Monthly Archives: April 2014

Roots of Rookeri 17

Raselstad Sifadis Lafdi Week Fifteen Sifadis had walked no farther today than the previous thirty. Yet now she was tired. It had been no short distance across was the townstead, from East Gate to West Gate; she could have walked … Continue reading

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How Wise To Stay?

In the previous episode of Feast Fables, Kerrid thought she’d found a way to stay the amorous intents of the knowing man Freilsen while she milked him of the knowledge she sought. Now the word of a bird causes consternation. … Continue reading

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The Gods and Gords of Raselstad

A Roots of Rookeri Supplement Townsteads They say in Luban that all townsteads were created equal. Certainly they are all constructed to the same plan with a radius of 5 miles, the next 5 miles of pastures and wastelands – … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 16

Raselstad Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Fifteen Boddy felt like lead as he climbed the stairs. How could intangible thoughts, lighter than air, add such weight to his feet. And the splash in Sharmin’s cold water lavi hadn’t helped. Spew … Continue reading

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She Has Walked Into What?

In the previous episode of Feast Fables, without knowing what she was agreeing, Kerrid accepted Eld Freilsen’s offer to walk with him. Now she has realised her error, how can she extricate herself from this situation? The next episode, Six Blink … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 15

Raselstad Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Fifteen “Wowzah, wowzah, wowzah!” Boddy sang. It was Friday. He should have served another two days on the Watch but this was his last. He couldn’t stop grinning. The fair-folk were in town, crowding … Continue reading

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Slippetty Slop

Slippetty-slop Slippetty-slop Back and forth Never stop Confined to her room And in a strop Slippetty-slop Slippetty-slop Back and forth Never stop They must be punished Thoughts on the hop She sees a chance Packs Teddy and brushes Opens the … Continue reading

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