History is always a tricky subject. It depends on your point of view, or more properly, it depends on the viewpoint of the donor. There are ways to study history that don’t involve the Living Memory, but then, there are … Continue reading →
On the fourth day after my heart was broken I felt that perhaps I could stand, and once on my feet I began walking through the city. I could not bear to go to the places were once we would … Continue reading →
The oyster is polite; she keeps herself to herself. She defines her bounds and stays within them. If she spoke out she knows she would be rebuffed and belittled. And so she holds tightly to her trivial opinions and hides … Continue reading →
Geb, secretary to the Silver Marquise, has kindly provided a summary of the esteemed Ol-Rasta’s life and achievements, adapted from Ka-Rone Social Directory 1492 Edition 859: Born in the Low Quarter of Ka-Rone to anonymous artisans. 865: Selected by Brown … Continue reading →
I. Builder stood on even ground, looked round and tall and grim. “People need something to look up to,” said Builder, and made her a city. II. White and high and clean and spare she made the city. Called she … Continue reading →
When will we follow your rules? (Never!) When will we do what you say? (Never!) When will we walk your curves? (Never!) We all remember Borr Morrtock’s Day (Never!) (Chorus, “Walk Your Curves,” by “Ba-Ba” Ba-Renatis (organistrum and backup vocals) … Continue reading →
BARON RISING FLAMES CONSUMING THE TOWER AFLAME Fifth of Ninthmonth, 1492nd Year Since the Founding of Ka-Rone Cousin: The fundamental demographic issues of the Diamond Isle are as unseemly as they are inexorable. Ignoring, for the nonce, the illiterate ninety … Continue reading →
Old Ist, out in the swamp, wisened and withered. Popular rumor ran Old Ist was older than even a faen had the right to be, like a thousand years or more, and Old Ist was too big to be faen. … Continue reading →
It’s not a person, you can’t argue with it. No. … No. You’re not listening. It’s not a person. It doesn’t have a, it doesn’t have first-person locution. That’s not what it is. … It’s… it’s not that. It’s the … Continue reading →
Legend tells us the Maul of Eightfold Miseries was wrought in the glorious prehistoric days of Old Habadad, centuries before the founding of Ka-Rone, not as a functional instrument of war, but was a symbol of temporal authority. For an … Continue reading →
