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I walk beside [[Dragonwilds:Guthix]] as we explore this strange land. We arrived on familiar green grass that echoed our homes, yet the more we explored, the stranger it became. There is an oddness to this continent, a sort of curse that changes things the deeper they get toward the centre. | I walk beside [[Dragonwilds:Guthix]] as we explore this strange land. We arrived on familiar green grass that echoed our homes, yet the more we explored, the stranger it became. There is an oddness to this continent, a sort of curse that changes things the deeper they get toward the centre. | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:36, 9 April 2026
The Druid's Memoirs is the second Dragonwilds:lore scrap in the Guthix series.
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I walk beside Dragonwilds:Guthix as we explore this strange land. We arrived on familiar green grass that echoed our homes, yet the more we explored, the stranger it became. There is an oddness to this continent, a sort of curse that changes things the deeper they get toward the centre.
There are wolves with manes made of leaves and deer with reed-like fronds as natural a part of them as their antlers.
Trees, with leaves of shifted hues that emulate the sunset. Grass the colour of candlelight.
It’s as if Dragonwilds:Ashenfall takes something and twists it, infusing it with magic. Not destroying it, not even harming it, but making it different. Perhaps, in time, that might happen to us. I think I would suit a beard made of leaves.
Guthix is fascinated, too, as much as a god can be. I see a smile on his face as he walks through the woods. It is as if he has discovered the beginning threads of a secret, and he seeks to unravel the knots.
I look forward to the revelations to come.