Tag: Epic Mythology
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Judge No More
Outside of time, Locke did travel, through rockface, iron gates, and over gravel. She found Ynayna trapped in time by the entrance to the P’Toran mine. With the Paniom lifted just a notch, Locke allowed Ynayna movement to watch as one by one she brought into view the firstborn captives who have since grew. Caldane,…
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Felteryme’s Viewport
With the Paniom dropped And time’s flow stopped Now ALL could be seen On the Felteryme’s screen. The dressmaker Haryette of Grantala wept Every night since the time she slept And her son was taken (by the serpent Hor) Seen now by Locke deep within P’Tor. Oggress the Gnarl and Mystic K’Sandra Gathered around Locke…
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The Paniom Drops
Through Felteryme’s viewport Locke observed Pickanickl’s quest halted, caged like a bird; Oggress the Gnarl through jagged grin Declared “Drop the Paniom, let it begin!” Locke cast aside a withering glance As she’d discovered just by chance Her first born son, Caldane, too caged ‘Though she was too pleased to be enraged. “Silence, Oggress,” Locke…
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Pickanickl’s Quest (13)
She was quite a few steps inside the tunnel when she heard the clinking, clanking and rumbling sounds of the portcullis gate behind her, and ran back as quickly as she could. The portcullis was fully down by the time she reached it, and through the flickering torchlight beyond the metal bars she could see…
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Pickanickl’s Quest (12)
The previous part Elsewhere, in a battered cottage on the outskirts of Grantala Village, Mystic K’Sandra peered into her black onyx sphere, having felt a shift in energies at the P’tor caves. The shadows she scried were just that; shadows. She needed something stronger to look deeper, so strong was her need to see what…
The Mansionic Perspective 