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| For the tenth time that morning I had found myself stirring the cauldron carelessly, slopping the fragrant sap over the side ... |
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Dachaidh milis Dachaidh
A magestic snowcapped mountain shrouded in a purple mist towers over a high country meadow. At the lower edge of the mountain you see the ice of a retreating glacier. Large ugly grey boulders and a torn up wasteland mar the eastern base. Soaring pines, blue spruce, red cedars and a few aspens make up the forest.
The meadow is filled with magenta shooting stars, white queen anne's lace, red indian paintbrush and tall pink fireweed. Small green bushes laden with plump purple berries are clumped together at the edge of the forest. The land slopes gradually down to the shoreline of two small lakes. They reflect the white, purple and blue beauty of the mountain like twin mirrors. The path meanders up over the ridge and disappears into the forest.
Following the path through the forest, you arrive within a ring of ancient stones; a sense of peaceful calm seems to wash over the area. In the centre of the ring lies a large, rectangular stone, apparently an altar. This large, weather-beaten rock is covered in carved decorations.
Around the sides of the rock are ancient carvings, swirls of knotwork and fantastical beasts. On the upper surface of the stone is an indentation roughly the same size and shape as a human foot, though its meaning is lost in the midst of time, to be remembered now only by a few bards and druids.
In the middle of the stone is a bronze bowl which contains a small handful of acorns and a black crow feather. Nearby is a small earthenware cup containing water. Perhaps these items are an offering to some ancient Celtic god.
Off in the distance, beyond the ring of stones is a circular hut. You continue on toward the hut.
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