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Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a fine weekend. It looks like i was nominated for another award thingamajig, this time the Dragon’s Loyalty Award. I daresay I’m going to have to create a category for award posts soon! Although these awards are, as one blogger put it, “glorified chain letters”, I quite enjoy doing them. They give me an opportunity to write a little about myself and highlight other bloggers who deserve much more exposure and attention.

I was nominated for this award by my very good friend Becky from Creativity is Key. Becky runs a great blog, she writes some pretty great poetry and some other interesting posts about writing related things. Check out her blog, you shan’t be disappointed! Thank you very kindly Becky! As always, it means a great deal!

It appears that this award is designed to highlight loyal bloggers who comment and like your blog fairly regularly. Nominate your friends basically. Hence Loyal Dragon’s Award i suppose! I hope i got that right!

The rules of the award are as follows:

1. Display the Award Certificate on your blog.
2. Announce your win with a post and link to whoever presented your award.
3. Present the award to deserving bloggers.
4. Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post.
5. Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

 

Right, now i must nominate some bloggers for the award. The rules don’t actually appear to specify a number, but Becky nominated seven so i shall too.

http://sourcererblog.wordpress.com/ Sourceror

http://rearwindowethx.wordpress.com/ The Sixpence at Her Feet

http://mikialmillard.com/ An Ever Changing Writer I AM

http://seekingsomepeace.wordpress.com/ Seekingsomepeace

http://childoftheisland.com/ childoftheisland

http://flytrapman.wordpress.com/ FlyTrapMan

http://wallgrimm.wordpress.com/ The Journal of Wall Grimm

 

Now i have to write 7 “interesting” things about myself. I don’t know about interesting, but I’ll give it a try!

1. I tend to eat very bland food. I despise gravy and i avoid sauces like they’re made of rotten bugs. I like my food dry. The more bone dry, the better. The only thing i like to put on my food is salt.

2. My favorite band is the Poets of the fall. I adore their powerful lyrics and the lead singer is amazingly skillful. I even try to avoid listening to them too often so that their music always has the most positive effect. It’s like the first time each time.

3. I’m actually quite terrible in social situations. I never know what to say and i don’t always feel comfortable when there are groups of people around me. I’m naturally shy i suppose.

4. This may not seem like a huge surprise but i really like clowns. I don’t understand why people find them scary.

5. I like to go for walks in the middle of the night, usually for no reason whatsoever. I don’t really have any trouble navigating in the dark. It helps my think. The brighter the moon, the better.

6. I’ve only ever broken one bone. I broke my left hand in a minor motorbike accident about two years ago. It was a bit of a nuisance, but i did a whole days worth of work before i went to the hospital. Insanity i say!

7. I am unreservedly an atheist.

 

Well, there we are! There are some “interesting” things about me. So yes, thank you once again Becky. Be sure to check out her blog, it’s really cool! Congratulations to all of the fellow bloggers that i nominated. You all deserve the exposure. Be sure to check out the nominees as well!

Have a very crazy day inmates!

“There are many stories and folkloric tales where the power of Dust magic was used with the best of intentions. It makes sense, great power should be used for good. However, even the most pure of intentions cannot halt the corruption that stems from the Dust. The tale of Thistle-Knoll is one such story. Thistle-Knoll was a Human built town that rested in the hills on the edge of the Taklik region, also known as the Swamp of Contagions. It was founded about two years after the War of Perspectives as a collaborative effort between the Bulrin Empire and the Kingdom of Riefe. The purpose of the towns position was twofold. Firstly, to act as lookout point into the Taklik region. This region was largely unknown at the time and both nations feared what may lie within. Secondly, it was created as a diplomatic gesture between the two nations. Both nations would have a presence in the neutral lands thanks to this towns position.

As it was a collaboration between these two Human countries, the population was predominantly Human, with a minority of Demiens. Settlers from both countries rolled in day by day until the population was really quite large, particularly for such an out of the way area. At first there was disagreement between Riefe and Bulrin over who should be left in charge of the settlement. It was eventually decided, however, that Arrick Nils was to be left in charge. Arrick Nils was a well known Bulrin scholar. He proudly took the mantle of mayor of Thistle-Knoll. Riefe insisted that Jean Bruel, an adviser from Riefes court, was to be added to Arricks entourage to add a little Riefan weight to the decision making process. These two men proved to be a superior partnership, they loved and respected the people under their charge. Both noble men, they dedicated themselves wholly to ensuring the stability of the fledgeling settlement and the safety of its citizens.

