Tiding 32: Last Words

“Those who could rushed to the borders, carrying Cenja’s secrets with them. That which was left behind, Grafan buried – so deep as to never be disinterred. Duier’s great library was unwritten, given to Belka, the only person used to carrying such sorrow. Its buildings were torn down, gravestones shattered, engravings uncarved themselves. 

One by one its envoys became a part of Duier once more. Then, when it could hold Corpus back no longer, it brought about its own end. Keen, once a priest of a ghostly moon, saw to both of their unravellings”

Tiding 31: Eulogy

C/W: Death
“…Belka, when the earth around it has dried too completely to sustain it, the stone fern gathers up its leaves close and pulls up its own roots from the earth – we cannot hear the cries of plants, but we must assume that it hurts it some to do so – but still it does so, and it lets the winds take it with them until it finds what it is looking for. And perhaps it settles there or moves on again and again, but each time it must it takes the risk – because staying where the dry stone sucks the life away from it is undoubtedly the worst fate it can imagine”

– Karuum, the Heart of Growth

Tiding 30: A Drift

“Tomorrow we’re going camping! Bris promised forever ago and is finally going to take us. It’ll be me and Korrin, but Venz, Belka and Femrir are coming too. I’m not sure how many tents we’re taking, or even if we’re taking tents. I hope Bris doesn’t try to make us sleep outside again.

It’s going to be great. Bris says that she’s going to show us a waterfall and teach us about some of the plants and animals she’s found. I’m going to add them all to the book. Maybe I’ll even be able to come up with some new recipes too!”

     – Challa

Tiding 29: Sword to Sword

C/W: death (from opening), moderate violence

“I know you won’t want to talk to me after I tell you, or even listen. So, I’m writing – in case I don’t make it, in case that one day after you want to read it. Maybe when the day comes that I’m gone and Korrin is grown, you might let him read it too.

It’s dangerous out here, doing this. I do it because it’s what I know. It’s what I’m good at. Out here the winds seem to grow colder and colder; knowing that you’re safe, the both of you, warms me against them. Stay warm by your fires. Stay safe.”

     – Bris

Tiding 28: Forged Provenance

“I think that was when I began to question my place in the Splintered Breath. Funny really, that when you joined was when I first thought about leaving.

It wasn’t that I disagreed with what we were trying to do – Calloa did not deserve its imprisonment. However, seeing Ferrox Urstraet’s unwillingness to consider that the citizens of Frailty would be punished as much as its rulers, terrified me. I saw then that she would put her ideals above the safety of others.”

     – Venz

Tiding 27: The Chains

“Other rogues began to create counterfeits. A great shadow industry of fakes and forgeries blossomed. While most peddled shoddy imitations and bluffed at their provenance, experts made sure to replicate every detail. To their books, they would attach chains and etch tell-tale insignia down the spines. They would use glues to emulate the strange fusion that was the inevitable fate of all of Eulogy’s tomes.”

     – Avyn Fiir Vorunt

Tiding 24: Paper and Clay, Wood and Gold

C/W: Death, violence, memory loss

“It is hard, to rewrite what has been written. To change the thing completely is a long and weary task; harder still alone. A myriad of paths which must be followed to their ends, a detangling of possible and probable and maybe. The more you try to alter in that moment, the further out the tears will spread. Still.

With time, with patience. With purpose.

Yes.

I suppose it can be done”

  – Belka