In the darkened eternity of the forest, the toad god sat with throat quivering. Sometimes it was content just to watch. It was amusing to watch some of the heroes, ill fated, badly trained, that stumbled through the forest. But many a hero met their doom, feeling the chill of deep forest air, followed closely by that hot, acrid breath. It walked the world, and between the worlds, serving some stranger, older agenda.
But in a land corrupted by evil, how could even the most well trained ranger parse it all? How could the most keen elf eyes target a new foe amongst the noise of the forest? Certainly nothing on or below the mountains could have prepared even the most battle-hardy dwarf. Especially not when the air crawls in its presence. Fortunately these heroes the toad god was content to merely watch. Their doom was almost certain to come from another’s hand. Why not merely observe the heroes as, for a moment, they doubt everything about their quest. The taste of their momentary despair will be sweet.
And so, bending around the trunks of trees, filling the space like water into a container, the toad god licks around the corner of its lipless mouth as it waits.
I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127