Lost Continent
Chapter III
The Forest
25th June
9pm
Rye Wax
Lost Continent.
A rumoured land, spoken of in the rarified and inaccessible heights of sacred mountain temples in the east and whispered about under the shadow of darkness in the musty cellars of forbidden western cults. Hints and clues are found in the writings of the dead tyrant of a backwards kingdom, locked away in a secret recess in his most private chamber. The papers are sealed away to be transported to the British museum, but never arrive. Within a year, all those who set eyes upon the originals are dead from, seemingly, natural causes.
The first steps are taken upon the threshold, a new era, a new realm of discovery. What wonders of nature, of science, lie within? How far they have come, how much further is there to go?
This is the third chapter of twelve, they have arrived and must now venture onward. There is much apprehension at the journey that is to be undertaken, but they know that they cannot turn back now, otherwise all that came before would be for nothing. Resolute, committed, their heads held high, they forge onward into the forest that lines the shore, prepared as well they can be for what will come next. The air is close, the edges of the single path tinged with a miasmal vapour, the deeper they go within the interior, the taller and broader the trees, and the quieter the previously incessant sounds of nature become.
“All journeys are a reflection of life. There is but one route. It travels endlessly forward, and has only a single destination. All we may choose are our steps along the way.”
Anon.
An epic journey soundtracked across the divide of time by just two men (known to their contemporaries as Alex Egan & Benedict Bull), where only the wildest evocation of sounds and space could do the tale justice. It will be a trip to echo that which went before. The first few of those attending will receive an auditory document of the event as well…
