The Lore Singer

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. [...]

As Elonru deemed it worthy to divide the work of His hands from His own abode among the Reality - that vast Unknown which lies beyond the First Veil, whereamong he may dwell as He pleases - so also did He deem it honourable to place a Second Veil between the earth and its ayre, [...]

Of Ages It seems fitting at this point to make mention of the Ages as the Glimmdrad count them, for many records were written long ago among the lands of the fair-folke. It must be noted, however, that if this account is to be read as something of a textbook, the reader will quite likely [...]

velaas dans-el boske ruinas dans-las hohas castiios en l'arena luzses en-la ventaana raiios d' luna sur l'aguua musgo sur-las piedraas duros sont-los aniios a grandeza polvo en-el zsielo les nuages sur l'aguua h'mbres dans-les nuages guardián embelesaado avec bokas mentirosas demonios entraron ses sueniios - diheron ça, et el conkistador podría h'ber estchado korrekto - [...]

Part One A frozen and bare wasteland. Ice sheets pelt the night sky with unrelenting fury. Between the Two Poles sing the sweet strains of carols, crashing against the thrum of a glass of milk and the hum of the liquid splashing inside the glistening container. And it crashes against the glass as if crying [...]

Hello. Nice to have met you. I'm dead. You might be confused. It's understandable. But I'm the dead version of you. That's me. And right now, you are looking at me with envy. Wishing it would all go away and somehow still come back. I'm so sorry.  I'm so, so sorry, my friend. I know [...]

and a living puzzle i cannot solve and a bloody chest i cannot open the Key is there within reach within sight Therein lies the power and the balance between death and life i reach and i know to grasp It would spell the end of the murky and shuddering cave wherein Hangs the Key [...]