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Chapter 2

THE WEALD AND THE MODERN WORLD

THE WEALD AND THE MODERN WORLD

Sirfalas left the Whistlewood and made his way through
the glaurak hunting grounds into the Weald. Almost
immediately he felt the spiritual strength around his
waning not quite gone, but greatly thinned. He moved
forward despite it and came across a wonder as the trees
suddenly cut off and disappeared for a good hundred
between the treelines, was set a river of shaped stones,
cut by mans hands and set into the ground upon a bed
of sand. He stepped on to this stone river, and his
connection with the spirits all but disappeared. The
world dimmed and seemed to burn and die around him.
He would learn this stone river was called a Road.

He quickly stepped away and into the treeline, and
continued to follow it as it weaved within the Weald.
After several hours run he saw something rise above the
forest, great Cliffs of Stone, flat and unnatural. Little
people, humans, walked atop these Cliffs, staring out
across the Weald, and dark plumes of smoke billowed
into the sky behind them. Sirfalas did not need to draw
nearer to know all was dead inside these Stone Cliffs.
And this he would come to know as Galadon.

His body felt a trauma worse than when he drank the
dwarvishs blood in the Whistlewood and he shuddered.
For days he lay still, drawing strength from the Weald
and growing accustomed to this diminished existence.