Elderwood
A forest older than language. The trees are listening, and some of them are taking notes.
Not all who wander are expected back.
Enter the forgotten realmThere are places beyond the maps of men, where the mountains remember names, the forests keep secrets, and the roads have a regrettable habit of changing their minds.
“In the elder days, when stars were young and kings were considerably taller, there existed a land neither wholly lost nor entirely found.”
Choose your road wisely. Or at least take sandwiches.
A forest older than language. The trees are listening, and some of them are taking notes.
Mountains of ancient stone, where forgotten kings sleep beneath the snow. Allegedly.
Where the mist never lifts, the bells ring at midnight, and the innkeeper knows too much.
A remarkably inaccurate map of a thoroughly improbable place.
Here be dragons. Also a perfectly respectable bakery, if the map is to be believed.
Deep beneath the Tower of Unnecessary Mysteries sits an oracle of considerable wisdom and questionable reliability.
No refunds on prophecies. Especially the accurate ones.