Mythic Europe

Can you imagine a world were the Fae don’t exist? Where the powers of the Almighty and the fell influences of Satan are not observed? Where magic is not a fact, but a peasant child’s tale?
As a magi of the Order of Hermes, I dream of this strange land…

It is the Spring of 1221 A.D.

We have settled in a remote valley in the Navarre, on the northern of the Pyrenees. The Basque shepards make the open pastures of the valley an annual pasturage here. King Phillip II Augustus of the Franks has taken to calling himself king of the French. And claims rulership of this valley, yet the only mundanes I see speak the language of the Basque.

My bones grow weary as I prepare my fifth longevity potion…

Oh well, Mythic Europe is a strange land in itself…

the musings of Galfin the wizen…

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Mythic Europe

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