Michealangelo Tierdan IV Maze

[etherus]

A great adventure of grand proportions and inquisitive details. Full of huge exotic lands, and dark, mysterious mazes and puzzles. Only those of which can handle a mind twist with a new definition in mind opening experiences may step forward. Here within the hazy winters garden and the warm hearth of the Tree of Jierdan can one find the true answer to the eternal life.

Twinkling and sparkling,
Actors of light play their games.
Among the winter gardens,
Ice roses sit and defy their names.
Crystalline fairies rest on icy blooms,
Birds of snow tend to their gracious plumes.

In the garden, dancing, playing,
Light flows with joy in simple ways.
An icy swan maiden sits and passes the days,
Watching the life of icy blooms, sparkling in splendor.
New and old, songs are played with the crystal chimes,
Fairies and light dancing playfully at all times.

Twinkling and sparkling,
Foxglove, lilies, gladioli, and rose,
The garden’s beauty flower true.
Dancing, playing, memories past never slows,
In the great garden, great wonderland of winter blue.
A gift of love and tears, it’s all a memory of joy and pain.

[J'aran]

A tall Half-Orc, clad entirely in black studded leather, enters the garden, heavy boots trampling over fallen leaves. He has a morning star dangling from his belt and a strange looking lute, shaped like an upside-down V, also black, is strapped to his back. He looks around, a bit bewildered.

"What's this then? Ack, must have taken a wrong turn," he mutters to himself. He shakes his head, as to clear his thoughts, turns around and retraces his steps. He leaves through the garden's gates.