Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25975584-20160208040027/@comment-26444332-20160225061832

Cyrus is meditating calmly in one of his underground groves, lit by a miniature sun created and sustained by Æther. All around him trees grow and are nurtured, and even a wind blowing the perfect temperature occasionally swoops through the leaves, all of it sustained by his powers. Beyond the grove is another, larger grove, though that one is not made of wood. Instead, the beech-trunks that support the cavernous halls are carved of stone and lit with dimly glowing crystal, also infused with Æther. Having read a few descriptions of a great underground hall in a book he enjoyed, he had decided to make his own.