Sit down at our fire and join the conversation or just enjoy listening in.
Elydrie rose to her feet, now dubbed a Swordsman of the Order of the Rose. As the company cheered, Elydrie smiled as she saw the faces of many loved ones. She had found a place in her heart for each one of the Terrasylvans. They were her family. Elydrie’s smile faded as she realised she would soon be leaving them.
Take this questionnaire and get inside the head of your persona!
New to the group and not sure what everyone is talking about? Maybe you need a refresher in some Terrasylvan slang?
Do you have a hard time keeping track of all the places and fictional locales in our Woodland Realm?
Lorcan sighed. “Great. All I need to do is outwit the queen of the Fae and move a large boulder which is supposedly impossible to move, all to retrieve some kind of terrible treasure that even Titania felt was too dangerous to use, and may not even exist.” He turned to Dyn Hysbys. “Does that sound about right?”
“There is no reason for you to know how many pickles are in your stores.”
Photos from our 20th celebration. We pulled out all the stops to celebrate twenty years of the Shire and the group that has changed all of our lives.
Lorcan groaned softly. He’d really rather not be here. He had just wanted to buy potatoes and a pair of boots, not preside over an execution.
Elydrie arrives at Woodland unexpectedly. Even she doesn’t know how she arrived. In fact, she can’t recall a single memory.
Willow Frost was our first Shire Campout up in Willow Flats, Idaho. It was a ton of fun, but man was it COLD! Frosty mornings were had, but we did come away with some new additions to Terrasylvan Lore. Just ask Damian about Willow the ghost.
