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.

Stranger spawn awaits Saturday, May 15 2010 

Farin and Lilith came to the bottom of the road. Ahead lay the twined brambles of the Underworld’s forest. An ivy trellis formed a doorway. The doorway opened to an unpaved road that snaked through the forest. Where it lead, no one knew, save forwards downwards.

Farin and Lilith passed under the trellis. Dark birds cawed in the wood. Lilith shone her light upon them. Their marble eyes were blinded, and they shied away into the deep, dark depths of the Underworld’s wood.

Now Savia, the Underworld’s witch, espied the travelers from her castle that lay in the high vales of the Underworld, and she sent her child to waylay them on the road. It bounded forth from her ivory tower, down into the forest. Lilith, knowing all, urged Farin to whet his sword.

The beast uprooted trees in its unworldly rampage. It tramped on four cloven hooves and stood taller than most horses stand. Its tusks were broad and sturdier than bone, and its snout, when it smelled Farin’s scent, bled with hungerlust. A boar, it was, and yet not a boar, for its father was a warlock and its mother, on the day of inception, had unnaturally taken on the guise of a beast and thus spawned this ugly imitation of creation.

It came down upon Farin, and plucked Farin from the ground by its jaws, and shook him like a rag doll. But Lilith, holy Lilith, would not let her champion be defiled. With the grace of saints, Lilith…


did what? you ask.

As soon as I know, I will tell you what she did.

The Second Descent Thursday, May 13 2010 

Lilith’s moth tugged at Farin’s heart and made him step to the edge of the Plateau. The Underworld’s vast expanse spread out before him, far below the cliff edge, like a map of phantom hills and ghostly trees.

The moth left Farin’s breast and cast bright light with its translucent wings.

A road passed along the cliff face, sloping steeply down until it reached the edge of the Underworld’s first forest, far, far below.

Lilith shone light into the darkness and fluttered down along the road, and Farin followed her into the earth’s bowls.

From Empty Pools and the Dim Plateau, the Undead Rise Wednesday, May 12 2010 

Now Farin’s sword was a long, slight blade, and its makers had engraved old runes into its cross guard. When he slipped it from its sheath it glimmered slight, though there was no sunlight in this world.

“I am Farin, of Rosgaliant.”

The Second Chamberlain hissed and spat, and the sinners rose from their empty pools, their filthy chains clanking like rocks. The first sinner bit at Farin’s hands, in hopes of snapping off his light fingers, but the blade slipped down the sinner’s throat and severed the chords within.

The second sinner came at Farin and its brains bled like a river, and when the blood splashed on Farin’s clothes, it burned their wearer. Farin swung once, and lopped off the sinner’s perverse head, and the head rolled off the Plateau into the far depths of the underworld.

The third sinner bounded forth like an eager child, and his overlong hands wrapped themselves about Farin’s neck in coils, and the fingers twisted up Farin’s face like ivy, in order to put out his eyes. But Farin’s blade took on its own life, and severed the hands from the sinner’s wrists, and the hands writhed and flopped to the floor like wounded fish.

The Second Chamberlain fled, and it is said that the bodies of the sinners shriveled up into pathetic piles of ash, slipping out of their chains and drifting off into the charcoal floor – though there was no wind –  and never again troubled passers into the Underworld.

Rules of the Underworld: Death is for the Dead Wednesday, May 12 2010 

The Second Chamberlain blinked and asked, “For what do you enter the underworld gird with sword?” For no man enters the underworld with arms of battle, unless he has not died.

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