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The Call of Winter

She was once a daughter of summer, a child of growth and warmth. Beautiful like a sunny day she caught the eye of Winter, who seduced her to step into the silence, into the realm of ice and snow. There were attempts to save her, of course, but not before she had tasted the berries, […]

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The White Lady of Warm Whispers

The eldest of the Dream Guardians is the one we meet the most and never remember. She’s the Hazebringer, the Mist-Dweller, the Feather Fall in the Fog. She sends out her summons every eve, the call for the exhausted to come and join her in rest, to whisper their burdens, their worries, their secrets to her. […]

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Occasional Orpheus

The scythe was absolutely useless against mushrooms, they either regenerated stronger than my dots, or if killed with dd, exploded in dots of their own. I checked out the frost focus in case I could freeze the lava to cross over to the channeling spot, but nope. Lava stayed lava and my gear was getting […]

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They Wait

They wait. Between the worlds, in the space of silently slithering thoughts and ancient memories they bide their time. Their time never runs out, nor their patience. The realms shift, aeons pass, shadows slide in like the tide. They embrace the oldest of mysteries, the best-kept secrets: embrace and absorb before they retreat. The shadows […]

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Sparkle

Protect your spark, cherish it, nourish it. For all its strength it is frail and easily extinguished. It is not the organ pumping blood within your body, it is not the grey matter calculating along the list of to-dos, it is the inviting dance of the muse, the divine inspiration, the delight in creation, in […]

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The Glyph of the Bun

“I greet you, bunlings, and wish you warm eve. What has brought you out of the forest in such numbers, what might be so important that you ventured forth all the way to the Pool Between Worlds?”  “We want to write things!” “Yey things!” “Many yey things!” “To make surprises!” “We can’t be cheerful in human sounds, strange […]

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Dive Deeper

Dive deeper. It’s summer, it’s time to swim and play. Time to explore for the sake of exploration, to see new sights, try out new things, view visions never encountered before.  Who says the water isn’t warm enough yet? The sunlight reaches all the way down during the summer nights and where it doesn’t reach, the magic […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might […]

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Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might […]

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The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we […]

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The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we […]

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The Forest Spirit

Can you see them? Dancing just at the edges of your vision, flickering within the embrace of the trees.  Not everyone can. Not even all of the druids. It takes a special attitude, special attuning to the forest before your eyes open. But when you do, when your mind is finally relaxed enough, accepting enough, […]

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The Tower

Sometimes it’s all about security, of strong walls and gates, of narrow staircases leading higher, easily defensible positions. Sometimes it’s about the vantage point, of being able to see further than others, to have the whole picture in one glance, to enjoy the vision. Sometimes it is a test, of having the perseverance to climb […]

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Awaken

The statues line the sides of the bath house, sculpted into aesthetically pleasing poses and forms, the nudity both a declaration and invitation to the visitors to do the same, to drop their garments, their covers and relax. The black marble seems almost warm under the sun, tinted by the golden rays, the embrace of […]

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Stay Away

All the stories got it wrong. They paint the forest full of terrors and threats, scare the humans away from our home, turn tales into metaphors of fearing the unknown and not talking to strangers. There was no human child for a wolf to hunt, wolves know better than draw in angry hunters. It doesn’t […]

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The Tinderling Song

You might not notice them at first, walking in the woods. An oddly shaped old birch, some grass, perhaps a fallen tree. Not worth notice, not until it moves, stands up and stares you right in the face. Did you wander too far, step too close to the fae waystones, breach their territory? Is it […]

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