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How Do You Choose To See The World?

Right folks, it’s time for a bout of honesty now. I initially titled this post ‘We’re All Bastards’ (sorry, a bit less formal though, haha!) and to a certain extent I believe that this is partially true. None of us are perfect, especially when it comes to how we look at and how we feel about others. Continue reading “How Do You Choose To See The World?”

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An Appreciation for Autumn

A subtle smile crept onto my face the other day as I was walking my dog, Oghren, with my fiance. It was an evening walk to a local park often frequented by other dogs (who kindly allow their masters to accompany them) and one where I couldn’t help but gander around during the pleasant pauses in between the intermittent poopy times where my little hound presents to us warm gifts of smelly, brown floor cakes. For the record I don’t recommend ever treating such gifts as food. If you are struggling with my overt sarcastic overtones and need to be warned about this then you probably shouldn’t own a dog – or live by yourself. Don’t eat the poop! Continue reading “An Appreciation for Autumn”

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The Magic and Misgivings of Meticulous Maps

I have always had an affinity for maps for as long as I can recall and it is a fascination that I still maintain to this very day. When I think back to my childhood I remember having vague recollections of drawing out crude charts of our local surroundings as I would journey with my mother and sister to wherever it was that we were going. I have no memory of the destination, just the journey itself. I would show my mother what I was drawing and then explain in some detail that we shouldn’t be taking certain routes to avoid whatever imaginary pitfalls or monsters my imagination could conjure that lay ahead. A park became a swamp, a few trees became a forest and a lamppost became a creature of unknowable capability and malicious intent. Continue reading “The Magic and Misgivings of Meticulous Maps”

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The Grey Wolds

The ogres, or O’kr as they call themselves in their own basic way, of the Highlands that dwell in the north of the Lands of Winter are a savage, bestial and unrelenting race of hunters. They live for the chase, strive for the prize and seek their prey with an excitable thirst for blood and honour. To the ogres, the races of men and ayl’far are nothing but game to be hunted and exterminated, as the pathetic and weak vermin that they are, should they ever dare to cross into their tribal territories. Continue reading “The Grey Wolds”

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Sun Kissed & Moon Blessed

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The Legend of Old Erathos

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What She Sees

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Who Decided It’s Horrible?

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Gravegarden

“When the Red Moon rises and blooms a bright blood sky, Ashyara, the Lady of Death and most revered Dark Goddess, will walk amongst the garden of graves to watch over the honoured dead.”

Surrounded by tall, stone watchtowers that burn the endless white green fire of hallowed flame and guarded by those condemned by law to watch over the dead stands the City of Graves, commonly known as Gravegarden, in the Lochlands amongst the lands of winter. Here lie the bodies of a hundred Kings, a thousand Lords and over a hundred thousand soldiers and warriors who have fought and died for their brothers, their sisters, their homeland and their crown. No place in the entire northern realm of men is more venerated and respected by all than this sacred place. Continue reading “Gravegarden”

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A Lament for War

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Crocker Hop’s Drop

Would you be prepared to do that which you would expect of a fool? For a fleeting glimpse of silver and gold, would you dare risk what the tales have already told? Would you risk your life in the pursuit of wealth if someone were to ask you to do so in exchange for completing a simple game of dare and drink? Continue reading “Crocker Hop’s Drop”

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The Independence of Ayrlaston

Dveroth had been conquered and the race of men from the northern realm of the Lochlands had claimed the country for themselves. Several notable Houses and leaders were placed into the positions of Baron to maintain stability and control of this new realm, which was a fertile land full of possibilities and potential. Some naysayers would claim years later that the King of Wintermere had purposefully sent his envoy of settlers, including his own cousin, to die across the border just so he would have a reason to invade. Many more say that he would have failed in this foolish endeavour were it not for the contributions of House Valorayne, Morvayne, Orelia and Thorn and especially that of his newest General, Wulfgar the Stoneslayer. But he would claim his new territory regardless and begin to form this new country as a vassal state of the Winter Court. Continue reading “The Independence of Ayrlaston”

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