Important Places

Memories shared of meaningful places.

Fert

Just beyond Fey Glade Crossing stands a small apple orchard with six trees Fert planted with his own hands when he first arrived. He raised them from seeds to maturity, tending them with patience and prayer. The grove became a quiet sanctuary, a place where he communes with his tribe, honors his mother, and listens for guidance. It is where his faith feels closest to the earth.

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Scraat

Dak’s study in Fey Glade Crossing was both refuge and proving ground. Slipping into his master’s room, rifling through hidden drawers and concealed compartments, became a familiar ritual. What began as mischief turned into discipline—each secret uncovered sharpening Scraat’s confidence as a rogue.

His dreams are another place entirely. One dream returns again and again: Scraat running through darkness, pursued by something unseen. The threat is never revealed, but it is always close.

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Smurk

The old crypt outside Fey Glade Crossing was Smurk’s escape from the noise of friendship and expectation. Mostly collapsed, the structure still held one intact chamber where he could be alone with his books and his skull. In that quiet, surrounded by ancient stone and silence, Smurk found space to think, study, and be himself.

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Chappy

Before Fey Glade Crossing, home was a nightmare. Safety was scarce, so scarce that the only place Chappy ever felt comfort was inside the oven, curled into its dark, cramped warmth.

The Crossing changed everything. It became his first true home. It’s where he first found kindness, laughter, and belonging. It holds his earliest good memories. It is his special place.

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Templeton

Two places anchor Templeton’s heart.

The first is his mother’s grave: a hill deep in the forest, marked by a headstone carved from Iron Bark. It is quiet there. Steady. A place of remembrance and resolve.

The second is the training shed beside his childhood home. There, he sparred with his father beside a battered training dummy. Even when his father was absent, Templeton trained on—dragging the dummy into the woods, pushing himself harder each time.

Always practicing. Always improving.