Blackthorn Ash
 
Amidst dank and misty woodland, where branches entwine, a realm of fantastical dreams has risen, where Faerie folk spin & cast, amidst patches of moonlight and sun.
The Spell casters invoke creatures from unconscious realms. 
Necrotic rings appear as Owl & Raven transport the attack, wardens of grace repel the attack, and their inherited power seems to dissolve the apparitions with ease, “defend the realm they cryâ€.
 
A warning, to those who persist in seeking this land.
Amidst the beauty and splendour of dappled green, a dark and evil presence encroaches; it seeps through decayed veins of dead Elm and Oak.
A preternatural looks on from a thorny grove and chuckles as it produces an arrogant smile. Its expression is born from its wisdom; the warden’s projections are a lie!
 
It knows the real Ash Sprites power, a dark creature born from the unconscious realm, whose magic can snare the foolish and innocent. Its beauty a mask of deceit, its white and velvet skin and cloak of raven hair, with the softest lips like fruit, a superficial image of deception. Its eyes are transparent pools of cold magic, swirling within the turbulent vessels, poised to release there veil of death.
 
To trap this sprite needs copper wire bound to a stave, with red thread and the stave marked with a dag or Rune, this can only be achieved after employing it’s slaves.
Owls, Ravens & Crows, Stoats and a Weasel, a Rat and a Snake once innocent creatures, now born to serve the Sprite, who’s charm has enslaved the once guardians of woodland, forest and glade. 

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