Whitebrook Monastery

[Dead Sun]

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Cadog and the twelve other brothers who set out with him from Holly Coppice to the Forest of Dean arrived upon this desolate plain. No life was here, save for those of base and cruel beasts. The trees grew wildly, as did the sharp, tangled undergrowth. Berries grew in places the monks had already travelled through, but they had picked them clean already to serve as dinner and breakfast for tomorrow. The birds sang in the trees intermittently, and the only constant sound that could be heard was the faint rushing of the foaming stream a little while away.

Whitebrook. That was what one of the monks suggested as a name for the new monastery. It seemed a little basic - almost simple, but Cadog reminded his brothers that Vallombrosa was in a dark, shady valley, and that Vallambrosa was also named literally.

The future promised to bring difficulties and strain, but it would be here that the monks would achieve true purity and piety, and they could not wait for even a second. They got to work constructing a hermitage...

[Dead Sun]

Months passed by. The leaves turned from green, to yellow and red, and they ultimately fell from the trees to die. All the while the monks prayed, read, and worked the land. Craftsmen arrived to build them their monastery whilst Cadog over-watched. He would not have it become a source of superfluity. It would be basic, simple, spartan. Whilst the monks awaited for the monastery to finish being built, they, each of them, gathered in council in a place they all agreed represented perhaps the holiest of places in the wood - decore sancto.

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They gathered here to begin discussions on their order's charter. Perhaps, they hoped, by the time the monastery was completed, their charter would be complete, and they could begin attracting followers...