I arrived at the train stop in Greystoke and settled in while the scenery resolved itself. When it had done so to a sufficient degree I descended the stairs to set foot on the ground below. On first impression what I can say of the duchy of Greystoke is that it is a lovely little piece of land. There is a cobblestone path running the length of it. At the North end is a pavilion of sorts housing the astral arrival point and where several ingenious flying contraptions are on display. A sign on one post proclaims that Greystoke is still “under construction”, so I certainly look forward to seeing what the landholder eventually comes up with.
Below the rail line I discovered a stone circle near the water’s edge. Further inland, I found a fairy circle made of mushrooms. As I was admiring this a tall brawny looking fellow flew into view an alighted nearby. He was attired in naught other than a vest and thong, and shoes and wrist cuffs I believe, apparently made of chain mail. (more…)
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