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This message board has gone from a death salute by travelers to a death salute by dead people. Rest in Peace knowing despite some close calls, Fae has outlasted all of you.
Happy Halloween
Velarus and Bicho raro
Inspiration inspiration... I haven't had as much time to read lately, see. Wouldn't want to false advertise a book that wasn't worth reading. Still, I should have a new theme soon.
Hey 
Velarus, how are things?
Things are well. But Karma/my job have been occupying my full attention. Capitalism in this world and the next, if you catch my meaning. Sorry for neglecting this place.
Not a problem, I was just checking in.
Almost zombie time!
Sorry for zombifying everyone, It's what I do!
More importantly, I've decided to passlock the region until our founder returns. Velarus, If you see this TG me for the password.
Hopefully its just a short nap in CTE land...
I saw that. The players behind this region seem not to have much time, currently. Too bad their puppets won't get cards.
I liked the outcome of my card, too :) One of the few of mine that actually looks better vertical, lol. Yours is nicely aligned and suitably horrifying :P
From "Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell." I'm reading it now, came across this mysterious little excerpt, and thought it should live here.
I reached out my hand; England's rivers turned and flowed the other way;
I reached out my hand; my enemies' blood stopped in their veins;
I reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies' heads like a flock of starlings;
My enemies crumpled like empty sacks.
I came to them out of mists and rain;
I came to them in dreams at midnight;
I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled the northern sky at dawn;
When they thought themselves safe I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood.
The rain made a door for me and I went through it;
The stones made a throne for me and I sat upon it;
Three kingdoms were given to me to be mine forever;
England was given to me to be mine forever.
The nameless slave wore a silver crown;
The nameless slave was a king in a strange country.
The weapons that my enemies raised against me are venerated in Hell as holy relics;
Plans that my enemies raised against me are preserved as holy texts;
Blood that I shed upon ancient battlefields is scraped from the stained earth by Hell's sacristans and placed in a vessel of silver and ivory.
I gave magic to England, a valuable inheritance
But Englishmen have despised my gift
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it;
In winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it.
Two magicians shall appear in England.
The first shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me;
The first shall be governed by thieves and murderers; the second shall conspire at his own destruction;
The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache;
The second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy’s hand.
The first shall pass his life alone; he shall be his own gaoler;
The second shall tread lonely roads, the storm above his head, seeking a dark tower upon a high hillside.
I sit upon a black throne in the shadows but they shall not see me.
The rain shall make a door for me and I shall pass through it;
The stones shall make a throne for me and I shall sit upon it.
The nameless slave shall wear a silver crown,
The nameless slave shall be a king in a strange country.
Velarus and Zombie Aurora
Alone. To help.
The nutshell. No ‘scape.
Egress. Again.
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