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Oswald waits endlessly under the tree’s fading shade for Yewot’s return, but as days pass into years, he slowly succumbs to the relentless decay of time, becoming one with the silent sorrow of the forest. … See MoreSee Less

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UPDATE!Hey everybody, Thank you for your patience in waiting for an update. I know a number of you are eager to know what is going to be happening moving forward and so we are happy to announce that we have now had time to assess the situation and make a plan.Firstly – The June and August events are still going ahead as planned and they will still be featuring some form of bar run by the Lions.Most likely we will convert the one remaining marquee into a temporary housing for the bar/kitchen area meaning we may have to sacrifice the marketplace for this event (for those of you that have requested we have written an explanation for this into this years plot) It does mean that we won’t be bringing all the tables and chairs and so you will be asked to bring some form of camping chair if you want to sit outside. Once we have had a chance to sort through what’s left of the Tavern we will decide whether or not we can salvage some kind of awning but most likely we will be utilising the firepit for the evenings shenanigans.Secondly – We are going to be running two more day adventures. One for the Adults and Initiates which will be held on the 4th of May and one for the Killers which will be held on the 5th of May.These events, whilst not incorporating the campsite will include some hot food and drinks at lunch time. More details including prices will be announced shortly in a separate post so please hold on to any questions you may have for now.Finally – We are currently in the process of setting up a GoFund me page to help replace the Marquee that we lost and raise some money for Ian and Suzie, our caterers who lost quite a substantial amount of their own equipment.Additionally some of our lovely creative players (including Yew Wots Staffs and Stuffs. . www.facebook.com/ChannyLuArt and @https://www.facebook.com/ozarrt) have offered to lend their talents in order to help us raise some funds. More details on this to follow so stay tuned.Thank you again for all your lovely messages and offers of support. We are working hard to make sure that this minor setback doesn’t impact anymore of this year’s fun.Lots of love CG xxxHUZAAARGH! … See MoreSee Less

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Do we need a competition to name the new tavern… (Fundraising opportunity) … See MoreSee Less

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Heya gang, hope this is OK share here, I’ve been busy this year designing a brand new course at Cornwall College. Please share with any budding creatives you may know. A first for the Cornwall! … See MoreSee Less

Digital Art, Graphic Design and Animation UAL Level 3 Extended Diploma – Cornwall College

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Learners will explore and develop skills within the creative industries during their studies through a broad range of workshops, projects, masterclasses and work experience

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The Fall.Wind and rain pummelled the windows, rattled them in their frames. Inside, in the warmth and light, the last few rowdy patrons of Newgate’s Broken Claw Tavern shared a final round. Farmer G and Chef propped up the bar, swapping recipes for the ultimate turnip stew. Bo and the Monk compared dextrous stances between swigs of ale. The Sheriff and the Dude gripped hands across the table, knuckles white, in another round of high spirited camaraderie. Or arm wrestling to those who preferred simpler terms. Like Staci, who watched with rapt confusion as Wendron and his dedicated assistant Ariella pored over the day’s accounts, spreading their inky squiggles across parchment in ways that were only just starting to make sense to her. The sounds of a contented evening spent with friends almost drowned out the sounds of the growing storm outside. Almost. A vaguely perceptible thickening of the atmosphere preceded the first unnatural slash of lightning, a blazing crimson illuminating the sleeping town. From his rain sheltered tree branch on the outskirts, Oswald saw the strike come down. Chaotic magic. Ancient. Accessible only by a few of the most gifted. Or deranged. Instead of discharging it took root, thickened and spread. A column of crackling red that whipped out branching forks of destruction across the dark buildings of Newgate. Struck, the neatly thatched roof of Clan Pink’s cosy and colourful cottage burst in to flames, the fragrant herb garden and flower beds shrivelling in the heat. Dropping from his perch Oswald released four rats from his robes,“Find the source, stay out of sight.” Gathering his magic he turned to the cottage and began to smother the burning roof before it could spread.The crashing of the collapsing hospital roused Bog and Squirrel who rushed to aid the helpless inside. Smoke billowed from the broken windows as Bog’s heavy ladle made short work of the smouldering door. Between them they dragged and carried injured patients out to the relative safety of the woods where they refreshed old bandages and tended new wounds. Only when the last of them was seen to did Squirrel attend to her own nasty cut. Across Newgate homes and buildings fell to the inferno, crumbling to ashy wreckage under the onslaught. The Tavern though, covered with protective wards that prevented harm to its patrons, began to quake. Sigils filled with more destructive energy than they were ever designed to hold glowed white as they overloaded. Stone walls erupted outwards, the thunderous crack of its detonation heard throughout Tehiddith. When the echoes and radiance subsided all that remained of The Broken Claw Tavern was a void, gently smoking in the receding rain.On the Northern Cliffs, hidden in a tumble of rocks a tiny pair of rat eyes reflected the figure of a cloth man, his arms raised up to the rolling clouds above the town. His robes and eyes the same bloody crimson as the lightning storm. *Dedicated to all the helpers on the night of the storm. Massive love and thanks to you guys, without you we would likely have lost a lot more than we did. Absolute legends. To those who helped in the aftermath, your heroics will be recorded soon x … See MoreSee Less

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