
Twice a year at every Equinox, I have made my sojourn through the Gloumenwood and beyond, to the Village of Eunomia. It is there that I make barter for the planting and the harvest, for the villagers there are a spiritual and a superstitious lot. In return for a fruitful growing season, I am paid an abundant share of their crops come Autumn when I return to collect my bounty.
Now and then the women folk look my way, casting their flirtatious eyes upon me. But I must shun them all, for my heart belongs to Alexandra. And my soul.. to the Spirit Leviathan, my benefactor in whom I have not suffered for want.
The Mystery of Sorrow, be it known.. is Joy.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
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