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There is a rich lore that permeates the stories told within our Guild. Our anthology series, 'The Crooked Weave' is an ode dedicated to this mythos, and its crooked tales.
There are monsters which dwell among us, closer than most could believe, and others which have tucked themselves away to the far corners of our realm, awaiting their songs to be sung once again. Let us tell you their stories around our campfires...
"Spinning tales from their spindly, clawed fingers,
weaving and twisting words like threads,
Lurking in the shadows of lingering thoughts
The creak of their crooked lanterns fills all with dread..."
The Crooked Weavers are rare creatures that dwell deep within the heart of the forest, rarely to be seen since the dying of the Old Ages. In long ago times, such creatures, although feared, were once held in an unspoken great regard, a sort of worshiped taboo, by poets and bards for their unique ability to grant creative inspiration and serve as muses to those who sought them. This, however, as with many monsters of the woods, came at a cost, for every dream it conjured would be followed by a string of nightmares. A blessing, and a curse. A gift of inspiration and imagination so potent that it haunts the soul, and a dark patron that forever stays close to its protégé.
Despite the risks, many brave creatives would accept this dark bargain for the price of a rich tale, venturing deep into the woods to lay an offering of their work. Such rituals usually involved singing or reciting their poetry, or expressing their crafts, before a roaring campfire, deep into the night. A creaking of a lantern would then herald their presence.
The modern age has forced these creatures to exile themselves into the last remaining dense forests of the land, far away from the expanses of civilisation. No longer are their songs sung, and their dark blessings are dying from this realm. And yet, as the world around them forgets, thus do they remember. And they are speaking to us once again, the creaking of their lanterns calling us back into the wilds of the woods. Will you heed their call?
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