of Crystalline City has to be its massive, beautiful fountain. Located only a little ways away from the marketplace, it towers above most people at sixteen feet high and twenty-two feet in diameter. It is made of a glass-like material, only stronger, and is tinted a beautiful but light crimson, earning it, its name. The sculpture on the fountain is a noble standing on a breaching orca's head; in the noble's arms rests an apparently unconscious wolf. Water trickles from the wolf's and whale's open mouths, and it sprays upward from the whale's blowhole. The red tint gives the water itself a hint of crimson. The site is beautiful to the humans, but unsettling at the same time to animals, mainly wolves and their animal kingdom's families.

This club, though run down and filled with most company one would not like to affiliate with, has a decent layout. A large dance floor, surrounding the DJ station, is the first scene to greet you. Veering off to either the right or the left will bring you up and down steps, accommodating tables and making more room by 'layering' them at different height levels. Beyond the seats, the floor levels out and pans to a more diner-esque feel, where one can order food or drinks. One door, though, catches everyones eye. It's outlined by extravagant neon lights twisted into curly designs. This is the VIP room; for when looking at the girls hanging from the cages, or swinging from the poles located in the middle of each table, simply isn't enough. The only thing the patrons generally complain about is the thick smoke that hangs in the air, and the fact the place is only open from 6:30pm-4:30am.

Far from the reaches of the City, On the far side of the barren and dead meadow, lies the Forest of Death. The stories of how this forest got it's name are heard far and wide. No form of machinery works beyond the line and dense and dying trees, and no scents for the animals to follow lie inside. There are countless trails twisting through the dead undergrowth, swinging and looping over themselves, leading to nowhere in particular. Scarcely any light shines through the dense canopy, and no water can be found. Should you venture far into the forest, Trails seems to multiply, and scatter into a variety of mind-numbing directions. The only source of life seems to be the unusually large insects that dot the area here and there, and some say they can hear an owl flapping it's wings if you listen closely enough. No creature in their right mind would dare enter the forest, unless a slow and painful suicide is what they were looking for. Anyone entering the forest does not tend to come back out, Alive.

Deep within Paradise lie a large string of ponds, each connected to the other by small creeks that babble so gracefully through the sodden soil. The waters however, serene as they may seem, hold a sinister crimson hue. As though they have been stained forever scarlet by the light cast by the same scarlet moon that hovers eerily still on the reflections of the water, always casting a strange glow upon the clearings the lakes are settled in, and even tinting the eternal fog that hovers around their banks a pale crimson. Despite the bizarre appearance of the lakes, the animals still flock here in search of water and even prey. Some remain wary of the nearly spectral mists that snake from the banks into the forest, and others bravely call the are home.

Much like the badlands of Alton, this vast and uninhabited area seems to stretch for as far as the eye can see. The sand has cracked from the lack of moisture and plant life to heal the soil of the suns blistering rays, only shrubbery that appears burned specking the dirt every now and again. Some say there is a field beyond it- where the grass grows green and the water and food are plentiful. Whether there is any truth to this claim- nobody is for certain. No sane creature has dared to venture the terrain for more than a mile.