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Article The Burning Door 4: The Cares of Kingsmen One slow squeezing crack at a time, the blue-white ice of their long, deep winters had forced a cut in the mighty shoulder of the mountainsi
Burning Door 4 Latest post Article 2d ago The Burning Door. 2: The Headwoman Lirau thanked the girl and sent her away again, watched her clamber down the ladder until her face and then her long brown fingers slipped away below sight. Then Lirau turned back to Kharlan where he peered down from the tower railing over the empty fields lying to their northwest. “If we lose this fight, they will not only kill our bodies. I fear they will crush our memory in the young. The poor children… will have little notion of who they are, who they come from, what it all means… Why we fought.” She did not relish the thought of being bound at wrist and ankle and tossed into the Ghathanath Gorge. She felt her fear rising as her mind named the possibility. It must have crossed her face b Article March 13 The Burning Door. 1: The Boy Where the sweeps of tall grass gave way to heather-stubbled soil and rocks downy with moss, a long double file of black capes and steel helms marched over a narrow dirt pathway. The pathway, too humble to be a stone-paved road, broadened under their relentless tread, betrayed to them how it ran along the westerly escarpment that shoved a small plateau up from this middling height of the Great Ridge mountains. The pathway was old, far older than memory, even the long and careful memory of the people who these two or three legions meant to soon surround. The tall shields of the infantry made them look at this distance like a crawling manyfoot, spears and quivers standing above them like the in Article March 13 Naninthil's Night The girl would go forth from the high hill where the elder shamans stood, descending the overgrown path traced by marking-stones and tall, etched rune-poles, passing by the graveyard that lay between the village and the black forest. It was Naninthil’s Night, and so her sisters and brother and cousins, mothers and father and all the others must sit their vigil around the bonfire in the heart of the village, and the elder shamans must stand in their own wary vigil upon the high hill as she and the spirits of the black forest contended. Three of them had brought torches to light their path to the edge of the high hill and mark the beginning of her peril. The eldest shaman, her creaking form be Article Dec 21, 2025 The King's Taste Of all the master cooks who had come to Iarbeth to compete for the royal favor, the Badger King had kept him. Him. Pindelrig . One meal after another, one week after another. He had won the great contest only to face the dread of serving the King, often doused in wine and raving in his famous tempers. The stewards came and went nervously in their green or blue robes. Slaves kept their eyes trained on the stone floor of the Royal Palace, necks tense. Like a roll of discarded tapestry, the Queen wore herself in a permanent, exhausted slouch in the background. And Pindelrig began to understand why. Twice in the wee hours he had been woken and dragged back to the kitchens to fix something to hel Article Nov 7, 2025 At the Listening Stone Himna’s village was ringed by the timeless forest that some said stretched unbroken from the Southwilds up the Great Ridge all the way to the edge of the Cradle of Stars. Strange old tales held that their ancestors had been the victors in a nameless battle in that forest, a battle covered so thickly by the trees that neither the Sun nor the divine Eagle could witness the terrible slaughter that befell the losing side. And the winners, glutted with blood and dark glory, yet ashamed of what they had done, marked the desecration with a sacred stone, tossed their weapons to the bottom of a pool, and swore to never again draw blade against the living. For, it was said, they had won not by courage Article Nov 1, 2025 What the Gods Gave Him The stone looked to him like a perfectly cut sphere of pearly marble that had somehow melted. Not as butter might melt, losing form, but as a high floe of winter ice from the mountains might shift gradually layer by layer, the top sliding over the bottom, the bottom spreading out without quite losing form. It was about the size of his fist, easily contained in one palm, but it was heavier than iron and strangely uncomfortable to grip. The stone, resting on his rickety table, seemed to stare back at him, waiting for a decision. Kezendi rolled his thin shoulders and, with a nervous jitter, used the linen bag to scoop it up again. He pushed the stone inside the bag to the edge of his small tabl Article Oct 26, 2025 A Funeral All that fly and glide, be praised and recognized All that swim and slither, be praised and recognized All that walk and crawl, be praised and recognized All that grow in the world-forest, be praised and recognized! When we go, we go with pleasure To the waiting place, to the waiting place, When we go, we go rejoicing – Reborn in soil and shoot, in bone and blood! It was too much for Tunain to bear. She shoved shoulder-first through the crowd of first kin, second kin, near neighbors and far, and passed through the baked earthen outer walls of her family household into the inner ring. The portal to the family well was dark and cool. She passed through it to the skylit atrium, bare feet paddin Article Oct 25, 2025 Letter 1753, rolled parchment, from the Yellow Chamber archive recovered in Old Korroth Middle Summer 11, 1279 For Exalted Moren Dhain From Moren Ethmand, humbly We are fortunate to live in this great land during the reign of the King of Peace. The High King has caused the revival of much knowledge, not least including that from his interest in the Felneren Empire, from which our own order indirectly sprang. One matter has troubled me in the histories, however, which I have not enough practice at working through. Certain accounts of the first Era of Felner frequently mention the flaying of human captives, who the Firga often describe as the most debased criminals and rebels. This is noted even as late as the reign of the eponymous Felner of the Birches. This shocking punishment Article Sep 22, 2025 A Substitute Hi folks, my apologies, I came down with a bug the past couple days and haven't had the energy even to edit the post I had planned to post. I hope to get it out in the next day or two as my health bounces back. Article Sep 14, 2025 Sickie break Hi folks, my apologies, I came down with a bug the past couple days and haven't had the energy even to edit the post I had planned to post. I hope to get it out in the next day or two as my health bounces back. Article Sep 9, 2025 
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