Hey Berin! What do you think they've been burying here? - Asher
Huh. Bodies, most likely. Thorn pricked, I'd guess. They sure aren't staying in the ground long. - Berin
The Ogre has some gaul in blaming the wack creatures showing up in Faelan on the Thinning. Seems like he's making most of them himself with this Hedge of his. - A
Well now, that's the way it is for most. Brambles that get erected to keep the hard things out tend to create more hard things. Best to deal up front and direct. Even if you're more exposed. But most won't risk it. Better, they think, to get you before you get me. They live in both defense and on the attack. There's no down time when you shoot first. And no time for asking questions later. You're too busy weaving Brambles and dealing with the corpses that only come back to haunt you. - B
You know, I think that's the most words I've ever heard you string together. - A
Ha! It's a wise head who can keep their mouth shut, young Asher. It's an art, knowing when to speak. - B
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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