The Lore of Wild Mage Angus of the Moors

His magic is gleaned from the DNA of the life he imbibes.

Grazing, lovingly searching out the most enchanted of plants, so he spends his time.

He wears the green of good spring and at times of the year his flowering magic makes a broom from the roots of Dunweilian stems.

More than once the sun has found him cradling a carcus of his brother beast; and though his regret makes him sore, he is not immune to knowing from those souls other ways of working his witching art.

Entered by: 0xA3fD…7ca8 and preserved on chain (see transaction)