(RP YGGDRASIL is not an RP PUBLIC; it is simply an RP on the World-Tree. As such, you cannot be in a Realm and on Yggdrasil at the same time. You may be in only one RP YGGDRASIL at a time. RP YGGDRASIL is a weird, fantastic, and incredibly dangerous area to adventure in where many of the laws that govern the Realm Supernatural do not apply: those who enter here enter at their own risk.

Yggdrasil, as the World-Tree, is the main gateway that will direct Gods to other worlds; it is also the focus of many attempts at True Ascension. There will almost certainly be RP YGGDRASIL's for The Path of Many Doors, The Gnarled Abyss, and the Courtyard as they are needed.)

There is a rocky, seemingly abandoned outcrop towards the far north reaches of the Courtyard. Those who wish to reach it have to be extremely careful not to step upon the perfect tiles of the Courtyard, lest they be found unfit and blasted to nothing. The outcrop itself looks relatively mundane and innocuous, one of several fields of rocks that support the Courtyard, but as one reaches closer they begin to see the true purpose of this particular area: it hides the shimmering, prismatic, ever beautiful Bridge of Alkan, the Bridge crafted by the finest arch-mages and slave-Merits of the Realm Sorcerous to hold aloft their greatest creation, the City of Alkan..

Behind the lengthy, seemingly incorporeal Bridge lies a black and white, blurred, shifting image of the City of Alkan. It is, at first glance, perhaps cast aside as a hallucination or a fantastic mirage: but the City is quite real, if difficult to reach. Cross the Bridge of Alkan successfully and one comes across the Pavilion, a huge sculpturing - a reimagining of the sacred Courtyard, filled with white marble and exquisite carvings. Further ahead lies Fort Seal, the adequate bastion of Conclave might built by Councilman Lharazed to guard the City of Alkan, shining silver and gold. Fort Seal is effectively more of a blockade than a fort, a great wall spanning the entire length of the Pavilion with certain sub-castles built behind..

But if one can get past the Fort Seal, then they become maddeningly close to real Alkan. They reach the fabled Pleasure Gardens of Alkan, a collection of all the supernatural flora the Alkanites could find or create, claimed to put the respectable Exotic Gardens of the Conclave to shame. There is then the Road of Temples, where the shrines, churches, meditation chambers and temples to the various deities - some created, some actually having an objective existence, some corruptions of the Aspect Gods - are built. The Road of Temples leads to the locked and sealed - using all of the sorcerous might of the Sorcerer-King Lharazed himself as well as several advanced magicians - Gate of Alkan, leading into the City proper.

Within the City itself many wonders exist, including the Museum of Lost Worlds; the Gate Panjura (which is said to lead to every World-Tree in existence); the Temple of the Sacred Floods  - through which all magic is filtered, coming from the Springs of Majesty (resting directly beneath Temple of Sacred Floods) and flowing into every world on Yggdrasil; the Kingdom of the Merits, a full zoo enclosure where hundreds of Merits still lie trapped; the Globe of All; and many, many more.

Past Fort Seal everything gets dangerous: powerful fluctuations from the unstable Temple of the Sacred Floods throw super-charged magical currents down through the Road of Temples (where the magic is stored within the shrines and allowed to burn out slowly) can cause a hideous amount of damage against those who would trespass. The magical currents are menacing - some say sentient - and unstable, capable of destroying and creating with a single wind. They are the greatest remaining enemy within Alkan, and the greatest threat.

Balast struggled upright,  the journey to this place has shaken him somewhat and he was not precisely at full strength at the best of times.  He looked around him, memories churning of another place dedicated to magic he had memories of and bowed his head in respect.

"Domvoi, did you but see this.  This is the darkness that underlay your tower and the light that shone from it."

He looked towards the bridge and nodded decisively.

"Let all who come beware?  Appropriate I suppose.  Yggdrasil guide my steps here and keep me safe."

He turned and made his way onto the bridge trying to cross as quickly and carefully as he can.

The Bridge of Alkan was composed of every colour imaginable, even more than were contained by the restless spirit of Sasocles. It was made out of only light, and as Balast stepped upon it he saw that the light wavered, as if unsure, but held. The Bridge itself was extraordinarily thin, perhaps to stave off invasion in days long past. It would be extraordinarily easy to fall off, quite obviously to be destroyed by the strange fluctuations of the Void..

But Balast moved slowly, carefully, and after a long and treacherous hour the end was in sight. He could see the gateway to the Pavilion, with its perfect stones and beautiful carvings, but there was a figure standing at it - a Conclave guard, he realized, with the standard issue rifle and uniform.

"Halt!" yelled the guard. "Name your business with Alkan, and declare your name."

Balast cocks his head on one side as if to regard the soldier.

"My name?  I have many of those little one.  For now I am called Balast.  My purpose is simple, to find something I left here many years ago before the gates of Alkan were sealed.  It is of paramount importance to the tree that I not fail."

"I see, friend," said the guard. "Do not move or attempt to cross over. I'm afraid that it is standard procedure to check you. What is it you lost? You do not have the manner or the garb of a Sorcerer of Alkan. After these preliminary questions, I'm afraid, it is customary for us to have you checked at Forst Seal. The Floods are strong today, friend, see - a deadly portent if ever there was one."