Deep Within the Gloaming


It would take some walk to reach the deepest parts of this sacred wood. Brownies, gnomes, trolls, sprites and fairies are used to the stroll and adept at dodging branches, vines and overgrowth that might block an outsider's path.

Some of the forest floor has been cleared and paths have been established. These are for easier retreat in case a wandering, uninvited outsider should lumber into the forest, or in the event there is a fire and children of the Order must be moved quickly and safely to another location.

You might look at this cool forest scene and see nothing more than the downed trees, ferns and shrubbery - hundreds of years of growth. But if one has keener sight; if you can look with your heart and not just your eyes, you might see some of the magickal folk peering at you from the greenery.

More and more of these places become extinct every year which is why the Sorceress of the Ancients attempts to buy land near this large forest. Acting as a steward for a nobleman who supposedly owns this acreage, she craftily brokers land-buying deals which add to the Orders' holdings. Many thousands of acres protect her minions, but poachers, land developers and common trespassers still enter this place. Humans will be humans.

Far overhead, in the treetop, fairy warriors stand guard. They are ever vigil against these miscreants. Any common poacher might expect trouncing by men or women of great strength and who seemingly come out of no where. The would-be poacher is then carted off the property and is summarily thrown into the dust of the nearest local roadway. In short, those not invited by the Sorceress, in her guise as Shayla Gallagher, steward of the Fifty-first Earl of Glen Rowan, are not welcome.

For the few of us lucky enough to gain the Sorceress' trust, however, we might be invited here to spend the night among the denizens of this woods; in this deep, beautiful gloaming.