Left to rot but kept whole by an unseen shield, Borden Heights is a thirty-acre piece of the 1700’s, untouched by modernization and undestroyed by the natural elements. On the outskirts of the property is a moor, unmaintained and overgrown, the wispy, brittle grass mingling with the heather in the constant shroud of fog. A small stone bridge still holds across the murky water. A supernatural aura holds the moor; hurt and past atrocities seem to humidify the atmosphere, and a severe gloom loads pressure on the backs of residents and visitors alike. The outside of the house once had many flourishing gardens – now withered, most of the remaining foliage is scattered across the stone paths in the form of dry dust. Unkempt hedges transform a brick sidewalk into a corridor, seeing as the only trimming they ever get comes from bodies pushing past them and knocking leaves off in their wake. The once-vast vegetable garden may sprout an herb now and again, but the soil is mostly infertile, and even those which manage to grow are usually strangled by weeds. Curiously, there is one thriving plant in the garden: a single rosebush, of the Lincoln variety. These dark red roses are not the most fragrant, but they’re an almost welcome splatter of blood on a dank grayscale mural. The house itself is still a grand one, the dark, Gothic appearance of the original structure ever intensified by its decrepit condition. Ivies and moss cling to and climb up the stone walls whilst various lions and gargoyles send a silent roar into the dense air from their rooftop perches.

The inside of the house is as the outside – old and weathered, but with a dignified and preserved grandiosity. Dilapidated but still solid furniture and musty burgundy wallpaper characterize each room, as well as complex ornamental crown molding Complete with a kitchen, a vast parlor and a second floor, a maroon carpet with gold trim paves out the labyrinthine halls. Up the stairs, which are unsurprisingly worrisome as to the stability, there is a particularly long, wide hall. Eleven doors to eleven furnished rooms dent the walls – five smaller rooms on each side, and the King and Queen's double-doored master bedroom appropriately at the head on the very end.

king MEDALLION on the left & queen GOSSAMER CHAINS on the right.

The sky is like an endless sea of glittering diamonds, draped like curtains over the sleeping world. A breeze blows chill winds from the north, but the night is relatively warm. In such an atmosphere, the silence of this world could not be forgotten. For reasons unknown, sunsets are more mesmerizing here than elsewhere on Cimoron Island. So rich in color, it's almost as if the sky were burning with the heat of flames. The territory lands here are rich in wonderful color, endless golds, reds and rich browns almost as if it were stuck in Autumn year-round. The meadows have long blades of thick golden grass. A very welcoming feeling surrounds you, but in all this bliss where is the horror, will you stay to figure things out?

PLEASE - enter softly, friends of the herd. for fear and anger must be left outside the boundaries of this house. for while the master of these lands is a passionate, and worthy creature, he maintains a land of peace. but you are warned. one wrong step and you will quickly feel the wrath of those who dwell here. but those who mean no harm, welcome! to the house of the rising sun. here the dark never penetrates the light. for hundreds of years the clouds had covered this land, hiding it from the eyes of the world. until the dove fidelity led inferno to the banks of the lake.

ASTRiX LAKE - clear, so pristine and beautiful. teal waters that seem only inches deep when tens of feet below rests the pebbled bottom. large trout and other smaller fish swim in lazy pleasure, for there is nothing here to bother them. no predators live within the area. covering almost 100 acres of land, the lake is simply enourmous. settled between three small mountains, a light, fluffy mist always floats a few feet above the waters. it is so beautiful. mineral content in waters is high, giving it an almost flavored taste. legend says that those who drink the waters for a year will live forever. though of course this is just nonsense. fantasies told to young foals. but near the center of the lake lies a huge cloud formation. from any part of the bank of the lake, what lies in the center cannot be seen.

THE TUNNELS - there are four. the entrances at the four compass points around the lake. north, south, east, and west. nestled into the mossy, moist ground around the lake are rock clusters hidden among tall redwood trees. dipping down into the warm ground, they travel under the lake to meet at the center. the tunnels are slightly taller than the average horse, and thick moss lines the side. in the tunnels grows a plant rarely seen across the world. a carnivorous bulb the size of a large foal grows off a vine as thick as a horse's leg. they lie in wait, hoping for the snack of the occasional small mammal that wanders in.

iN THE CENTER - rests a huge, dormant volcano. towering over the valley with a perfect movie scene cone surrounded by thick clouds. the sun shines down on the peak, the entire volcano is hollow. a shell of what had originally held liquid lava. the sunlight shines down into the crater/volcano, and seems to multiply when it hits the walls of the hollow mountain. tiny gems encrust the walls, sending glittering rainbows of light cascading down onto the ground below. it is here that the herd of inferno makes their home. it is sheltered enough that snow and rain does not effect the horses inside, and the tunnels allow for draining during the wettest parts of the year.

MYSTERiES - surround the volcano. the side that faces the south is still warm, and the waters around the edges where lake and land meet are warm, and could be considered a hot springs. but while the south side is warmth, the north is freezing colt. an icy wind blows against the sides, and bits of frost cluster around the rocky sides. there is no logical explanation for this strange occurrence, though the horses of the herd like to believe that the land is a harmony of the elements. all four brought together in peace.