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The Land That Forgets
By: CaptainPenguin

Where is the Land That Forgets? Nobody can remember…

The location of the Land That Forgets is uncertain. Those who have visited there are few, and if you seek them out, you will find them to be insane, or drowning in their cups, or simply…gone.
The Land That Forgets is a hill-covered plain, with many long ravines and low canyons. The earth of the place is gray and crumbly, with many stones. The majority of the plains and hills are covered in rough yellow cheat-grass and hunched, gnarled sage-bushes. In some places, there are small, stunted forests of sage, but these are few. As one walks, one may also see small, rough outcroppings of the local volcanic rock, looming suggestively out of the fog.
The Land That Forgets is muffled in a great, shrouding fog. Everything around a visitor is swallowed by fog within a mile of their vision, so that as they travel, it is as if they stand in a hilly, yellow-grassed bubble-world, beyond which is the thick, gray nothingness of the fog.
Occasionally, strangely quiet rains will drift down from the fog sky above, splashing the chilly hills with a layer of moisture. Of course, with the fog about, there is no lack of water.
The Land That Forgets is deserted. Or perhaps it is not. Visitors are unsure. As one travels along through the fog-shrouded hills, observing the lonely desolation, one may spy a solitary, unclear figure, standing far off in the muffled rain. Or, perhaps, one may witness mysterious folk approaching out of the edges of the fog, slowly nearing. However, these phantasms dissapear at a blink.
The only true sign of habitation in the Land That Forgets are low, ruinous walls that are only occasionally to be found. These walls are about waist height, and are constructed from chunks of local volcanic rock. They are never more than 3 feet long, and are often tumbled and ruinous. Most have shaggy coats of gray lichen.
Some say that the Land That Forgets is home to a treasure, or that it is the edge where the Living Lands meet the Underworld. Others say that it is a cursed place, or that it is home to a god.



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Pirate Penguin
2003-12-10 03:24 PM
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Sounds Like Oregon
CaptainPenguin
2003-12-10 10:59 PM
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Heh-heh-heh...
Zanifer
2004-06-12 09:51 PM
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But why is it people do not remember anything from this land? I mean dont get me wrong, it is very descriptve and a great setting, but the name "The Land That Forgets" must be named just that for a reason. Am i correct?
CaptainPenguin
2004-06-12 10:39 PM
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I don't remember.
Maggot
2004-07-30 05:58 AM
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Maybe people who venture there are attacked by wights that feed on their memories.That would explain the inabilty to remember the place.

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