It was a golden mid-summer afternoon, and Barnama went about his routine of chopping firewood for the next week. He was listening intently to the sound of his ax slicing through the wood, until the sound of crunching grass interrupted his wood-and-stone symphony. Continue reading “Before the Island: A Change in Plans”
Mid-morning sunlight began to peak through the trees as the day inched over a little hut on the edge of the forest. The rest of the village had begun its day several hours ago, but the hut remained still and silent. Eventually, Barnama emerged from its darkened interior and stood in the doorway. Continue reading “Before the Island: Barnama”
What do you think of when I tell you to picture a Medieval village? Do you think of castles with knights riding by in full armor and plumage, waiting for a damsel in distress fairy tale to happen? Continue reading “Before the Island: The Village”
Island of Treomynd 