Moss Knight

Old Friends Meet Anew Along the Golden Road of the Ashen Grove

The Exhale of Eldmoor's Peatlands Harbour Only Death

A Fond and Final Farewell Atop Tylean Cliffs

O'er the Brow of Torholme, Rise Weary Twin Suns

A Sodden, Bitter Rest in the Great Dark of Kaldah

With Packs Full of Kamarthan Dune-Ore, We Follow a Familiar Path Home

Near the Marches of Glimmerwood, Earned a Brief Respite at the Gold Oak Inn

Morning Rays Tiptoe Through Tired Leaves, Offering Another Crisp Luumyn Day

Fading Into The Quiet Dark, Swathed In Her Memory

Freshly Felled By Last Nights Storm, Ironash Logs Are Sawn, Split, And Stored For Approaching Twyndor

A Wonderfully Temperate Season Yielded Exceptionally Hearty Roots And Tubers. Time For Soup!

A Young Moss Knight Arrives at the Gold Oak Inn, Prepared for a Night of Messy Tables, Spilled Ales, and Nary a Dull Tale

Up on the Edge of Tomb Ridge Ambushes a Dust Devil to Make Hopeless an Already Desiccated Expedition (An Everflowing Jug of Cool Clearwater and Six Mugs)

Parched Were the Now Tilled Fields of Farmer Rioga, Ready for Sowing Come Luumaine (A Spread of Twin-Pine Nuts, Golden Berries, and Bumblecow Cheese)

An Absolutely Unwanted Pilgrimage North (One Untouched Bowl of Rhubarb Ice Cream)

A Sudden Torrent of Rain Falls and Crowns New The Kaldahn Queen (Hearty Root’n’Tuber Soup, Warm Wheat Bread, and Hot Spiced Apple Cider)

‘Neath the Dim Light of the New Moon, a Chorus of Rimewood Faeries Bless the Ondan (Latticed Frostberry Pie, Frittered Apple, and Warm Honeymilk Tea)

The Evening Suns Burnish Amber Fields over the Plains of Lome

The Fall Of Rain Gently Guides You Indoors. The Broken Gate Strut Will Yet Be There Tomorrow, And You Needn't Let The Tea Go Cold

Naive Dreams of Tomorrow’s Distant Tomorrow

The Evening Suns Burnish Amber Fields Across the Plains of Lome

Atop the Cloud Crowned Peaks in the Vale of Tyleah, a Tiresome Battle Was Bravely Fought and Won (One Barley Beer Too Few)

Sogg'ed Burlap Boots Squish and Squash Under the Tired Weight of an Old Mouse Too Long Worked

Slowly Wringing Out Cold, Worn, Heavy Garb to be Hang Dried o'er Sleepy Embers

A Wonderfully Temperate Season Yielded Exceptionally Hearty Roots And Tubers. Time For Soup!

New Day Rising

The Fall Of Rain Gently Guides You Indoors. The Broken Gate Strut Will Yet Be There Tomorrow, And You Needn't Let The Tea Go Cold

Mopping Up 'Round Weary Windows and Drowsy Doors, Timeworn Stains on Far-gone Floors

Deep In The Abyss Of A Twilight Mire, A Dark Ritual Summons The Realm Eater

Slumped over a Stool Nearly Dried, the Dark Room Lit Only by Coals Faintly Glow'n and Drawn Weed a'tip a Carv'ed Pipe

A Boreal Druid Journeys Into The North, Seeking The Winter Orb In The Glittering Frost

Calming Winds

Forest of Flowers

Gentle Rain

Floral Breeze

Glimmering Light

Vernal Pond

Nestled Within the Rolling, Emerald Hills of Torholme, Reminisc’ed Companions Flick and Flitter Through a Mind Beholden and a Heart Overflowen

Slogging Through Muck and Mire, Seeking the Hidden Herbarium of the Fen, Moss and Ferns Lure T’ward the Heart of Eldmoor

Stormclouds Break At Last and Give Way to Rose-Coloured Skies and Chance to Wish Goodnight the Second Sun

‘Neath the Raging Skies of Kamarth, Newly Forged from a Hilt Forsaken, a Skull’ed Wand’s Raised Stormward

Atop the Cloud Crowned Peaks in the Vale of Tyleah, a Tiresom Battle Was Bravely Fought and Won (One Barley Beer Too Few)

Wandering About Arcane Halls Long Abandoned, Tylean Winds Offer a Sulfurous Warmth From Up the Vale

Gathered on Luumyn’s Snowy Eve, Dancing ‘Round the Oakshire Tree, Flickers from Kaldahn Fire Tell Lore and Legend of an Alabaster Flight

Coolish Air Brushes O’er Hayfields Where Grazing Bumblecows Roam and Drank’en Berry Wine Conjures Memories of Owlen Forms in the Plains of Lome

Amongst the Fabled Pale Willows of Glimmerwood, Wyrd Gardeners and Hermited Herbalists Tend to their Silvern Soil

Growing forth from the freshly cut stems, takes shape The Great Cap, Watcher of the Woods. (...)

Beyond the Shores of the Ashen Grove, Sail Deep The Seer, Witch, and Hag, into the Black Sea Upon Rolling Waves of Fellen Lunar Light

Stormclouds Break At Last and Give Way to Rose-Coloured Skies and a Chance to Wish Goodnight the Second Sun

With Packs Full of Ka'Marthan Dune-Ore, We Follow a Familiar Path Home