Fellowship of the Shoot
Come. Gather ’round and warm yourselves by the fire. I will tell a tale of a magic land far to the south, beyond the sight of most men. A strange place, found only by those who need to find it. Maybe you thought it a boastful traveler’s tale or a bard’s fancy. Oh, but there is such a place.
A place of sharp mountains that bite at the sky, crystalline waters that sustain a verdant, green heart and lungs that draw deep breath from the fires within the earth. It is the whispered solution to life itself, the setting for every dream of beauty and the place where we hoped all our questions would find answers true and good.
My companions- two mighty director-kings, two art director wizards, a wise elvish producer and a stout account dwarf undertook our quest to find the perfect shoot location.
High and low we journeyed, battling all manner of doubt-beasts, ROI dragons, and client-induced miasmas. Some of us began to doubt the wisdom of journey. However, on a high mouatain pass, we encountered a small half-man emerging from a dwarrow gate. Although his stature was diminutive, his eyes sparkled with a timelessness – as if he had seen the birthing of the world.
I asked the creature “Is this the place mystics speak of when they seek beautiful vistas, deep green forests and untouched streams? A place both young and old, touched by the crazed hands of the gods? A place that exists half in our world, half in the realm of the gods? Good sir, tell us: is this truly the most beautiful place on earth?”
He smiled, lifted an open hand towards this sign and then we knew all was right:
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