The Kings Hill Riding gallant on horseback, Razhul is the King of the land. Wind blowing through his hair, With his iron weapon to hand. His eyes are brushed grey steel, He is handsome with rugged looks. Been in one too many tavern fights, But the brute loves to read books. His stare can stop you in your tracks, If you dare question his authority. The heart of a wolf and beast, But a gentleman for the majority. His hand will help the poor and weak, His heart is also made of pure gold. He will be handsome for many years, Even when he turns grey and old. Brave and fearless are traits he keeps, With strength and speed to spare. Riding up to the top of a hill, Just to see what was over there. His chiseled jaw turned into a smile, For something had caught his eyes. The peace and beauty of all the land, Would always have a new surprise.

The King And The Book Muttering could be heard from the Castles study as a very large male fumbled about looking at his books, a large collection of books some looked old and worn and others looked well cared for and new. Razhul walked towards the wooden ladder and stood on the first step reaching for a book, stretching a little the males fingers would grip the top and carefully pull it down as he brought it closer to his face the male would blow away the dust and open the gold looking clasp that kept it shut, it was missing a key but he managed to open it as the metal had rusted from age and was easy enough to force open. Having spent many years traveling around new England looking for books that would help his collection grow he would find peace as he hauled the heavy book to the desk and slumped it down. Muttering to himself in a disgruntled tone he would jump back from the book immediately. "I need an invisibility potion now... and don't give me any funny business you little shit.." The massive figure would have to jump back because as soon as he had finished his request the book slammed open on the desk and hit his fingers, opening on the exact page he needed to read. Waiting for the plume of dust to settle from the book, Razhul would recoil and suck his pained fingers as they throbbed. Peering down to the book he chuckled and whispered to himself mockingly, appearing to read the ingredients he needed. " Ten years I've had you and you still get me every time.." Glancing down through the ingredients he would smile as they listed animated pictures written in old ink that moved as if they were 3d as the book listed them specifically in their raw forms, nodding hopefully the male started to open and close the draws of his desk and rummage through glass bottles and other oddities that clanked around as he did so. Shaking his head he spoke to himself looking for clairity as he searched, soon realising he needed one of the three ingredients listed. "Ok I have "Lets see.. Luna Moth Wing.. Chaurus Eggs...and No sodding Ice Wraith teeth, looks like I am going to have to go to the black market now." Disgruntled as he appeared to speak to himself the male shook his head and sighed before seeing the book snap shut and fly off the desk back into its spot on the shelf, nearly smacking Razhul right in the face before he moved out of the way and laughed triumphantly. "HA! you tried that last time you know... but I knew better this time..." Shaking his head Razhul hurried out of the study grabbing his cloak and hurried along the halls to the main exit, every step the giant male took would echo across the wooden floor with heavy thuds and proud strides. Wrapping his cloak round him the giant male headed through the court yard and under the wall arch making his way towards the forest.

Your Journey Ye Ol' Path to Cunningham:- Over rolling hills and so far away from the civilization of the Human land, Hides one of the most beautiful and wondrous Kingdoms you could set your eyes on. Only in some of the children’s fairy tales would you see such a place... A Place like Cunningham. Riding on horseback or in the caravan of your Gypsy home you ride up alone path as the breeze blows through your hair, views all around of rolling hills as the skies kiss the earth, Such peace never known before or could you ever think to find on earth. A vast stretch of land where deer roam free and the wolves feral and wild, Yet such a hint of extraordinary knowing behind these animals... Could they talk? ... Do they understand? You could indeed spend hours under a tree and think the day away. Would you rather root around in the earth to see what items you could find and what treasures have been lost or buried in the past, or perhaps you are out walking for some ingredients for your home-cooked meal or potions?... Maybe even an essential item to remedy yourself from your ailments? Take heed when walking alone, It has been known that some bandits or outlaws would wish to rob you of your worthy possessions. It is said that when the Gods are angered or when their emotions change, the weather can turn from moment to moment. Never come out unprepared, You could just find your end. Surely though if it's a clear day and all goes well, You would come across a little mountain pass where an old wooden rope bridge swings to and fro over a small canyon and river below. You look up and you see fire lights and smoke from the chimneys of the houses in the village, the sounds of the villagers and Gypsy's dancing and listening to music. It entices you with comfort and protection from your long travels...No? Cunningham Village & Tavern:- You take those precious few steps across that bridge and find yourself on safe solid land, Is everything in the place so dangerous or a test of skill?... It could well be. Your next sight is an old wizard who's very blind, yet oddly he knows you are there and with his old wrinkled lips he calls to you and passes you a