Picture by Arthur Rackham.Awkward though it was the information was out, although only a trickle the secret must remain. The plotters stood discussing their next move to remain aloof and inconspicuous. Tree veins were vital to entering the unknown and if this get’s out catastrophe could be unleashed on the unknowledgeable.. For only the knowledgeable could handle such treasure, the chosen to do so. Who has left such a note they thought.. The mind boggled has to how and why this could of happened.
“We need to clear this up” Grable the important black crow squawked. “We can’t let this get out” he croaked sternly to his accomplishers Frank the professor and Edge the run around mouse whom usually did all the leg work. Indeed, if people realized that the veins of the old oak tree were entrances to the catacombs of fantasy the world as we know it would change. For these veins when used in the ritual would compel the user into unknown territory beyond their imagination. In catacombs of mysteries unknown yet to man. “Not yet” said crow.. “The worlds not ready yet” mankind needed more time..