Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20160101162757/@comment-26675961-20160101221324

(So it's the end now is it? Time to put Chry's end in i suppose)

Chrysoprase climbs up the vine onto the top of her hill, she sits there silently looking over the great forest and the rolling hills, she listens to the trees, both their voices and the rustle of their leaves.

She sighs heavily, whispers a command and a few parting words to the trees and then poofs.

In accordance with her last wish a tree sets her gem into a stone wall, engraved with symbols and shapes.

There she remains covered in moss and lichen, faintly glowing in the dark of dusk. An everwatching guardian of the forest.