trinket... This could come in handy one day, you never know. Thanking him in a timid and unsure way, as you are not accustomed to strange random gifts you walk on past a tall building and found yourself in the glow of the village. Dancing gypsies and village folk are out enjoying their time as best as they can. You can hear church bells ringing in the distances as you let your eyes wander and you follow your ears you look across another bridge and see the quaint church with the priest handing offerings out of good will to those in need. Sounds of the bard and his music all but enhance the mood as you wander around, chickens and small farmyard animals graze freely in the grass, to your left you can see a sign over a strange building with horses tied up outside. The smell of homely food and ale is too good to resist and so you peer your head into the welcoming doors of the local tavern, so you eagerly tie your steed up outside and let him rest, quickly stepping into the door, you are instantly greeted by a warm fire and a very busty barmaid pulling pints in tankards over the bar. Jeers and sound of merriment fill the air as the locals and pirates relax after a hard day or nights work, you could easily find a seat and slip into the crowd and drink your ale with the good feeling of homeliness you get. Like any Tavern you get your fights and with the big men and their pride some nights tables go flying, but perhaps this is not something you should worry so much about?.... Why, you ask? ... Well, Let me tell you, Not everybody is from around here you know? We have the pirates and gypsy’s looking to make a quick deal with you and no doubt they are up to no good. You’d be wise to keep your personal and loved belongings to yourself and hidden correctly or you could find yourself out of pocket. Your eyes wander round the musky tavern and out of the corner of your eyes you see a strange man in stood by the fireplace; he’s all shady with a hood covering his face. From a distance, you can just about make out his pale lips with a crooked smirk. Does he give you the chills or does he look like a dealer of the black market trade out for an illegal and expensive sale to the right buyer? Deciding you are growing tired from your long travels you pay off your tab at the bar and give the cheeky barmaid a tip, she smiles at you all too innocently and you enquire about a place to stay for the night. All too happy to help you she points out the door and as your eyes follow her aim you spot a large building across the village. Leaving the roars of laughter and music of the tavern you step out into the cold night’s air and glance to the fireflies that linger so peacefully round the lamp posts, checking your belongings are safely attached to you and you still have all your gold you decide to walk under the trees and towards the Cunningham Guesthouse and Inn. Along your way a small metal clanging can be heard as the Blacksmith finishes off his day's work, the smell of burning wood and an extinguished fire hits your nose as he closes shop for the night. He spots you and smiles giving a polite nod from the distance, He is an elder man with large muscles and a very dirty face and hands, yet his smile was golden and warm... You couldn’t tell if it was his gold teeth of just the fact he was a happy soul? Either way, you nod in return and come to the Inn’s doors and meet a man and wife who are stood keeping records of the guests. They greet you and ask politely if you were planning on spending the night with them... Of course, you are that’s why you are here isn’t it? ... Sign the guest book my friend and pay them, your clean warm bed is just a few steps away but not after a nice hot meal that waits for you on the table! Eat your rabbit and vegetable stew and find your room... Tomorrow has a lot in store for you so rest up! You lay in bed and you think to yourself... How long has Cunningham been here...Even the trees look so old and wise... Perhaps they are? You fall asleep and your dreams come alive with excitement and adventure, Pirates...gold-filled caves and so much more. You run through forests with the hunters and ride through the lands with new sights and things to be explored. Cunningham just seems so connected almost like every person or everything has a job or serves a purpose, it makes you want to stay...makes you want to fit in and be part of it... But who would you go to about seeking a home in such a place? By morning, the sun shines through the stained glass of the Inn and you wake up with glorious patterns all over the walls and floors of little diamond blocks of reds, greens, yellows and blues. The smell of cooked bacon fills the air as breakfast is prepared and being laid on the table. You have a great big stretch and realize you have not slept that well in such a long time that it could feel like forever. Getting dressed you rush to greet the Landlady and pay her for your meal while you sit down and chat to the Land Lady she tells you of a large castle North of the Market and Port. Leaning into her chatter with interest she at once gives you directions that could help you on your way, after eating you decide to make use of the outhouse and facilities before carrying on your travel. It was no good after all for you to meet a King all dirty and gruesome. Collecting all of your worldly goods and bidding the Inn and its occupants a fond farewell you come outside as the fresh morning wind blows through the trees and the busy hustle and bustle of the Village resumes its natural order, You can hear the clanking of the blacksmith and the laughter of children as they chase the animals. Cunningham Firefly Forrest:- Dogs yapping in happy merriment as they play in the straw and grass, with the directions from the Land Lady you head North to another