// Firstly, curse my memories. There's a druid which had a quest inducing talk with Maeve. You know who you are.... contact me in pms por favor. //


A group of freshly cast-off leaves wearing late season colors highlights a spread of ground not far from the stone circle in the Vale. All of them released in tandem - a tactic hereforto unknown to the secret workings of trees. This causes a nearby stag to take interest and stamp the ground once, roosting birds to take to wing with a different approach. The leaves fall into a pattern easily discernable as the following message:


Fame blazed hath, that here in Faery lond
Do many famous Knightes and Ladies wonne,
And many strange adventures to be fond,
Of which great worth and worship may be wonne;
Which I to prove, this voyage have begonne.
But mote I meet of you, right curteous knight,
Tydings of one, that hath unto me donne
Late foule dishonour and reprochfull spight,
The which I seeke to wreake, and Justice he hight.


For a time it stays just so, until the inevitable dissarray caused from hapless strollers comes about.