Category Archives: Lore of the Mistwood

Worthy travelers, you have surely wondered when I would finally tell you something about the wolves. Well then, I think your curiosity deserves to be rewarded a little. The wolves dwell at the foot of—and high within—the mountains beyond the … Continue reading →

It was late afternoon when a dull, rumbling sound shook the ground beneath Fian’s paws. Moments later, the panicked cries of forest creatures pierced the thicket—a landslide. One of the old slate caves at the edge of the moor—its entrance … Continue reading →

Fian sat on the weathered tree stump not far from the tavern, staring at the intricate, winding carvings of his old willow-wood lute. The chill of the moor mists crept slowly but inexorably through his clothes, yet he barely felt … Continue reading →

It was a beautiful morning when he stepped out of the tavern doorway. Fian closed his eyes and drew a deep breath through his nose. The mists of the moor washed over him—fresh moss, dew on the leaves, and… He … Continue reading →

She left him behind with the bleeding wound on his leg and didn’t look back. How could anyone be so stubborn? All he had to do was strum three bored chords to proove that he belonged to me. Just something—but … Continue reading →

It was dark when I reached my hut deep in the forest.  Well, not quite, actually, because the moon was shining through the window I was looking out of. Past, future, the moon can tell you everything as it brightly … Continue reading →

Fian finished his final chord and announced a break. He bowed respectfully to his audience and walked over to the bar counter. His throat was parched from the long ballad about the “Echo of the Night,” so he ordered a … Continue reading →

Draw near, travelers, and warm your paws by the last embers of my fire. The mist‑forest is thick tonight, and the wind carries the icy breath of the wild. Yet here we sit, safe and warm, in our beloved Tavern … Continue reading →

The sun was already rising above the treetops when Fian left the tavern. Well, he hadn’t exactly expected to be playing so late into the night, along with others, but it had turned out to be a very pleasant evening. … Continue reading →

Come closer, dear travelers, and warm yourselves by the embers. When the mist of the misty forests thickens and the shadows dance among the ancient trees, it feels good to share the light . Often I sit quietly in the … Continue reading →