This is the location of Arkyla's western portal. Anyone who enters it with a particular world in mind will appear in that world; otherwise they will appear in the Nexus.
Weeping willows bow to dip their branches in the pale green waters of Mistweave Lake, breaking the smooth surface as they sway in the wind and sending ripples spinning towards the grassy banks. The trees draw back from the lake on one side, leaving an open space sprinkled with delicate purple flowers, where butterflies flit through the air and hazy sunlight streams in rainbows through the soft mist rising off the lake.
The forest around the lake is cast always in shadow from the thick canopy above, the ground damp with dew at all hours of the day and strangely barren of the fallen leaves and tree limbs that litter most woods. Silver flowers climb the dark trunks of the trees, and spotted mushrooms grow among the roots. Pale blue moss hangs down from the branches high above, almost brushing the low-growing grass in places, glowing faintly in the eternal night. A few open glades are granted the full light of the sun, but they are rare and scattered mostly around the edges of the forest; the deeper into this place one ventures, the dimmer and more dangerous it becomes, for it is the Nightwood, home of the reclusive and dark-loving night elves.
The portal stands between two trees close to the edge of the lake, shaping itself to the space so it hugs both of their trunks. It is about eight feet tall and four feet wide, a slowly churning vortex of soft blues and greens, visible from both sides.
Weeping willows bow to dip their branches in the pale green waters of Mistweave Lake, breaking the smooth surface as they sway in the wind and sending ripples spinning towards the grassy banks. The trees draw back from the lake on one side, leaving an open space sprinkled with delicate purple flowers, where butterflies flit through the air and hazy sunlight streams in rainbows through the soft mist rising off the lake.
The forest around the lake is cast always in shadow from the thick canopy above, the ground damp with dew at all hours of the day and strangely barren of the fallen leaves and tree limbs that litter most woods. Silver flowers climb the dark trunks of the trees, and spotted mushrooms grow among the roots. Pale blue moss hangs down from the branches high above, almost brushing the low-growing grass in places, glowing faintly in the eternal night. A few open glades are granted the full light of the sun, but they are rare and scattered mostly around the edges of the forest; the deeper into this place one ventures, the dimmer and more dangerous it becomes, for it is the Nightwood, home of the reclusive and dark-loving night elves.
The portal stands between two trees close to the edge of the lake, shaping itself to the space so it hugs both of their trunks. It is about eight feet tall and four feet wide, a slowly churning vortex of soft blues and greens, visible from both sides.