The awakening
My lady, this must perforce be a hastily penned note. The glade is as I remembered it, but once outside the sheltering arms of thy mighty oaks it is a different world indeed. Craven I am not, but the...
View ArticleFirst glance at humanity
My Lady, whilst my fondest wishes dwell upon these pages, it is my thought that 'tis only by the eldest magicks of the Moors thine eyes will caress them. Such sorcery is beyond me but in faith and...
View ArticleA disturbance
My fey Lady - who would have thought that when thy lips kissed me into this prolonged slumber I would awake in a time such as this. Noble Arthur has fallen into myth and the tales of my companions are...
View ArticleFrom foul to fair
Milady, tis early morn and all around the world art awakening. Its predawn glory does little to assauge the crusty mood I find myself in though as I stood guard this night, enshrined in a moonlit chil,...
View ArticleKnightly mission
A night and day have passed withall a solitary moment to write thee, alas events have unfolded in ways unforeseen. As thee will remember - the drunken beggar staggered into the glade when the sky had...
View ArticleVenturing into the world
Milady, tis nigh on twain weeks since my words last graced these pages and I have felt the lack most acutely. With ten days immersed in a world so akin to hell that only the lack of a sulphurous stench...
View ArticleHoly Mission of Saint John
Milady, with the Autumn morning sun's kisses lingering warmly on my face it and a repast of fruit aglimmer with night's dew and golden bread on the stones before me there is little that I could want...
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