Sarnuk de Urus

'Ruins' are generally thought to be in a sad state. A shadow of their former self, diminished by the breath of time. The Sarnuk de Urues are nothing of the sort. They survive through their disrepair, and thrive in harmony with the other parts of the Kingdom. Moss grows not on a rolling stone. These stones have been standing still for years on end. History blossoms with the lilies, and foliage sprouts beautifully all over the cracked stones of a once-grand-now-even-better structure of sorts. Light pours through the thick trees that have grown here, the tinted illumination a vibrant, healthy green. Prey will wander here, but it is more a place to relax than a hunting ground. The hand of civilization has grasped it, then slid off. But the finger prints remain, and few who come here are anything by sentient life. Pride and swagger follows a certain angle of the place, as does a kind of luxury. Experience rolls off of the place, and not many arrive who do not become enthralled with it. In fact, many marvel at the beauty so long, they forget that they are still living… It is said that their wandering eyes still guard the place, and many take this slightly ominous tale to be the presence of Acux, acting as a sentinel. Perhaps. And perhaps… There are still beings who wander here, their blank eyes and vacant smile still oozing with the majesty of it. If you are strong of will, however, you have nothing to fear… Probably.
Pride Territory of the Yaizux