The tavern was nearly empty. Gragnar, in the dark back corner, shuffled his feet awkwardly. His face scars were itching, but to scratch was to show weakness, and to show weakness was to court death. The younger man-orc in front of him was disconcertingly bare-faced, with only his scraggly beard and a black tattoo on … More Brother?

Ethne recited the fili’s instructions silently. Enter the great forest. Track the hare, but do not hunt. Follow the stag, but do not run. Cross the threshold, but only through adderstone. The clearing was peculiarly silent. The birds had ceased their chatter as soon as the first foot had crossed through the enormous, circular adderstone … More Cernunnos