Three Twisted Knots

Not all those who wander are lost.

No; I don’t know what happened. In a moment of reflection, I began considering our land and its predicament. I took myself to the water ritual dais and meditated for a while upon the great axe left there, sunk in the stone, for some foretold ruler whom many now believed would never come. What to do; …

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Like a ghost, she comes. Over the water gliding gladly See her there among the stones. See her there among the stones Glows she like a moonlit pearl Like a ghost she comes. Glows she like a moonlit pearl Stars above her, sea below Over the water gliding gladly Over the water gliding gladly Watch …

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You don’t know me, but you’re about to. My name is Angharad Eleri, and I am just over 100 years old. That makes me, in my conservative Cymric parents’ opinion, old enough to strike out into the world. Really, in this day and age, most Sidhe parents allow their children to grow up in about the …

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I love my castle. Designed by Riven (of Rivendale), it’s a joy to live in. I was never so happy to see a building appear in the Realm than when I saw that castle out the window of the (almost) equally beautiful Treehouse. I think in time we shall use the Treehouse for community events as it’s more suited …

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A new month, and here we are just past Midsummer. Because I have a lot on my RL plate right now with work, I thought I’d just tell you about some of the amazing things I found at Hair Fair, with the promise that there’s plenty more to come from that quarter. Throughout the month …

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I took Dyisi down beneath the mystical portals of the Fairelands Junction for our special time together at the Great Faire. I wanted to show her how beautiful the memories of all the Fairelanders were when placed into a special cove. The air was alight with candles, and the roots of the trees went deep, …

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I have news for you: the stag bell, winter snows, summer Has gone. Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course, the sea Runs high. Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost; the wild goose has Raised its accustomed cry. Cold has seized the birds wings; season of ice. This is my news. …

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So, yeah. I said my mobile was working in that strange forest I landed in. About two hours after I discovered the crag above the water, right after I’d put together a makeshift campsite and managed to gig a couple of frogs for dinner, I got a call from my fixer. Security gig, small town, infested …

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