17 Jan 2015
Inciteful Rebirth
8 December 2014, 4:00 pm
Winner of the 2nd place in the 2014 Literature Competition Harken ye all and list' now to me, As I spin ye a tale of great mystery. From a shadowy defile upon a moss wrapped hillock, an ancient horn sounds a mournful clarion call across the forgotten earth below. The haunting tone echoes down into the mist filled vale, reverbrating throughout the blackened, twisted trees and the lichen strewn fen at it's foundation. Until finally, the note fades into the chilling wind that scours this unforgiving landscape. And for the longest of times, there is naught but silence.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed
8 December 2014, 4:00 pm
Winner of the 2nd place in the 2014 Literature Competition Harken ye all and list' now to me, As I spin ye a tale of great mystery. From a shadowy defile upon a moss wrapped hillock, an ancient horn sounds a mournful clarion call across the forgotten earth below. The haunting tone echoes down into the mist filled vale, reverbrating throughout the blackened, twisted trees and the lichen strewn fen at it's foundation. Until finally, the note fades into the chilling wind that scours this unforgiving landscape. And for the longest of times, there is naught but silence.
Source: The Round Table of Bretonnia Newsfeed