Upon the Mistbane

Tis said that the fogs upon the Mistbane are the souls of the lost. Only the willow trees offer refuge. Be wary.

An Unquiet Heart

The Darkenfold is the unquiet heart and most of what remains of the old Ethvold.  The Darkenfold in Autumn.

Tunnels in the Wilderness

Tunnels in the wilderness. They are there. You have only to find them.

Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon rising over Casco Bay, Portland, Maine

Where Waters Fall

The tales spoke of his end. How his body lay beneath the tumult of the water's fall. But all seemed deceptively quiet.

The Lament

His final words spoke to me. "If you let it fall, it will."

The Tree

The fog has lifted.  Beyond the water... The Tree.  Who knows what lives behind it.  Let us find out...

Sunset

The evening winds down in a swirl of blue, pink, purple as the night consumes the land...

Old Paths

The old path climbs the hill in front of you. Few follow it now, for they say, it comes to no good end.

The Wolf Before You

Follow the wolf, the seer said. But it seems more hazardous now than it did when she prophesied it in the cool dark of her cabin. #aihrde

Quiet Road

The day is warm, the sun's light a hazy green. It's quiet. Peaceful. The road meanders into the wood with promises of a good day's journey.

The Still Wood

The path leads up and into the conifers. It is quiet and still, like forest should be.