The Lore of Sorcerer Davos of the Brambles

Act I

The hour was five of the fourth day of the thirteenth epoch.

What can only be described as a most egregiously unlikely event was about to occur.

Some would say the event was transcribed into the fabric of the universe at inception. Others would describe it as more akin to...

a) stirring a coffee and having it return to grass and beans with each swirl. b) continuously rolling a six for the entire duration of the fifth dynasty perched on a needle whistling waltzing matilda. c) having a fulmar spew forth a Picasso onto an unsuspecting rock at exactly midnight.

You get the idea.

In uncanny synchronicity with this era-defining event, Davos manifested.

He found himself standing on the edge of the Quantum Shadow feeling a little drunk, in that dizzy place between just enough and too much ale.

Chemicals danced across Davos' brain. He thought to himself a single word, 'Gherkin'.

The origins of the thought we will never know. That is until time unfolds and Davos' story is laid bare for all to pick over like a reasonably priced buffet.

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