Taking slow deep breaths, Kaewyndir woke from the trance. His mind was calm. The skein had been a turmoil of raging storms, of endless paths. But the course of action was certain. The myriad of futures spinning from the Thorne Moons all spell catastrophy. All but one.
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Yes, the whole world is haunted! Only is haunted? Nay, it itself ‘walks’, it is uncanny through and through, it is the wandering seeming-body of a spirit, it is a spook. – Stirner, Philosopher, M19
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Something marvelous is happening underground, something we’re just learning to see. Mats of mycorrhizal and xylem cabling link millions of trees into gigantic, sentient communities spread across a hundred moons. The forests of Crataegus mend and shape themselves through subterranean synapses. And in shaping themselves, they shape, too, the tens of thousands of other, linked […]
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The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unaknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and […]
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“Those of us who walk the old paths know it. We have seen them. We have heard them. Felt them like the shivering of leaves upon our shoulders. We know how the holloways run like lost rivers through the depths of Daerwynne. That they are places within which one might slip back out of the […]
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Miniatures guru and painter extra-ordinaire Jakob Rune Nielsen is slaving away on some of the terrain for the Thorn Moons Crusade! And we are so fortunate to be able to share with you a step by step guide to some of his recent Thorn Moons Crusade Objective Counters!
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And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. Old Terran poem, M18
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Green grow’th the holly So doth the ivy; Though winter blasts blow ne’er so high, Green grow’th the holly The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any Thorne, Rise […]
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