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Haven & Hearth

There is light, and you find yourself surrounded by a vast and dark forest, with a path ahead of you stretching far off into some distant greenery. All around you, the land draws heavy breaths of wind, carrying with it scents of pine, and earth, and age. You feel light, almost floating, and yet strangely also heavier than you have ever felt before. Centuries are everywhere around, and within you.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:22

A Marriage of Light and Darkness

It has been said that certain primordial, mystical, dualities of the Deep Magic will not come undone until at the End of Ages, when Hearthling is the wolf of Hearthling, and all hope is lost. Are you a man or a woman, spirit? The path ahead demands a choice.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:22

Wind & Fire

You burn in the fire for what seems like an eternity, in unbearable pain singing through every fibre of your body, convulsing in darkness and flame, and it is with relief that you then suddenly sense the quite different note of a cool breeze, somewhere high above and beyond the fire and the pain. The breeze grows softly stronger, soothing your charred skin, and cooling the rage around you. Before long, there is only the wind.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:23

Heave-ho!

Boom! You ripped that thing right off of the ground! It never stood a chance!
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:41

Quenching Thirst

You drink deep and greedily in full, dank, draughts, as visions of mist and Huldra dance within the theatre of your mind's eye. Only rarely have you, in hindsight, ever felt this thirsty, and having quenched that thirst now leaves you feeling unusually alive. For the briefest moment the road ahead seems clear.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:40

New Land

A feeling of mixed excitement and trepidation comes over you as you stand here, by this edge between two lands, waiting to cross.
Ontgrendeld op 18 nov om 10:35

Treading Grass

A patch of grass brushes against your feet, touching them with dew and damp. It tickles, reminding you of childhood joys, as a smile radiates out across your lips, and further on and away toward a universe which you in this moment know could not know evil.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:25

The Symbel

It is not every meal that feels like a grand banquet held in a well-lit Hall, in the company of Kings, to symphonies of blowing horns and roaring fires, flowing with mead, but this one does.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 8:44

Leaping Free

Time pauses and leaves you suspended mid-air, a fly trapped in the amber of time, and for a lifetime passed in the wink of an eye, you hang there from nothing, in defiant conquest of time and space. The thunder of the world surging back into motion is deafening.
Ontgrendeld op 11 nov om 10:30

Striking the Root

Well, that took some doing, but you finally managed to untangle those darn roots, and get that thing out of the ground. Now for what to make of it...
Ontgrendeld op 23 nov om 12:32

By Weeping Willows

Why does Old Man Willow weep? In longing for youth and friends bygone, or in sadness at the touch of an axe or an ill wind? Beyond the rustling of leaves you can, in any event, swear that you heard him sobbing.
Ontgrendeld op 24 nov om 3:37

Ancient Windthrow

Sometime, in the great old beginnings, when the Old Gods were still young, free, and wild, a mighty tree did here come crashing down. Now there is only shade, and damp, and the slow decay of ages. You have found an Ancient Windthrow.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 8:31

Planting for the Future

You pad the sapling gently with the moist of the soil, and can, for the brief flash of an instant, see the entire future of this plant, from now to mighty timber, laid out before you, and your act of planting it suddenly seems laden with portent.
Ontgrendeld op 18 nov om 10:40

Clay Pit

A peculiar, slow, bubbling, combined with a light reek of moisture, decaying matter, and earth, reveals the unmistakable presence of a Clay Pit.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 10:20

Tarpit

A bubbling of muck, the coaly smell of pitch, and the sight of bones, whitening in the sun, tells of a natural Tarpit ahead.
Ontgrendeld op 24 nov om 3:58

Striking the Earth

You raise your shovel and strike, strike the earth. Dirt flies everywhere and a strong, numinous sense of good omens concerning the project comes over you. The gods smile at your ambitions.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 11:50

Fish Moon

The moon stands high, and you are giddy in the perfect knowledge that fish are out in force tonight. This is going to be good.
Ontgrendeld op 12 nov om 6:38

Lilypad Lotus

A sweet scent on the wind, with notes of nectar, summer, and wild honey, is noticeable long before the floral glory of the Lilypad Lotus itself.
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 3:21

Fairy Stone

Ahead lies a reminiscence of dances past, 'neath solstice and full moon, around some ancient stone, laden with magyckal import. A smell of fungi lingers, where tiny feet once trod the ground.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 10:08

Familiar Face

Far, deep down in the blue fathoms, you notice a familiar face looking back at you. A soft smile spreads out across the face of the stranger recognized, and there is calm. You hear sounds of water.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 7:40

Watercraft

It is with a sense of bold adventure that you plunge your craft into the water, and ready yourself to board.
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 10:14

The Tables Have Turned

You set the table down with a thud, sending a cascade of long undisturbed dust and cobwebs in a spray through the air, as vain hope suddenly turns established fact: The tables have turned.
Ontgrendeld op 23 nov om 6:36

Sensing the Beast

You suddenly freeze at a muffled noise in the distance. Up-ahead stands a majestic beast, in a defiant stride of wilderness triumphant, caring not for the ways of Hearthlings. Nature is amazing.
Ontgrendeld op 18 nov om 12:41

Fashioned with Love

You know that you at some point may have to part with this thing that you made, and that's fine, but for now, for this once, you stand in silent, humble, marvel at the simple perfection here sprung forth from your hands.
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 5:26

Fragrance of Flowers

The air here carries a breath of sweet perfume, and you feel the fullness of life pulsating everywhere around you, draped in a note of divine simplicity.
Ontgrendeld op 14 nov om 8:07

Driving out the Darkness

The light rushes out into every nook and cranny around you, driving off shadows and darkness further into hidden recesses, and revealing ever new possibilities everywhere around you.
Ontgrendeld op 15 nov om 10:07

Coral Reef

The cry of Seagulls, the spray of ocean salt, and the unmistakable scent of seafood on the air, precedes the lookout's cry, announcing a Coral Reef sighted o'er yonder.
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 10:57

Sowing Time

With a light heart you lighten your burden, and give unto the field all that which same shall soon be given back from it in turn. The exchange leaving you both the richer.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 12:44

Swan Lake

The spark of a soft tremor leaps across the fabric of reality, as a majestic apparition, in ghostly white, glides over waters yonder.
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 10:27

Great Thingwall

Ancient custom holds that Hearthings may only be convened in those places noumenal where the Old Gods, in time before time, planted a mighty oak by a table of stone. A Thingwall stands before you, and you now heed its beck and call.
Ontgrendeld op 9 nov om 10:08

A Talking Tree

For some reason some power higher than yourself has compelled you to seek out this tree, and it is to your great amazement that you hear -- directionless, as if in echo from everywhere and nowhere -- it speak to you in a soft, seductive voice. Perhaps it desires something?
Ontgrendeld op 10 nov om 3:27



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