Once before the giants came in a forest far away, there was a woodchopper everyone called Honest, because he never told a lie. In this forest, which was called Dreadful, lies took a shape to them, and hunted under the … Continue reading →
Brightest lamps burn quickest, and so it is with our land’s greatest hero, Hold High Your Head/Honor Is The Birthright Of All/Wisdom Comes From Generosity, called by some In’trr Rrith’rr or Head-High. The highland folk call our land blighted for … Continue reading →
From the Book of Ti-Orgoat, Chapter Fifty-Six, Verse One Beginning: 1. In the days of yore when men strode unchallenged through the green hills of the Diamond Isle and the petty wonders of rune and witch spread like ticks across … Continue reading →
Hel-Morrid’s word was the word of Time, the rune that connects each moment with each moment following, that change can occur and one thing may move past another. For the word of Motion is not the word of Time, but … Continue reading →
Habadad today is nothing. A single small island, barely half the size of the New Provinces and only twice as interesting. It’s significant only as a Unified Front Naval waystation for the ships of the line out in that quarter … Continue reading →
OG-OGOG: In the House of Reason there are many doors — ZAM: In the House of Og-Ogog there are many whores! OG-OGOG: I beg you pray listen to my lecture! ZIM: He begs us pray enrich his prefecture! OG-OGOG: This … Continue reading →
“We have been born into difficult times. This is a transition, a liminal period between eons of peace. The old way, the way of superstition, violence, poverty, and misery, is over. The new way, the way of reason, peace, wealth, … Continue reading →
People think in binary. Black and white. Ten-Are-Two and Not-Ten-Are-Two. Nature-magic and the Dark. Good and evil. Us and Them. Every so often… not in every class, but more than a few, each decade… every so often, I encounter a … Continue reading →
The biggest secrets are the ones people don’t go looking for. I reckon that if any young rememberer from the Plaza of Memory were to try, he’d be able to haul up from the deep end of Living Memory a … Continue reading →
Aleph: I don’t respect them, is all. Ipso: No one respects them. Aleph: I try to respect them, but I can’t. Ipso: You’re not being asked to respect them. Aleph: I should respect them. Ipso: They wouldn’t be dressed like … Continue reading →
