The air is sweet with the cool tidings of the coming arrival of the Grand Dame of Fall. It proceeds her like the quiet hush of a crowd at the arrival of a king. Helios the Lordly Sun is slowly making his way into the southern regions, the home of the Queen of Amazonia, where he will gladly be received by the bronzed inhabitants of that land. The blanket of night finds itself falling across the land at an earlier hour and with it sweet relief from the heat.
While the morning was young, Tjorn the Hypercrybarian returned from his overnight sojourn with distant friends where much merriment was found. He was full of much talk of the adventures he had partaken and the rich delicacies in which he had eaten.
As the day waned, Tjorn the Hypercrybarian and I mounted our silver steed Petunia and raced across the stone pathways to the Fields of Wilshire. There we bravely traversed the troll trails in the Dark Forest. We came across many a place that would make the blood of mere men shiver like the prickling ice of a Frost Giant. But brave in heart and true in thought we set out through that foreboding landscape of shades and shadows. There we came across many a troll bridge and the traps laid by those lowly fiends. We smelled the sweet scent of their vile lures and came across discarded fairy swords. We crossed the bridge of the babbling brook, where men are enraptured to stay like those that feast on the lotus flowers. We also climbed the ancient stone steps of the giants, but did not see any of their massive forms. We finally emerged from the Dark Forest to arrive at the sunlit home of the fairies. There we strolled amongst the old ruins and saw the abode of the fairies. After resting there a moment, we quickly returned once again through the Dark Forest and past the Goblin Hordes to safely arrive at our patiently waiting steed Petunia. From there we rushed to our sweet abode among the flowers and rested from our escapades.
