Yesterday we went into the Mountains to collect Crossroads Dust. We had a place in mind, but when we got there it didn't feel right. So we kept on driving up into the clouds, and there it was.
A four-way Crossroad on top of a mountain. On one side there has been much destruction - 'they' have been in and stripped the land of the trees. It's like a warfield, with stumps sticking out of the ground and branches on every angle. On the other side of the road is a lush forest, with pine trees, natives and birds. It breathes great sighs of relief that it is still safe.
The roads themselves lead to the four directions. The road to the North leads to a babbley stream. To the South; even higher mountains.
