The Telword Tales
Prologue
/with apologies to Geoffrey Chaucer/
Prologue
/with apologies to Geoffrey Chaucer/
When Myrtul with his sweet showers has loosed the Claw of Storms,
and bathed every meadow with the liqueur that engenders the tender flowers,
then longed my heart to go on pilgrimage to strange lands and learn the ways of forest folk in their fair woodland halls. I, [smudge] Telword, man and bard, in my first venture from my Waterdhavian domus, resolved to learn of the elven folk by sojourning among the woodelves of Ardeep Forest -- as it was but a two-day journey with an excellent hostelry along the way. Ah! the comestibles of that place deserve a paen of their own! But nonetheless, while I have time and space, I think it reasonable to tell you of all the folk I met: who they were and of what degree, and also in what strange array that they were in,
and with the Twice-cursed Twins I will begin.
....as soon as the next scroll is scraped and dried
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