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Dren, the dear deer
The first real rain after Spring and on the edge of summer triples the green overnight. The earth seems to sigh out a long held breath, finally warmed after the cold dark of winter, and breathes out a stunning wealth of green. On cue, the butterflies, birds, and all manner of critters come alive, and…
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Aulis & Chymes
Aulis told me a most peculiar story, how once he met a mysterious figure in the woods. Features hidden by a long cloak and shadowy hood, who asked of him “a small, inconsequential favour, a tiny deed” the aged voice quavered, ”hardly anything at all. To perhaps, if you would be so kind as to…
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Valiant Crocus
Valiant Crocus exists, some of the time, in the same Green Wood as Eldra and The Chestnut Prince. A slightly peculiar bubble of time and space exists in a mossy nook of the GreenWoods. Shielded by the shade of fir trees, masked by sharp sweet scent of wintergreen that creeps ever so close and enveloped…
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The Chestnut Prince
The Chestnut Prince is part of the same world as Eldra, click to read her story. The deepest, wildest part of the Green Woods was never seen by humans. It was a rare, tangled world where moss and root, vine and branch, stream and dew and fern and shafts of dull golden sunlight seemed to…
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Branimir, the angry elf
“Hey! No digging here!” Branimir shook his fist at the tree branches above where startled bluejays gathered, squawking in shock and a touch of dismay that their singular focus for foraging treats was interrupted. Their confusion evident in the twisting of their heads and blinking, crying out their claim, their assurances they’d buried the acorns…
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Eldra, Protector of the Green Wood
The wizard of the seas made two mistakes after entering the green woods. The second, when Eldra waited to greet his arrival, was nastily hissing, “OUT of my way old crone,” words dripping venom, foul poison that the green wood had not witnessed for ages. Eldra, the elven protector of those woods, had merely smiled.…
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OtaMot & Dratsum
“Beep?” Queried OtaMot, with polite curiosity. ”Perhaps its carrier wave is “Boop”, suggested Dratsum. Both Faux-bots stood at the base of a massive maple tree, mere hours into their GREAT BIG ADVENTURE outside the cold, angular, repetitive confines of the warehouse they’d worked at all of their existence. No strangers to patience, they’d been trying…
Glib the Chanterelle elf shares all the stories and gossip it absorbed from this mossy bit of woodland.