In The Stemarch's cloistered garden

Personal homepage, myspace, Andalucian patio, private garden.

Here, The Stemarch collects oneself, oints their bruises, licks their wounds, after their long and perilous journeys.

In the library, there is a scroll about the adventures of 'our hero.' Sit down, spark the fire logs, carry a candle and take the time to discover what they have been up to —and including.

In the back of the cloistered garden, there is a green shimmer, a pulse of raw self-renewable energy. Will you dare to step through the portal? Pastimes might lead you down into the hare's hole.

The timeline might return '405 Method Not Allowed,' then DM the author.