The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII...
“The edge of this glade were once the living walls of the throne room of the First of the light elves. We don’t build places like this anymore.” #deartravelers Let...
Read More“The edge of this glade were once the living walls of the throne room of the First of the light elves. We don’t build places like this anymore.” #deartravelers Let...
Read More”Silver roofs dripping with wisteria and freesia blossoms, filigreed walkways spanning the space between the trees like architectural spider’s silks kissed with gold light through the eaves above.” #deartravelers Let...
Read More“The ruby stone landed with a soft thud at young Mithrilon’s feet. He picked it up, and when he dusted it off, a small inferno exploded directly in his face.”...
Read More“The well never ran dry, and the storms that passed were always a gentle, gloomy respite to the sun-dappled afternoons of the countryside.” #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale....
Read More“When we dream, we are usually in our own dreams. Mithrilon had never appeared in his. His dreams were stories, true or not, he did not know.” #deartravelers Let us...
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