The Alchemists Challenge.

I did not intend for this sketch to be the last for the fayre but events overtook me a little. I returned to the alchemists to see if I could find another scene to test my sketching. On the floor of the guild was a chest scattered with small potion bottles and test tubes, all holding coloured liquids. The scene was a test of eye, mind and perception. By the time I had finished my eyes were struggling to focus and I steadied them by looking to the distance and resting both mind and sight. The Alchemists do indeed make powerful concoctions when they can cause this effect before you even sample one.

The Storm Ravens Revisited.

The final morning of the fayre found me sitting back outside the Storm Ravens campaign tent, I have sketched it before but I thought it was time to revisit. Gansk the leader of the ravens has always made a point of making sure I have a beer to hand when we meet at events & the fayre was no different. I think I have a few jars to buy to repay the friendship of the Storm Ravens but for now I thought I would settle for a humble little sketch while they rest up.

A Shield for Olaf

During the battle on Sunday of the fayre I was saddened to hear Olaf of the Order of Fenris had fallen. Olaf was a fine paladin and a bold fighter, within the Braggihalla the Order sang in his honour, told of his deeds and drank in his name while I sat outside with my cup of strong cider and sketched a lone shield to pay respects in my own way.

Farewell Olaf, may the next to stand your place in the shield wall be as well thought of.

The Grove at Wyrmspire.

Stepping into a transport circle is not something I really enjoy but when we are told of a strange dust cloaking our ancestral grove I thought I should travel there with other faithful Wolves to see what could be done. Prayers and pure thoughts did a better job of clearing the dust than the attempts of sweeping and clearing. I settled by the dead tree of my ancestor to add my own strength to the task. My thanks to Romain and Drystan for taking the time to speak with me in those moments and your reassurances helped more than you could know.

Flying Nuts!

Not all games are of combat and deep thought. Some are a simple task of flinging a ball at target,  Mattaus from the Vipers told me of such a game when he spared a moment to talk while I was sketching earlier in the day and I wandered to the tesseract to find and draw it. He had managed a clean hit in his three throws when he played it the previous day, better than I could do I suspect!

The Rite Circle.

Several times over the weekend I took the opportunity to catch up with my fellow guild members and masters in the Mages Guild. Behind the main area of the guild was a small area for rites and ceremony. Carefully laid out candles and an orb sat on top of dressed table overlooking the rite circle. I promised myself a while to sketch it at the beginning of the second full day of the fayre before the area became busy with the writing of scrolls, the empowerment of items and the casting of spells.

The Empty Fireside.

The warmth of the afternoon was a a pleasure. After enjoying a fine brew and a good lunch I wandered back to the wolf faction. For a while all was quiet and I sat outside my little studio tent. As I relaxed I cast my eyes to the scene in front of me. The camp fire was empty for now and I put pen to paper to set the scene in my book. My thoughts held dear the bards who weave their songs and tales around the flames as darkness sets in. Sadly for us this would be the last night we would hear the sounds of our high bard Mariena, it would seem she was taken from us that night and the world is a poorer place for her absence.

Though she may be gone, her voice and songs still dwell in our minds, hearts and souls.