The town was at its peak roughly fear years after it was initially founded. It was something of a model town, especially considering it’s unconventional position. Happy citizens, well supplied, well protected by its militia and it’s landscape. It was proudly paraded both in Riefe and Bulrin as a example to follow. It was seen as a symbol of Riefan and Bulrin cooperation. How ironic that it would soon turn so very rotten.

How did it all go so wrong? Halfway through the sixth year of the towns life, reports began coming in of hunters and wild animals being found dead, Stone cold with entire strips of skin and flesh hanging off or missing entirely. For some reason, this dismemberment (if it can called as such) usually occurred on the victims lower jaw and forearms. It was far from restricted to those areas though. A frightening development, by all reports! Understandably there was a panic as the “plague”, as they called it, appeared to be leaving a swathe of death and destruction literally directly towards the town. As you’d expected, citizens began to fall ill all over the town. They complained of immense pain, visions of snakes and the sound of incessant and uncontrolled laughter.  Men of science and medicine began to look for a cure, including Jean Bruel, who was an experienced alchemist. These learned men gave the plague a name, a name that is remembered as a horror of science. They called it the “Morbid Laughter”.

The story becomes a little bit odd now. It’s not entirely clear who wrote the reports I now have but it makes for pretty fascinating reading. A year passed, bringing the towns life to seven and a half years. Only a small number of citizens remained, most have perished from the plague, even the mayor passed away like the others. Only Jean Bruel and a handful of patients remain, and yet, as if driven by some kind of insane logic, he continued to try and find a cure. Jean Bruel had a secret. It was known to nobody save himself, but Jean was in fact a Dust mage. He had been as such for his whole life but despite this, he was a good man. He studied for days, trying to find a cure, a way to bring the town back. As he studied, the few remaining patients went cold, also succumbing to the Morbid Laughter. Jean too, began to feel the intense agony wracking his body and heard the ever increasing bestial laughter. The same evil laughter the others had heard. I think it’s fair to say Jean was on the verge of insanity by this point, driven by the disease and his Dust magic.

His mind was bent on bringing the town back, no matter what. Jean called to it, begging it. As it often does, the Dust obeyed. With his final breath, Jean cast an immeasurably powerful spell before exhaling his last breath. The effects were  not immediately felt. The town lay silent for several hours. Corpses lay everywhere, on the streets, in the hospital, in the homes, nothing stirred.

But over time, the corpses began to stir and rise again, with green-yellow corpse-lights in their eyes. Looking disgustedly and in terror at their new forms, the former citizens of Thistle-Knoll were reborn. Their new bodies, despite how they abhorred them, afforded them several unseen (at the time) benefits. Jean Bruel had brought back the town, but in turn had afford them a horrible form. They lived, but they were abominations and they knew it. And thus, the Plague Envoys were born. They took this name as they believed that the plague had power over them still, in a visual sense at least, they were emissaries for it.

The Plague Envoys are a race of undead creatures were were once Human, brought back to life with Dust magic. Obviously, many of them despised their new forms (some even attempting suicide), while the majority decided to carry on with their “unlives”. The town of Thistle-Knoll is now a dark, dark place with an unshakable pall of death hanging over it and the stench of the plague looming like a cloud above it. Meetings between the Plague Envoys and their former countrymen from Bulrin and Riefe were often met with horror, their former friends forsaking them as undead monsters that should be purged.

The Plague Envoys look much like an ordinary Human being, with a handful of significant differences. They almost always will have decayed flesh and a pale look to their face. They are quite often missing flesh on their forearms and lower jaws, exposing bone (which quite often is morphed slightly into claws and fangs respectively) but the reason for this specific deformity is unknown. Plague Envoys also always have yellow-green glowing eyes, giving them a fearful appearance in the dark. Presumably this light is from the Dust magic that was used to animate them. Plague Envoys are one of the only undead beings in Daetrolos that have retained free will, putting them firmly in the “High Undead” category. Another feature of a Plague Envoy is the green musk that seems to follow them, bringing with it a terrible odor. This musk almost certainly comes from a combination of their decayed flesh and the plague. Which highlights another point, Plague Envoys no longer decay and appear to be able to pass on diseases to others with frightening efficiency. This often gets them labelled as “Plaguebearers” and “Diseased Rats”.

