It’s a Malathian Tradition.
Pretty much everything is, in the end. Fighting, drinking, loving, worshiping, eating, drinking, toasting, boasting, drinking. Any one is a Malathian Activity. Any two are a a Malathian Tradition. Any three are Malatian Cultural Values.
Especially Drinking, Drinking and Drinking.
I’m not drinking, not right now. Not for almost three months, and I’m [...]
“My lady Weaver
I ask you to cast your eye on this small patch of land.
Or your ear.
Or your nose.
Frankly, if you wanted to cast your elbow on it, that could certainly do no harm. Your eyebrow, arched above, would be a rainbow to it.
Mostly what this land needs is your love. Not a lot, really. [...]
A patch of darkness shifts towards me, and reveals itself as Jacob, who wanders past and shows me his watch, the time’s getting close when I’m going to have to go over to Mill-en and perform the ceremony.
He’s looking… calm, in a way I find dangerous for a man who recently befell so much loss. [...]
“I am sorry to tell you that Lady Blackthorne has passed away. She died in childbirth”
Right. You’re from Millen, I know you are, because you told me. So, do I know Lady Blackthorne? Bah, who am I kidding. The number of Millenese noblewomen I know I could fit on the fingers of my head. Fiona’s taking it a bit [...]
The Speaker,
The Woven Braid,
South Docks, Nordon.
I’ve asked this captain to deliver this message to you, and he’s thankfully obliged. I am “Det Marshall”, who you so helpfully put up for some nights just under two years ago (Possibly just over by now, mail delivery by ship isn’t exactly speedy). I’d like to thank you for [...]
I hated it there.
I’m not a blacksmith, like my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather or my brother.
I was going to inherit the smithy when my da went to the lover’s final caress. I couldn’t do that to my brother, or to me. So I ran away.
The name isn’t mine. The name’s a joke. “Attention to [...]
By the power of the Maelstrom. By the light of the universe, by the souls of the earth. This dagger I see before me, hand crafted and unused, is potential. It has a fate, and its fate is the curse of these lands. Into it I imbue the power to go beyond that of mere [...]