Rustic Rituals by Tree Gardener

Beyond the Western borders of Mosswood Deep, and nestled amongst those misty, wooded foothills, there lies a verdant valley that holds a peculiar community of rather rustic folk. They are an especially secretive and territorial lot, whose dedication to their ancient ways is both inspiring and fearsome.

At the center of their community - both spiritually and geographically - lies an ancient menhir, situated in their Holy Glade, that is said to whisper earthen secrets to those with ears to listen...

While ever guarded against outsides, I was eventually able to ingratiate myself with these folks. Though I was never truly at ease, for it was quite apparent to me that they were always on the lookout for a worthy sacrifice to the forest spirits they worshipped...

An overgrown path.

Forest synth from the wooded bluffs above the river.

With deep reverence for nature and in full recognition of the wheel of the year.

Hail the sun! Hail the soil!