But Plague envoys are Human in every other sense apart from physical appearance. They feel love, hate, happiness and sorrow like any other Human. However, all of these feelings tend to carry a melancholy taint with them. Time and age mean little to them now, as they outlive their relatives ad friends in their home countries with ease.

Many Plague Envoys search for the cause of the Morbid Laughter or a cure for it, leading many into the path of the alchemist. Many follow the path of their savior (or corrupter, as some call him) and learn to wield Dust magic, their corrupted bodies giving them a measure of protection from its effects. They also make ferocious opponents in combat, being nigh-on impossible to slay and possessing natural weapons in the form of their claws and tough decayed bodies. They have an uncanny ability to continue to fight even as they are dismembered and decapitated, much like other undead creatures.

Unlife is a unique condition, leading to many benefits and detriments. Some embrace “the change” while others see Jean Bruel as another Dust mage bent with insanity who cursed them to this dismal existence. The Plague Envoys are melancholy parodies of mankind who harbor a hatred for those who forsook them and a dogged determination to research their condition and its cause, as well as the origin of the plague and slaughter those responsible…”

From the memoirs of Hermann Maestra.

Penvoy

Fear the nightmarish Beast of Eyes.
With its overpowering azure gaze.
With its writhing tentacles ready to choke your soul.
With its disturbingly soothing speech.
With its abhorrent expressionless countenance.
It wants you to feel no hope in this life.

Dread the evil Beast of Eyes.
It sees your deepest secrets.
It knows your innermost desires.
It glares at your hearts yearning.
It preys upon your dreams.
It wishes nothing but the ruination of your soul.

Despise the disgusting Beast of Eyes.
It’ll whisper of deceit to your lover.
It’ll plant seeds of betrayal in your friends.
It’ll cackle as your family splinters.
It’ll hound you for all of your years.
It will turn everyone and everything against you.

Before it strikes, you’ll wish death upon yourself…

BeastofEyes

 

Greetings inmates!

I have some wonderful news today! Technically it’s old news as it was last night, but i still feel i should report it. For anybody that follows me on Twitter, you may have already read what I’m about to report, but this is for the rest of my friends out there on the internet who may not want to use Twitter.

At some point last night, not sure of an exact or even approximate time, WorldofHarley reached 500 followers. As you can imagine, I’m overjoyed by this news! I never expected to reach 100 followers when i started this blog, let alone 500. I created this asylum of a blog to try and get some of my work out there, i think it may be working even if i say so myself!

I just wanted to write this short post to say thank you to everyone who decided to become an inmate of this blog. So yes, from me and the voices in my head, thank you all so very much. I will continue to do what I’m doing so i hope you continue to read my stuff. It means a hell of a lot. May the madness never end!

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I doff my hat to you! Have an extra crazy day inmates!

Hello there inmates!

Hope you’re all having a truly crazy day! I’m getting back into the swing of blogging it seems. I got more posted since i got back then i expected to, to be honest. For now though, it’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music. I astounded myself when i actually realized how many of these I’ve done already, sure hope you guys aren’t getting bored by them. That would quite simply not do! Got some more great bands for you today, quite a variety once again. We’ve got a little bit of metal, a little bit of electronic, a little bit of steampunk and something else entirely unusual. In my opinion at least!

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of astounding artists the world over!

 

deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire – Ghosts N Stuff

http://www.deadmau5.com/

Gorillaz – Clint Eastwood

http://gorillaz.com/

Professor Elemental – I’m British

http://www.professorelemental.com/

Tarja Turunen – Until My Last Breath

http://www.tarjaturunen.com/

Seasick Steve – Green and Yeller

http://www.seasicksteve.com/

 

Well, there you go for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! Be sure to check out all of these bands, they’re great! I hope you’ve enjoyed the 9th edition. I intend to keep going, so check back in the future for number 10! Let me know what you thought of these bands, i know they’re not quite as obscure as previous editions, but hey ho!

Have a very crazy day my good inmates!

 

 

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Hello there inmates!

Great news once more! It appears that I’ve been nominated for another Liebster award. It’s even got a different image this time. Naturally i was quite flabbergasted, yet overjoyed by this development! I had intended to respond to this nomination a lot sooner, but as some of you may know, my computer decided to temporarily give up the ghost. I suppose that technically makes it a zombie-computer.