bridge with a well-rooted sign post. Timidly you walk up to it and whisper carefully against the knotted wood "Are you facing the right way dear sign post?" The post remained silent and you would feel slightly like an idiot and just as you tilt your head To inspect the inscription carved on the post the wind across the bridge whispered to you. "He faces the right way and you are heading in the direction you seek my friend." Shocked, bewildered and amazed you gather your things and tiptoe across, as you carried on in the bright sunshine the grass got longer and the trees started to get thicker; you notice that the path got a little more rugged as you carried on your way. The forest got deeper and thicker so the day turned what seemed to be night but in this magical forest it was never dark, everywhere you turned soft glowing mushrooms of glorious colours flickered and the fireflies twinkled brightly like stars. Hours pass and you feel energized and lively but something bothers you in the back of your mind, you feel eye's watching you very where yet none could be seen so far! Every now and then you could swear you'd see something dash away from the corner of your eye, shaking your head to discourage your worry another whisper in the wind encourages you. "Keep going my friend, those who are lost and scared will always find safety in the Kings land.." Breathing deep you pick a mushroom and whisper an apology as you hold it up to see where the voices came from. Even after you picked the blue dancing mushroom it glowed in your hand and on closer inspection you see a tiny faerie sat on the top of it giggling at you. Jumping back you blink and the little thing flies off into the shrubs, panicked and breaking from the path you barge through the bushes and stand right in a ring of mushrooms and relic stones. Before you knew it you were whisped back onto the path again in a whirlwind of colour and voices uttering spookily "Do not stand in the #life circles for each time you do a deceased soul is lost to the dark forgotten world!" Now you were terrified and ran as fast as you could through the path that seemed to never end, your heart beat and chest pounded then before you knew it you saw blurs of browns, greys, and blacks run past you as the local pack of wolves felt your adrenaline and joined in. Watching the beasts you ran faster to keep up with them as they jumped and dived with such energy through the forest, under branches over rocks and roots until you could see daylight again. Thankful for their help you howl in gratitude and fall breathless against a tree as they howled and disappeared back into the forest, regaining your breath the tree you perched against moves its branches as giggles in the wind could be heard again. This time, you look in the direction that the tree pushed you and you saw a huge castle with flagstone bricks and ivy covering the walls, you stand for a moment in awe as you glanced at its majestic beauty. Cunningham Castle:- The flagstone path leads you right to the mighty oak doors and you admire the carvings of a witch, a wolf and a man you see the hinges were the details of the forest and magic around in wrought iron decoration. Gathering all your might you look to the door knocker to see it inscribed with something; The mighty must love the weak. You finally knock and wait in anticipation as the door opens itself and you finally get a glimpse of inside the Castle... What do you see? Who is there? Step inside and see... ...Cunningham welcomes you... #Cunningham

Cunningham's Introduction Cunningham is an island to the North West of England, the climate is typically four beautiful seasons throughout the year, It is a Medieval Fantasy setting and nearly anything is possible. The island itself is a kingdom and follows government by a King cursed with the soul of a wolf, many years before the king was born his great grandfather was cursed by a witch for his cruelty to the creatures of the land, stealing and destroying their homes and hunting many to the brink of extinction. The greedy man was a Royal that claimed the island in a bet that was made with a Elven king one Christmas eve, since that fateful night the Cunningham blood line had owned the entire kingdom but the curse was made by a local witch who died many years before the curse could be lifted and it still remains this current day. The cursed king is now the sworn protector of all creatures magical or ordinary, to this day the king has vowed that all good creatures #life is sacred and is a gift that must be protected like a child's innocence. This meant that Cunningham had to be put under a powerful cloaking spell that nearly turned anything logical to a whimsical, wonderful mess. In Cunningham near enough everything is enchanted from the great Cunningham Castle to the Firefly Forrest, even the sign posts have a mind of their own so be careful of that, because if it surely talks the damn thing probably walks. You should never trust a sign post unless is completely silent and still, the best way of testing this is to, of course, ask them a silly question! But I hear you ask, "How do you get to Cunningham if it's so hidden away with Magic?" You must find your way to the Ye Ol' Path to Cunningham of course as you certainly will not be able to find your way to the castle without a very specific route... Cunningham can not be found on any world map and has only ever been discovered by those who will never leave... To get there is no secret as you require something that no creature should ever feel; If you feel alone and don't belong, lost in a world that makes you feel invisible and deprived of #life... You will find Cunningham and it will always be there for you. So, are you ready?... Your adventure awaits you, Pack your bags and let us go! #Cunningham