Indistinct Mumblings of an Unsound Mind

Cold and bright the solstice dawn breaks through the doorway of the passage graves, Time out of mind the stones have stood marking the nadir of the sun’s journey across the sky. Placed by our ancient hands, with stone on stone they were shaped and pulled from the earth’s embrace, And with magic raised upon   Read More …

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On the quarter night, when the year draws nigh With wolves in tow, the Huntsman comes. To feast! To feed the chase with blood Blasting carnyx and beating drums! Hideous, the sound, Hide! You cannot run! When found, do join the Hunt to reave Youthful and frail; a sacred harvest. Engorged with flesh, without reprieve.   Read More …

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Our stories and the things we believe in can best be described as a mythology, or a collection of stories, that shapes how we interact with this world by granting us knowledge and wisdom with which to conduct ourselves and instruct us on how to live as an example for others. They record our memories   Read More …

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In the beginning, all things were one. All things – matter, spirit, time, space: they existed together. We don’t know how long we existed like that, because time did not exist like we know it today. But we do know that something happened. Now here’s where the problem is: we don’t know, for sure, what happened.   Read More …

Categories: Grimoire