This time i was nominated by the deeply mysterious and talented Victim of Crime, at ‘A Victims Journal‘. This is the post where our friend nominated me and the other surely deserving nominees. Thank you kindly my friend, you are far too kind! If you get a chance, check out Victims blog. Some quite proper poetry going on over there, to be sure!

So, here’s the rules for this award. Slightly different to last time it seems. Rules for the award are as follows:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Answer the 11 questions given to you.
3. Nominate 11 other blogs with less than 500 followers.
4. Post 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
5. Tag your nominees and post a comment on their blog to let them know you nominated them.

Very good! Now for the questions Victim gave me.

Why did you start blogging?
I’ve always written for myself. I wanted to get some of my writings out there and see what people thought of them. I’ve been quite humbled by the responses so far.
What is your most secret shameful pleasure?
Probably singing along to songs. I’m not singer, but i enjoy it. But only when nobody is around!
Name 3 people you like to have over for dinner.
Nobuo Uematsu, Edgar Allen Poe and HP Lovecraft.
What is your most inspiring quote?
“People will stare. Make it worth their while”.
What was your favorite subject in High school and why?
Most definitely English. I’ve always enjoyed writing and that was the subject that allowed me to do that the most. I was a little bit rubbish at everything else.
Name your favorite movie of all time.
That would be ‘Hellboy’.
Who do you have a secret crush on and why?
Well, it’s hardly a secret. My only crush is on Lee. Bit pointless to say why on this one. ;)
What do you fear the most?
Being abandoned by everyone i know.
How do you get inspired when writing?
I listen to music, sometimes while looking at the sky or pictures of sunsets and stuff like that. That’s what inspired my “Writing Music” posts.
Are you tired of answering questions?
Not at all!
What historical period would you have liked to live in and why?
Most likely the Victorian age. A new discovery almost every other week. Not to mention the vastly superior level of fashion! Top hats for the win!

 

So now i must nominate 11 other bloggers for the Liebster award! So here goes.

http://erobles1963.wordpress.com/ Syntatic Static

http://beckysonnet130.wordpress.com/ Creativity is Key

http://yrenaidsipsiwn.wordpress.com/ Yr Enaid Sipsiwn

http://dermsstuff.wordpress.com/ Writings From Dr. Oolie’s Pond

http://aprillwood.wordpress.com/ A Well Read Woman

http://shewstone.wordpress.com/ Shewstone

http://indigair.wordpress.com/ Indig air

http://tyrannoninja.wordpress.com/ Tyrannoninja’s Art and Writing

http://musingsofthebard.wordpress.com/ Musings of the Bard

http://drakulus.com/ Drakulus

http://tomeoftheancient.wordpress.com/ Tome of the Ancient

 

Well, there you go! Those are my nominees! Be sure to check them all out. They’re rather fabulous! Now for the questions for them to answer.

1. Fantasy or Science Fiction?

2. Have you ever been disturbed by something you’ve written?

3. What keeps you writing?

4. What do want to write about, but haven’t yet?

5. What is favorite type of fashion?

6. Describe your personality in 3 words.

7. Who was Jack the Ripper?

8. Going to dress up for Halloween? What as?

9. Do you enjoy video games?

10. If yes, which games? If no, why not?

11. What is your quote of the day?

So there you have it. Those are the questions for my lucky nominees! I suppose that’s it for this post. Congratulations to my nominees and thank you once again to Victim at A Victims Journal. Be sure to check them out! Thank you all kindly for reading!

Have a very crazy day!

Familyspider

We’re a family of lost souls now.
She caught us in her web,
The abhorrent Family Spider.
Ambush sprung,
Venomous words whispered,
Bearing fangs made of strife.
Sitting in her web,
Believing it to be home.
She caught us,
She controls us.

Father was the first to fall,
He fell for the Family Spiders toxic charms.
She whispered in his ear,
Now he belongs to her,
Body and soul.
Her poison turns him against his own.
He stands by her above all.
He willingly sits in her web.
The evil and perfidious arachnid.

My siblings were next of course.
Both of them,
Completely innocent and naive,
Forced away by the Family Spider.
Supplanted by her own spawn.
Her words even turned Father against them,
Venomous and spiteful lies.
They were thrown out,
Lost souls out in the cold.

