TWT-001
Barista: Jean-Marc Chausson
Date: Feb-1-2020
Receipt: TWT-001
Subject: Witches
No names. No deals. No debts. That was always her rule. Especially for witches.
We’re not in the States, or even up North. This is something else. Older. Though it is new to us, the Plane we’ve entered, Avalon, draws from across British myth. Don’t let that familiarity fool you. These aren’t just stories. They are alive. Not only that, these Myths remember their “stories” far better than we do, or could ever hope to know of them. Assume nothing.
The tree we’re camped beneath is called Toll na Cailleach Nathrach, if Daichi is correct. The Hollow of the Serpent Witch. Its owner, if such a thing can be said about anything here, must be Eoin’s supposed mythological relative. Our first order of business is to meet with her. Respectfully. Carefully. And determine where exactly we are in the Isles, where we need to go, and how best to ensure this place stays out of Greed’s gilded claws.
Victoria, Daichi, and Julia are already assigned to what we’re calling The Espresso Affairs. Their job is to trace the foundation of this place. Its magic, its memory, and its meaning. I have my own suspicions about this place, but I would appreciate confirmation before making any drastic moves. Still, I want all of you listening. Watching. Learning. We won’t survive new territory by splitting into silos. We survive it by noticing what this Plane is telling us.
Every story told here will have a price, of that I am certain. Let’s make sure we’re the ones still writing the receipts.
Yours Otherworldly,
The Wayward Poet