Festival Lore
Here Rest the Stone Hands of Jarrod Stoneshieldeeper of the Caverns • Warden Beneath the Bay Behold, traveler, these mighty hands of stone, Long did Jarrod guard these lands — For many ages the troll... |
The Founding of Ravenmoore and the Building of the Bow Churchtale recorded in weathered ink upon the friars’ own vellum, still kept in the archives of the Council of Elders. Long ago, when the land was still wild with whispering reeds and shadowed thickets, a small band of wandering friars traveled east of the great Gales River, bearing only their satchels, their scriptures, and a silver-banded bow. These were not ordinary holy... |
The Old Well Tavern: A Story Drawn from the Depthss remembered by barkeeps and barrel-painters, and retold beside its smoky hearths. Long before it bore a sign or a name, the spot where the Old Well Tavern now stands was nothing more than a mossy stone circle beside a sunken spring. Travelers would pause there, brushing away leaves, dipping cupped hands into the cold, sweet water, and leaving copper coins and secret wishes whispered into the depths. That was before the Friars founded the Abbey and... |
The Princess and the Crocodile of Casco Bayong ago, when Ravenmoore was still stitched together by mossy bridges and ivy-covered stone, there lived a girl named Lely, light of foot and sharp of wit. Though few beyond her close companions knew it, Lely was born of magic blood, a child of both royal court and fairy glade, hidden among the people for her own protection. She lived a quiet life near the little village of Charing Cross, in a yellow cottage with her... |
Trent House- The Hearthbornsk ten people in Ravenmoore where the child-sized yellow cottage came from, and you’ll get ten different answers. Some say it was built by the fey as a home for lost childhoods. Some say Casco Bay herself made it from a broken dream. Some claim it shelters small forest spirits, who use the cottage like a holiday home. But the oldest story, whispered while lanterns burn... |