So it seems I’m next.
I try to be vigilant.
Keep my head down.
Fear for my life.
I know the Family Spider is around somewhere.
Weaving further articulations for her web.
I see my father seething,
I hear my siblings sobbing.
All because of her.
We’re a family of lost souls now.

Cannheart

This was an easy meal,
One little swipe of a blade,
She fell like a lead balloon,
Utterly feeble,
Utterly pathetic,
Utterly delectable.
Oh, i have been so hungry since the last one.

Hello, remember me?
Your humanity?

Cannibal they call me.
Viperous monster and pitiable freak.
Man-eater and defiler.
They must be right,
I can’t deny humanity is one hell of a meal.
I’ve never loved anyone who wasn’t to become a morsel.

This one is different…
This one is perfect…

A delicious bloody sauce keeps the meat succulent.
The ribcage splits easily enough,
Revealing that most enticing of meats,
The beating center of my meal,
The epicenter of love,
She hardly needs it anymore.

Yes, she does!
This girl loved someone…
She may have even loved you…

I take my prize in my bloody hands,
Raise it to my face,
It’s still beating rebelliously.
My fangs ready to pounce.
My demonic eyes set on the beautiful beating bounty.
Saliva drooping like vines.

Stop!
What are you doing?!
You loved this girl!

I pause,
Almost against my own will.
I can’t bring myself to feast on this comestible.
What have i done?
What have i been doing?
I knew this heart.
I loved this heart.
No…

You remember now?
Before you became this monster…
You did love her…
She loved you…
She was your cannibal heart.

“Nobody knows where the taint came from. Nobody knows who or what created it. Nobody knows why it exists. Nobody even knows what it truly is. Amazingly, a little over 2000 years ago (during an era of time known as the “Olden Days”) our ancestors worshiped the taint. Seeing it as a means to greater power. Indeed, the “Dust” as it is known IS a means to a greater power. The power of magic.

Those who learn to manipulate the Dust can give rise to horrifically powerful magics. They can create fire from thin air, they can transmute one object into another, they can slow their own aging, they can even raise the dead to serve them. These are just grains of sand in an immense desert of possibilities. Magic is raw power. A “Dust Mage” can do anything, given practice and patience. This power comes at a tremendous cost though. The Dust will destroy your mind. Maybe tomorrow, maybe many decades from now. But it will.

You see, the Dust is like an invisible poison. It is almost everywhere, sailing around in the atmosphere. It seeps in and out of everything, corrupting and distorting. It behaves erratically. Impossibly. As a Dust Mage can do anything, so too can the Dust itself. Dust breeds madness it all life it touches. Minds shatter and bodies mutate. It even breaths disturbing life into abominable creatures. Beasts of Dust come seemingly from the aether.

Dust monsters, as we call them, can look like almost anything you can imagine and some things you cannot. I saw a Dust abomination once that appeared almost indistinguishable from a child, save for green glowing eyes and a second enormous gluttonous maw on its abdomen. I saw a Dust monster that resembled a regal knight of old, but sprouting from its back was what can only be described as a set of gallows with a maiden hanging low from them. These beasts of Dust appear to represent concepts that the Dust has corrupted. It corrupts the very concepts the world relies upon. They are happiness turned to gleeful murder, they are the family of twisted amalgamations of flesh, they are faith turned to obsession, they are love turned to bondage. Dust simply creates living nightmares.

With all this said, why would anyone choose to walk the lonely path of Dust? The raw power of course! A Dust Mage can outdo any normal man. Magic is the great conqueror, I’m afraid. My word, i seem to have gone on something of a tangent. Forgive me!

Our ancestors founded the “Religion of Dust”, the worship of Dust and all of its manifestations. Madness, true, but magic is also the great persuader. How were they to know it was the Dust causing men to go insane? How were they to know that it was the Dust causing their fields to wither? How were they to know it was the Dust creating the horrific beasts that ravaged their travelers? Perhaps they were too blinded by the sermons and commandments of the so-called Dust clergy. The Dust Mages were the ones who held the power, they were the ones who fooled the frightened populace. They fashioned themselves into priests and clerics. The Confederacy of Dust was founded.

