Cruel Carrion Carries On Thursday, Jun 3 2010 

Quoth the beastly bird: “Aye, what do you bring me Charon? Is’t a morsel, snack, or feast? Shall I at long last have meat? You pass me by too quickly each time and I have not touched your cargo for these thousand years. I have only bones to gnaw on.”

“Nay, foul carrion,” said Farin, in Charon’s stead. “Your master’s hand has no food, for I am still living.”

And the bird did wail and lament: “Oh, Charon, hand him over.”

Charon said, “He is not mine, else I would give him,” and rowed forth, the long sinews of his arms tugging at the oars.

But Underworld’s great bird was not to be dissuaded. It haunched high up on its iron legs. Its wings spread wide, and Farin saw that they were naked and ugly.

“Come not between the Carrion and her prey!”

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The River Runs Tuesday, Jun 1 2010 

Lands unknown, lands forsworn, passed by unseen along each side of the black Charon river. Underworld’s roof signs of wear. When Farin looked up he could see starlight peeping through the cracks to Overland. Night had fallen.

The Charon reached an island and rushed around it. A mighty, beastly bird rose up from the island and spread wings that were so broad, they could have crushed a bear.

. Thursday, May 27 2010 

Farin called on the keeper of Charon’s boat.

“Charon, how deep can you take me?”

Pleading the Path Wednesday, May 26 2010 

Now God, who had sent down Lilith from her holy realm, saw the path that lay before the triad and took keen interest in Farin; for Lilith’s works were great and deserving of merit. The saints gathered and as one peaked down into the lower places; and they saw that good Sir Farin had met but a little company, of hell’s vast sea of sinners, and that snares lay in wait for him.

And the saints urged God to lift the curse that lay upon the city for which Farin so toiled; and as we have heard, God said that he would impart grace to the city through no lesser man than Farin of Rosgaliant, and so God would abolish the curse of famine and drought.

And we see that Farin knew God and took light into the depths, and the light saved the city, and Farin’s hands were thus made pure.

The triad arrived at the river Charon which passed down into the Underlying Sea. And here Maroph left Farin’s company, and returned to sleep beneath the Underworld; and Farin assayed the keeper of the boat, whiles Lilith slept at his breast and dared not to wake for a time: for the far side of Underworld’s river was an ugly place unfit for her virgin eyes.

The Path is Paved Monday, May 24 2010 

Should heaven burn or hell freeze over, yet the shieldmen would not let down their guard. And Maroph, knowing the strength of the guardians, spake thus in most commanding tone:

“Whoso raises his arm against Farin and his fellowship shall likewise suffer the fate of Savia the Silver, who is damned by God. You have no stake in such small skirmish. Farin of Rosgaliant is not one of your own, and does not belong in the Underworld, save by holy appointment. Put back your shields and let him by, for as my daughter may well say, Sir Farin seeks to break the curse that sits on the city in Overland.”

The unseeable guards smacked their spears across their broad breast plates.

“We are the keepers of Underworld’s deepest gates, and our way is shut. The curse shall not be broken ere the world end. Depart from me, you holy triad. An you live, I shall not see your faces.”

And Sir Farin spake:

“Who keeps the keys that bind the city in Overland?”

“The keeper of Underworld’s seas.”

“Then in good will lead us to him.”

Again the guardians refused, but Lilith fluttered forth from Farin’s breast and cast light in the darkness; and the knights were made visible, and they cowered like blinded mice.

And the goblin that bore Savia’s stained soul unleashed a cry of horrid fury, and died of fear, and Savia’s shade escaped from Lilith’s light and fluttered back across the wilderness to the confines of her castle.

And Farin raised his sword and wrought mighty works against the guardians, slaying none, for all were dead, but delivering such stinging blows that none was left unscathed, and each and every guard fled after his mistress across the vast blank wilderness, for the shores of Underworld’s seas, that lay a hundred miles off.

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.

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