The Lore Singer

'S i a'mhearr mor dő se meoirchill eann crèig na'mor. ........My fear is darker than my own shadow. It is here where the narrator begins to indulge in a particularly favourite pastime of his: that of multifashioned Speech and those happily affiliated with its diverse forms. Of course, one cannot even begin to recount all [...]

Prominent traits exhibit themselves among the races - various bloodlines have diverged to the point where such physical and ability traits can often point one in the direction of his general ancestors; among the most notable concerns the eyes of those with some measure of Glimmdrad heritage, but others will be noted as well. The [...]

Being the first leod, to wit, the first spoken ballad, of the tale of Þrar, King of Hrethendawn, and his seed and of their war against the fell forces of Duzk-ccyrak.  A pæyre of wings and gilded sword,  a Torith stone of Gildmedran,  adorned the belt she so oft wore,  a hoar upon her gold-flecked hæyre,  and light born in the talisman.  In eyes of silvery blue and [...]

*warning note: explicit; may be triggering to some Made sure to break my back Made sure to build my walls. Made sure I wasn't sick Or they would make me crawl. I'm fucking sick and tired Of dead surgical swarms I don't want a switch implanted in my back anymore. Keeping me alive for the [...]

Who do I think i am exactly? Focus so much on the outside I forgot my heart I forgot what mattered Until it was broken. And i couldn't point fingers In any other direction, Couldnt lay the blame on Anyone else, Couldnt tell them they Made my life hell Bc im the one that did [...]

The anticipation of hurt readies you. The expectation of hurt destroys you. Learn to be okay with hurting. It doesn't mean it is right or just that there is hurt in the wourlde. It just means that Love is stronger than pain and anger. Love is powerful enough to not grow stagnant in these dark, [...]

Velkommen. vi alle sover alt er ikke tapt men kreklingene har ikke klart å vekke oss. Velkommen. jeg er ikke håpløst men kulden veier tungt på meg. Velkommen..... men kan det være Jesus Kristus hjelpe oss.

Rock Paper Scissors Now my knuckles bleed from paper cuts. Rock paper scissors My fingers were mutilated by doubled knives. Rock paper scissors A rock split my skull open. My arrogant heart Learnt that day to never Bet on a life. I hope the ones who taught me how to gamble my soul away are happy. [...]

This is, quite literally, nothing more than a brief summarisation of general knowledge concerning the respective inhabited Realms: Asphydor (Ëorda): Currency: Varies, but the Draðr has profoundly penetrated to other Realms as well Inhabitants (as of the time of this writing): Many Men; a few Glimmdrad remaining from the old councils of long ago, many [...]

And now we arrive at a subject most diligently studied by the narrator but of which, despite his utmost exertions, he understands only a very small part, for there are beings in the universe far more excellently practised in this art and who have mastered many forms of that mysterious entity we mortals call magic. [...]