Those were dark times indeed, when those zealous or made enough to undertake the rites of Dust to join the religion proper were turned into mindless, heartless servants of the priests of Dust. Anyone who didn’t show their faith were exiled, killed or worse. The so-called “Army” of the Confederacy was a horde of zealots and maniacs, nothing like the disciplined military of today. Our ancestors were xenophobic to the extreme, slaying outsiders who did not show fervor on sight. The economy too was a shambles, it was a truly corrupt system controlled by the bigots of the church. Education was heavily dictated and controlled by the priests, creating new generations of believers.

You may wonder how our great Bulrin Empire came to be from such a state of zealous idiocy. When the Religion of Dust was founded, it was small scale as you would expect. It was simply a sect of Dust magi who sought true power. Despite all of their wisdom, even they could not see the corruption in their souls and on the their bodies, the corruption of the Dust. Greatest among them was the Primarch, Garin Moldavic. A mage of extreme power, he claimed to have journeyed from a land far to the west, across the sea. A land were Dust was common and easily wielded. He led the mages to silently and effortlessly murder the previous chiefs and leaders, regardless of their devotion to the Dust. Then the Primarch declared himself and the other magi the true leaders of the land.

Oddly, the people willingly fell to their whims, perhaps out of fear or maybe out of genuine curiosity. Over time the small kingdom of the old chiefs became a great empire. The Confederacy of Dust was growing. At this point, it was close to the size of our modern day Bulrin Empire. The Primarch and his clergy ruled the people with an iron fist. Utter faith was absolutely required of everyone in the empire. But in every dictatorship, there will be mavericks…

There was a group of soldiers who had endured enough. Their families butchered and friends either dead or insane, this group rebelled against the magi. They declared war upon their own masters. Records of this rebellion are few and far between I’m afraid. All i know is that the soldiers were cunning in the extreme. One by one, the magi were cut down, until only the Primarch remained.

The people were joining the soldiers in droves, they were to be slaves no more. The Primarch fled to his grand temple in the capital. He surrounded himself with the few truly zealous guards and various fanatics. The rebellious soldiers, led by the man known as Conrad Bulrin and aided by the peasantry, fought their way through the fanatical tide. Up the mammoth stairs of the grand temple they fought, cutting down legions of Dust worshipers. As his soldiers held the worshipers off, Conrad Bulrin and give of his closest officers charged the temple itself. Tragically, two of the officers were killed in the charge. Conrad led the remaining officers into the prayer chamber where the Primarch awaited.

As soon as the group had entered the chamber and set their eyes upon the cornered Primarch, the entire chamber became a swirling vortex of Dust and created a barrier between Conrad and the Primarch himself. Helplessly, he watched as the mage vanished into thin air. The storm subsided, along with the fury of the battle outside between the soldiers and the fanatics. The fanatics lost the will the fight upon learning of their lords disappearance. Conrad and his men claimed victory. Conrad reclaimed the country back from the Confederacy of Dust in the name of the people. He ended up becoming their new ruler, ironically.

He took to the role enthusiastically, by all accounts. He began to reform the country, into what is today the Bulrin Empire. The went through a large scale transformation as the Religion of Dust (and to some extent, its followers) was abolished and removed. The Confederacy of Dust became Bulrin, the land named after its liberating hero. It was not until Conrad’s son, Ulrich, took over from his father that Bulrin became the Bulrin Empire as under his leadership surrounding regions were brought under its yolk. The Empire was split into four provinces, each partly named after the officers who fought at Conrads side. It was a time of great change, but also great joy.

And so, the Religion of Dust was crushed. But alas, its taint was never completely expelled, the wastelands created by the magics the Dust magi had used remained. Also, even to this day it is a mystery what became of Garin Moldavic and there are always whispers of secret covens of Dust worshipers all around the continent. Dust itself remains, as it always has. Perhaps the Religion of Dust isn’t as dead as we think…”

From the memoirs of Hermann Maestra.

Hello there inmates!

Remember me? I doubt it. Haha!

I’m baaaack! I’ve finally managed to get my PC going again. It was something very simple wrong with it. It just happened to take me a while to actually get round to fixing it. I did miss the blog and i was only able to check in on it from my PS3, which is a bit of a pain.

 

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I have been writing while I’ve been “away”. In fact, i have a few poems ready.  I also have another Daetrolos piece. Not to mention i still need to get round to writing my response to  a Liebster award nomination too! Busy times ahead!

So yes, I’m finally back! I’ll hopefully get back to my usual posting self in the next day or two. Unless the PC decides to die again. I really shouldn’t joke about that…

Have a very crazy day inmates!