The Eternal Roots now lie nestled in a hush of verdant majesty, hidden deep within the ancient and mist-shrouded Deepwoods of Valdraeth. There is a place where the forest forgets time. Deeper than any trail dares wander and quieter than moonlight on snow. This is no ordinary grove—it is a cradle of the old world, where the roots of titanic trees have tangled and twined themselves into cathedral-like hollows, alcoves, and spiralling passageways beneath a living roof of leaves.
The roots do not merely grow here—they gather. Some curl like the arms of slumbering beasts, while others arc overhead like vaulted ribs, wrapped in velvet moss and the fluttering hush of hanging ferns. The trees here are impossibly tall and ageless, they twist and knot into natural arches, alcoves, and pathways, forming what can only be described as a living temple. No stone was laid, no timber carved; the temple is grown, not made. Nature itself has shaped it in slow, patient wisdom.
When you enter, the noise of the outside world falls away. The air is thick with the scent of moss, sap, and loam. Shafts of golden sunlight pierce the canopy, casting moving patterns across the roots and floor below. The ground seems to breathe beneath your feet, soft and warm, pulsing gently with unseen life.
The Eternal Roots
” Tread gently, for even the earth is dreaming.”
The Eternal Roots now lie nestled in a hush of verdant majesty, hidden deep within the ancient and mist-shrouded Deepwoods of Valdraeth. There is a place where the forest forgets time. Deeper than any trail dares wander and quieter than moonlight on snow. This is no ordinary grove—it is a cradle of the old world, where the roots of titanic trees have tangled and twined themselves into cathedral-like hollows, alcoves, and spiralling passageways beneath a living roof of leaves.
The roots do not merely grow here—they gather. Some curl like the arms of slumbering beasts, while others arc overhead like vaulted ribs, wrapped in velvet moss and the fluttering hush of hanging ferns. The trees here are impossibly tall and ageless, they twist and knot into natural arches, alcoves, and pathways, forming what can only be described as a living temple. No stone was laid, no timber carved; the temple is grown, not made. Nature itself has shaped it in slow, patient wisdom.
When you enter, the noise of the outside world falls away. The air is thick with the scent of moss, sap, and loam. Shafts of golden sunlight pierce the canopy, casting moving patterns across the roots and floor below. The ground seems to breathe beneath your feet, soft and warm, pulsing gently with unseen life.
Cost of Construction: 1 Myth | 12 Saga
LOCATION: VALDRAETH – THE DEEPWOODS
Unique Build Code: BG.FSM.40
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