Breadth and Width of Her Defense Sunday, May 23 2010 

Yet the second ring was here unattainable, for it was guarded by invisible knights who bore tall silver shields. And the width of their shields was three feet, and from top to bottom, five feet, and the wall of their defense stretched a half-mile wide, and their spears stood tall and at the ready.


Faithless fiends with furrowed brows Saturday, May 22 2010 

But the driver writhed and changed his form, into a wisp of a ghost, and spread through the air like gray breath. And Maroph beheld the ghost, and saw that they had been tricked, and that the driver had been a guise put on by the witch Savia, whose dark arts spread mist across the roofs of the Underworld.

And Maroph spoke and said:

“Why do you defy the youth? He is Farin of Rosgaliant. He passes with our blessing. Do not touch him.”

And the wisp of Savia set the faithless dead on the holy triad, and there was mighty fighting, until Maroph broke the earth in twain with his strong hammer, and cast the dead into the pit he made. Savia made off and inhabited a goblin who tended to the Underworld’s second ring.

Friday, May 21 2010 

Whiles her father Maroph raised his fist to smite the wicked driver, Farin leaped forth quicker than light and slipped his blade betwixt the driver’s upper ribs, above the left lung.

Wednesday, May 19 2010 

The driver saw the holy triad. His brow darkened. When he lay eyes on Lilith he swore at her.

Where the Deliberately-Lazy Persons Find Their Home Wednesday, May 19 2010 

A wand danced the air about them, drawn by an unseen hand, and leaving trails of crimson mist that hung in the air and bled down to the earth. The mists formed words. They read thus:


The stone beneath Farin’s feet gaped wide and shrieked with a hundred million voices. The earth’s dead were spit out, only they had no stomachs, and their eyes were absent from the sockets and dotted the depths below. They stumbled forth, blind and naked, their lower ribs uniformly broken and their bowls torn out by fingers. Their driver was a very old man, who in life had feigned to be holy, and he urged them forth to a very black river with the rash glee of a perverse child that likes to strike wounded animals.

The Moth and Father Speak Monday, May 17 2010 

His voice creaked like old wheels. “Why come you my daughter Lilith to the chambers of our Underworld?”

“Lord,” said she, “I guard this strange man from Overland. He came upon our nemesis the Minotaur and sung my song. The powers sent me hence, and I took to the guise of this fair moth so I could hide by this stranger’s heart. He is named Farin of Rosgaliant. You see the blade he bears. Was ever a man so brave as to descend into hell preluding death?” And thus Lilith took again the fair form of a lover, and her wings grew slight and vanished as her core grew and took form. The powers graced her with a pure white hood to hide her maidenhood, for as the stories tell, though she was once a lover, the fates had seen to her hero Leoro the Valiant and slain him in the wilderness, and thus her maidenhood was never lost.

So Maroph, taking favor of Lilith and her patron knight, led Farin by the hand through the valley, until they came to the first circle of Underworld.

Rising Tides of Wrath Monday, May 17 2010 

With the grace of saints, Lilith sung an old Overworld tune that reached into the heart of the Earth, wherein lived her father, fairy king of heaven, lain to rest until the day came when Overland would need him again. His name among men was Maroph, and his daughter’s song recalled to him man’s plight.

He rose from beneath the roots of the Underworld’s trees. The song led him to the boar, whose eyes shot red for sheer terror. The boar’s mother indwelt its dumb brain. By its mouth the witch said:

“Why rise you, Maroph, before the day of reckoning?”

Farin toppled from the beast’s jaws. Farin held tight to his sword, but when he rose, he found Maroph, mighty Maroph, astride the monster. And Maroph struck its skull upon the tree bark, and from the head removed the monster’s brains, and taking hold of Farin’s sword, sliced it into twenty parts, and scattered the fractions in the brambles, that their mistress may have no use of them again.

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