Think of this as your... home away from home. A beautiful, hidden grove deep in the woods, a place that flickers between the Mortal Realm and the Feywild.
Grab a drink... Dance the night away... meet someone special even...
Deep in the woods, where there should have been nothing, there is light and music, and laughter.
Deep in the woods, where there should have been nothing, there is an almost unreal place where revelry took hold of anyone near it.
Standing behind a moss-covered ’bar’ made of tree roots and vines stood a Satyr. He was polishing some wooden cups and organizing the drinks stored on shelves made of more vines and branches. Despite his occupation with tending to the bar, he made an active effort to greet all who entered his domain.
“Ahhh… greetings traveler” He spoke low and sweet, with a thick Irish accent. “Welcome to my Hallowed Grove. Can I get you something to drink?”
"Greetings... Traveler..."
Welcome to The Hallow...
Think of this as your... home away from home. A beautiful, hidden grove deep in the woods, a place that flickers between the Mortal Realm and the Feywild.
Grab a drink... Dance the night away... meet someone special even...
But whatever you do...
Just have... fun...
But remember...
I will be watching…
Deep in the woods, where there should have been nothing, there is light and music, and laughter.
Deep in the woods, where there should have been nothing, there is an almost unreal place where revelry took hold of anyone near it.
Standing behind a moss-covered ’bar’ made of tree roots and vines stood a Satyr. He was polishing some wooden cups and organizing the drinks stored on shelves made of more vines and branches. Despite his occupation with tending to the bar, he made an active effort to greet all who entered his domain.
“Ahhh… greetings traveler” He spoke low and sweet, with a thick Irish accent. “Welcome to my Hallowed Grove. Can I get you something to drink?”