Wildday, Fertility Week, Storm Season, 1625
Fireday, Fertility Week, Storm Season, 1625
As the cold winds of Storm Season blew through the quiet streets of Laodice, Lieren walked through town, looking pensively about for any of her former companions. Eventually she made her way up to the manor, where a servant bowed and took her to see Illiaro. The Humakti was doing what he always did, training. Lieren cleared her throat, something she noticed humans did when they needed someone’s attention.
Lieren, having spent almost a season in service to Mirava’s household returned, as she often did to Milindiahna’s Grove to visit with the dryad and discuss their next move in establishing a new grove for Milindiahna’s daughter. She had discussed it with Mirava on the walk back from Laodice, having witnessed portions of the seasonal holy day to Ernalda at her shrine in Laodice.
Freezeday, 6th week of Earth Season, 1625
East of Nochet, in the plains beneath the Shadow Plateau there lies a manor house of Mirava, daughter of Celesta, of the Hulta Clan. However, this is not her story, it is the story of those that surrounded her, and their rise to greatness.
Anyways, things have gone poorly for my last endeavor, so I’m shelving that to focus on my writing.
This blog will be about that when it can be, or a place to dump things I find interesting that I want to say, but don’t feel facebook is the right format to say it in.
Likely going to start off with session recaps for my latest tabletop game I’ve been running, Runequest: Adventures in Glorantha. Who knows where it will go from there.