The Imp’s Idea

18th Day of Harvest Season The imp has made a mess of things. It began innocently enough. The smaller children have a difficult time bringing in the harvest. The root vegetables pose little difficulty, and that is where the youngest worked for days. If any turnips and carrots remained, they would still be there, butContinue reading “The Imp’s Idea”

Jakob’s Journal Reunion

In November, I received word my sister passed away. I didn’t write much about that here. I tend to keep most of my personal life out of the blog. Some of it leaks out here, but usually these are general blog posts. I know others who have used their blog for therapeutic release when aContinue reading “Jakob’s Journal Reunion”

A Dwarven Oath

9th Day of Harvest Season “How long will you allow that charlatan to run the temple? To lay hands on people in the name of the Seven Holies?” “Master Gryst, it’s complicated.” “Complicated? How complicated can it be? She’s starving everyone. Last I checked, that was murder.” “And we are so pious in Sarond, isContinue reading “A Dwarven Oath”

Losing Arguments

7th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning I spent all day debating with myself, only to discover I have lost the argument. At least the hopeful side of me has. The side that is still a little boy filled with a child’s belief that all will turn out for the best, that evilContinue reading “Losing Arguments”

New Arrivals

6th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Days After Mourning The message arrived before dawn, and mine were the only eyes to see it. For two days, I have risen before first prayer to check on the birds in the early morning silence, hidden from watchful eyes. Thankfully, we are too short-handed to assign a priestContinue reading “New Arrivals”

Catalysts

48th Day of Ripening Season, 342 Years After Mourning Praise be upon the Seven Silver Crowns, she agreed! I was unsure. The girl’s fear is almost tangible. I can smell it each time she enters, too strong even for the damp rot to overpower. Whether she fears me, or the unknown, I cannot say, butContinue reading “Catalysts”

Our Secret

47th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The quill no longer trembles when I hold it, though I still cannot walk. A thick, sticky crust keeps my right eyelid shut, while the left eye focuses lazily on the darkness, wondering when the pain will end. It is interesting how time increases in the dark,Continue reading “Our Secret”

One by One

 46th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning  I have made a new friend, I think. Whether she is one of Imorgan’s or not, only time will tell. The newly ordained Cardinal, for I have no doubt that while she may have skipped the public ceremonies, the official sanctification of her role was institutedContinue reading “One by One”

Awaiting Judgment

43rd Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Ten days have passed since I walked out the temple doors, down the steps, and past the throng of desperately sick victims in the street. Without a backward glance, with the lad Barly on my right and quiet Noreen on my left, we left the otherContinue reading “Awaiting Judgment”

Leavetaking

39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the matter further. I had originally thoughtContinue reading “Leavetaking”