Post by DM on Apr 19, 2016 20:29:19 GMT
THE TWISTWOOD RANGERS
The leader of this ranger enclave is the gruff Aalderman Burris; a polite and welcoming old ranger but also blunt and wise.
He has an old bear as his animal companion with a missing eye and a slight limp.
There are 15 families in the settlement, the men range in age from 19 to 65 and have ten children between them.
Everyone, even the children, have a role to play in serving the settlement.
The village sits on a babbling brook that flows through a steep, thicket covered sided creek in the middle of The Twistwood just south east of Crimmor and is the epitome of tranquility and beauty.
There are a mixture of log longhouses with sod and peat roofs, vegetable gardens, goat and sheep folds and a chicken coop.
They have a central longhouse where they shelter during storms surrounded by a veranda where they lay out their evening meals during warmer weather.
The community eat together from the gardens, hunting and fishing every evening.
The women do the cooking, washing and fetching and bringing as well as fussing about the men, children and nursing the wounded whilst the men hunt, gather and maintain the buildings.
They grow their own pipeweed and brew their own potent spirits, ciders and mead.
The ranger’s animal companions have the freedom of the village and are a mixture of wolves, dogs, a badger and a bear.
The community has a tradition of story telling at meal times where they recount old tales and legends. They believe that the actually act of telling the stories is the important part, not the content and indeed, many of the stories have been heard a thousand times.
The Feast of Greengrass
Fifty or so years ago when Chauntea’s Cradle was built, there was a capping ceremony at the church where the high priest gathered the local farmers and blessed their lands and families. During the ceremony, a ravenous pack of wolves attacked but they were driven off by a group of rangers who had been tracking the wolves for days after they had wiped out their settlement.
The displaced rangers were invited to eat with the priest and his flock as way of thanks but the rangers, being as selfless as they were, inisisted that they provide the food rather than eat the people’s scant supplies.
They went hunting and returned later that night with a magnificient feast and a firm friendship was formed between them.
The rangers were asked to settle in the area and the farmers gave them a parcel of land and within the forest which has now grown to how it is today and every Greengrass they bring the feast to the Cradle of Chauntea to mark the kinship they formed.
The leader of this ranger enclave is the gruff Aalderman Burris; a polite and welcoming old ranger but also blunt and wise.
He has an old bear as his animal companion with a missing eye and a slight limp.
There are 15 families in the settlement, the men range in age from 19 to 65 and have ten children between them.
Everyone, even the children, have a role to play in serving the settlement.
The village sits on a babbling brook that flows through a steep, thicket covered sided creek in the middle of The Twistwood just south east of Crimmor and is the epitome of tranquility and beauty.
There are a mixture of log longhouses with sod and peat roofs, vegetable gardens, goat and sheep folds and a chicken coop.
They have a central longhouse where they shelter during storms surrounded by a veranda where they lay out their evening meals during warmer weather.
The community eat together from the gardens, hunting and fishing every evening.
The women do the cooking, washing and fetching and bringing as well as fussing about the men, children and nursing the wounded whilst the men hunt, gather and maintain the buildings.
They grow their own pipeweed and brew their own potent spirits, ciders and mead.
The ranger’s animal companions have the freedom of the village and are a mixture of wolves, dogs, a badger and a bear.
The community has a tradition of story telling at meal times where they recount old tales and legends. They believe that the actually act of telling the stories is the important part, not the content and indeed, many of the stories have been heard a thousand times.
The Feast of Greengrass
Fifty or so years ago when Chauntea’s Cradle was built, there was a capping ceremony at the church where the high priest gathered the local farmers and blessed their lands and families. During the ceremony, a ravenous pack of wolves attacked but they were driven off by a group of rangers who had been tracking the wolves for days after they had wiped out their settlement.
The displaced rangers were invited to eat with the priest and his flock as way of thanks but the rangers, being as selfless as they were, inisisted that they provide the food rather than eat the people’s scant supplies.
They went hunting and returned later that night with a magnificient feast and a firm friendship was formed between them.
The rangers were asked to settle in the area and the farmers gave them a parcel of land and within the forest which has now grown to how it is today and every Greengrass they bring the feast to the Cradle of Chauntea to mark the kinship they formed.