The river was gloomy. A rich field of bog and heather lay patiently beside a river grey with apathy, its eddies and creeks coiling endlessly through hills of East Lundria. Beside them, moss lined footpaths of pebble and shale formed their own channels, twisting and turning, converging towards the babbly burble of every watercourse that flowed … Continue reading The River Denly
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A Short Hike in Lundra
The rain tumbled down, drenching the over-soaked trail and casting a cloud over the decision to have a picnic.It was a bothered kind of rainfall, a cascade of laundry-flooded sheets that billowed and blanketed across the embattled countryside, rolling down hills and valleys so torrentially that the land was water-logged passed the point of etymology.Trudging … Continue reading A Short Hike in Lundra
🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
There was trouble brewing in the bog. Drella stood over her cauldron and admired the boiling broth within. A bog witch is well accustomed to trouble. From curious young ravens who practice their ominous foreshadowing by lingering in the corners of a witch’s vision, to foolish young townsfolk who march off into the wilds to … Continue reading 🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
🧹 A Bog Witch
Drella was a bog witch. Across the span of two decades, Drella had double, double toiled and troubled her way into becoming quite competent at bog witchery and couldn’t help but feel disconsolate when her life was boiled down into nothing more than hocus pocus. For a bog witch, there were many presumptions that were … Continue reading 🧹 A Bog Witch
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
‘woop.’ The Watcher spoke, his thin breath caught upon the night air with a pause of caution. Words, he knew, had power. There was a greater dominion to the spoken word than a human mind could fathom; the circle chants of Den Helden that are said to turn iron into gold, the legends of Death’s … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6
The fireplace was barely untended. It was swept, a bucket of kindling was stacked by its side, there was an expectant readiness to the fireplace that doom, the hearth sprite, felt unsettled by. It looked so barren, the sprite thought as it gazed into the cavernous maw of a thankfully soot-crowded chimney. To properly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
It was no weather for travel. Lundra, by its rainy nature, knew little of travelling. It was a gormless thing, a nagging part of the day that people did their best to avoid. Some would ignore travel as it happened to them. Tinctures of rum and lavender to help sleep hold throughout the burden, Boxes, … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 4
There was no such thing as good luck.Sure, there were times when a glass may fall to the floor without shattering or when a table might be kicked and the priceless relic of Ekilm’s wisdom only shifts precariously towards the edge—much to the relief of the cleaner. But were these moments an advent of good … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 4
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3
The key fell into the lock as if it had hung there for over a century. Turning carefully, the shadowed figure of Mickey Hallan, a part-time thief and lowly-rung member of a lowly-rung cult, felt every granule of dust rebel against the movement of the lock's tumblers. It needed a jiggle, locks like these always … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2
The sun wearily shuffles across a Lundrian morning both haggard and uncaffeinated. It arrives without lustre, a faint glow still adorned by the pyjamas of a rolling cloud-line. Filtered light then greets the day with a yawn, settling dew drips down from the moss-covered peaks and onto the rolling hills, onto the emerald green grass … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2
Sunday Short Stories 