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 →
Be-Rasuru dueled Corvek Aluntar on Forsakemenot, over who would wed the Child of Rain. Corvek slew Be-Rasuru with a hidden knifeblade, and Be-Rasusu’s brother called it murder and siezed Corvek and Corvek’s entourage and hung them on wires from the … Continue reading →
Lazlo Alberdinne (1188-1244) has been called the Father of Maps. The man’s impact on the field of geography cannot be overstated. Prior to his dissemination of the Atlas of the Mother Countries, the primary cartographic authority was held by the … Continue reading →
JUDGING THE LAMPLIGHTERS An Essay by Ka-Enilu, Age 14 In Partial Completion of the End-of-Term Requirements for In-Oldu’s Class on the Social History of the Diamond Isle 1. How should actions be evaluated? The barbarian-poet Pale-Opals-in-Moonlight wrote “If I break … Continue reading →
I used to be a rememberer. I know I don’t look like it; rememberers are usually cleaner and better-dressed and better-fed. But they kicked me out of the union and I couldn’t get any work and now I’m reduced to … Continue reading →
Invocation 38 Sing the song of memory and open yourself to the breathing record of what came before. Keep your mind’s tongue still and in that stillness, in that silence hear the whisper of culture. Culture suffuses us, supports us, … Continue reading →
