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The whilom Wardens of Wudelic woods are watchers and sentinels of the wild. Their roots run deep like the oaks and elders. Proud as towering pines. Their history is as an old language etched into ruins, they are now known as the Woodcutters.
Eerie for their Ghost-lights, glowing orbs that sit on their brow, folks are not sure what to make of them. The patriarch, Alaric, is a descendant of the first Warden, having the ear of the woodland goddess, Lhodyn. She is the embodiment of all that is wild - capricious at best, vindictive at worse.
War descends over Alaric’s village as borderland marauders murder and enslave all. In reaction, Lhodyn seizes the village children and hides them within her woodland realm. Alaric is now faced with a hard choice, to remain and endure certain brutality while he searches for the young ones or flee with the remainder of his family, their best chance for survival.
The World of the Woodcutter King
Mithlian
The Woodcutter King is set in the realm of Mithlian, on the north western region of the continent, a land filled with diverse cultures, peoples and remarkable things. The tales are many in telling and long in history. The Woodcutter King is but one tale in the middle of it all. A tale that intersects the ancient and seldom remembered.
Here, you can read a little bit of these legends and lore. In the spirit of Tolkien’s Silmarillion, I have penned my own legendarium. Inspired by Christian and pagan traditions, I have inflicted terrible heresy in penning these pages. My computer oft smells of brimstone, overheats and opens portals to other worlds. Probably to undesirable destinations. I am afraid to venture in myself. But you can give it a go by pressing that button below. You have been warned!
About the Author
Hello! My name is Aerick. Welcome to my page!I love books, fantasy, history, politics, political history, writing, reading, D&D, TTRPGs, video games, traveling, and world building.
AND I LOVE COFFEE WHILE DOING ALL THE ABOVE
Tolkien was my first literary drug. He made me feel books were, just OK (they were terrible prior to that). Then my brother introduced me to D&D at the age of 12, and there were more books to read. So, I started making a habit of it. I started writing D&D adventures and formulating stories.
Oh, boy…
Then in high school, I thought, I can write a short story - probably. And I did. And I am sure I just copied Tolkien. But that was good enough to pass English (and worse, my teacher encouraged me to keep writing)
So then I thought, ok, well how about novels? Novels are super hard, so I should try that. But to prepare, I should probably learn more, like English Literature, so I did (when everone asked, Why? Are you going to be a teacher?!)
I couldn’t afford college so I worked full time as a student
I graduated. But while in school, I met a woman and we had two beautiful kids. A girl then a boy. Still had to work, and parent, and oh yeah, I still needed to write a novel.
So there you have it. My life all in one blurb.
I still write. I TTRPG. I make maps and do nerdy stuff. Check out my Instagram. I have stuff there.
And thanks to all of you that support my work!
As you might guess, a writer is never too far from their writing device. So send me a note.