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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: moossabi: No matter which direction the visitors came from, the trek to Besina certainly held more appeal than the region itself. The descent was clear enough, the monolithic tree of Oshenvar and Vinariun rose into the clouds, its boughs reaching for the heavens. Mist lapped at the crude stone face of the basin walls, its gray sheen thickening the closer they came to the basin floor. The day was overcast, the clouds containing a darkness that spoke of an outburst of rain that could begin at any moment. Not the nicest day for a peace agreement to be made, but it was to be made over a war of the same caliber.
  
  Once the basin floor was reached, the delegations are offered new mounts to replace those that would be unable to travel down the stairways. The bodies of the offered steeds were bloated underneath their rubbery grey skin, their stubby legs just enough to support them.* The mist cloaking the region would have obscured the path if not for the luminescent blue mushrooms that gave off just enough light to see the next section of the path.
  
  As the path continues through the forest, the trees that fill the basin begin to thicken, until after several streams are crossed and many roots are tripped over by any still walking signs of civilization begin to appear. Wooden huts roofed with thatch line the road, and bridges show up where there once was none. Finally, after several days of travel, the capital of the region is reached.
  
  As the mist clears, the rain has finally begun to fall. The path before the travellers straightens out into an avenue leading all the way to the base of Vada Pahara, the peak upon which the Besinians' infamous tree, greater now than it had appeared from the rim of the basin. Its roots stretched over the city before impaling the ground at the outskirts, its branches sheltering the city from the rain that hat begun to fall during the trek through the region. The buildings were certainly nothing to write home about, simple wood structures lined the streets with roofs of fallen leaves. The streets were packed with Dhuda Loka civilians, but they all parted before the foreign leaders who all knew to be far greater than themselves.
  
  Eventually the avenue ends at the mountains, a pillared building carved into the cliff face. To the right are the first few steps ascending the great mountain Vada Pahara, roots barring it off to the public. Several Dhuda Loka can be seen pleading with the roots, and they seem to be getting responses as they soon disperse and merge with the larger crowd. The structure itself has a dull appearance, pillars holding up a rock shelf from covering the entrance. The delegations are asked to leave any weapons at the door, and then they are ushered into the designated meeting place by Gnoll guards.** The room was a simple rectangle, shelves of scrolls and more modern books pushed aside to make way for a long table made up of the roots of the tree now resting directly above their heads.
  
  At the far end of the room sits King Phnalus, placid and disregardable as ever with his woven grass tunic and crown of twisted branches. He sat upon a throne of the same roots that made up the table, flanked on either side by deformed humanoid sculptures of the same tree's roots. Stone stools are provided for each visitor, and the table seems to expand on its own to accommodate any new arrivals. Phnalus waits for either side to begin the discussion, wishing to sit back and wait until the leaders of each side began the debate.
  
   
   Spoiler: *In case my description isn't that great 
   
   
  
   
   Spoiler: **Gnoll image 
   
   
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  And so, the end begins. If you have any plotlines you wish to resolve, feel free to do it here. But we're all here to come to a peace agreement, so we may want to stay focused on that.
   