Creed's Adventures in Puddleby

News! News! News! I'm thrilled to announce that I have just been voted in to the Pitch Assault Group (PAG). This group is active, prestigious and fun. More details and sketches to come soon, but I wanted to put the news up right away!

I was exiled to the islands of Lok'Groton in the spring of 555, and arrived in Puddleby like so many exiles, penniless, clothed in rags, unsure of where my life would go next. My memory of my youth before exile is fuzzy, perhaps damaged by the trauma of exile ... I have vague images in my mind of being awakened from sleep in the middle of the night by loud shouting ... the soldiers' rough hands on my shoulders ... the other Fen who shared our small lodging screaming in fear ... being bound and shoved into a small boat, followed by the rough ocean crossing in the darkness...

Luckily, I found nearly all of the exiles I met to be extraordinarily kind. I was given clothing, a rudimentary weapon (a club), coins to buy food, and best of all, tips on how to survive in my new land. Not long after my arrival, I found myself called to choose a profession, taking the path of the healer. I do get teased by some exiles, though, because I like hunting and fighting as well.

I will be adding sketches and visionstones to this site over time to illustrate some of my adventures. My newest update tells the story of a pony who visited Puddleby one fine summer morning.

Below, let me offer a sketch of one of my happiest moments: the day of my induction into Clan Destine on the 40th Day of of Autumn, 555:

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