sanctificum;

THE LINES ARE AWAKE.

Hidden deep in the quaint little town of Henrietta, Virginia, the ancient paths of energy known as the Ley Lines run straight through the heart of the county and into the magical and mysterious forest known only as Cabeswater. This ancient and unknowable forest is again looking for seekers to make their home among the denizens with a shared desire for more than just a mundane world, who can help in the quest for the supernatural.

TO PROVE YOURSELF TO THEM

follow Cabeswater 

follow the leaders of the Magicians, the Psychics, the Greywarens, and the Tir e e’lintes

reblog this post to spread the word of the forest

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check out the divisions page to determine where your talents will be best suited

check out the members page and find out who’s already on the hunt for Glendower

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happy birthday @cristinarosales (june 4)  → adam parrish

5.3.19 // gloss and bloom

The forest of Cabeswater is a paradox; ephemeral yet eternal, intimately conceived and yet ultimately unknown. The whispering trees have stood guard over Cabeswater’s many secrets for a year now, which is no easy feat when searchers are constantly coming and going through these woods. Cabeswater is known to play tricks on those who enter—time is but an illusion here and events repeat with no rhyme or reason. Ideas are reborn and reworked and rewritten as quickly as thoughts are processed. Clocks will stop, maps will change, and you’ll be led to doubt your every thought. But if you can make your way through the forest, time and time again as the searchers do, they payoff can be immeasurable. To celebrate the perseverance of this magical copse and those who risk its perversity, the next search will be Edit Redesigns.

For this search, you must take an edit from someone else, and use it as inspiration for your own, original creation. Be sure to link the original post in the description of your new creation.

   to enlist in this search:    — reblog this post    — create an original work and caption it with:

   @ravencyclenetwork​ search: redesigns    quote or edit description here.

   use the tag #ravencyclenetwork

“i  will  b u r n  you  d o w n.”

they’d taken her back to the farm and buried her beneath a cherry tree that was already beginning to flower. to jesper, it had seemed too pretty for such a sad day, and even now, seeing those pale pink flowers in a shop window or embroidered on a lady’s silks always put him in a melancholy mind. they took him back to the smell of fresh-turned earth, the wind whispering through the fields, his father’s trembling baritone singing a lonely kind of song, a kaelish air in words jesper didn’t understand.