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Breakfast had been something of a cold thick porridge. It was in fact, the boiled down slurry of what should have been a satisfactory stew intended to be eaten the night before. A mixture of bits of meat both fat and lean, root vegetables, and cracked grains with a bit of salt in water, everything a hard working body needed for fuel. Everything of course, except sleep, which was exactly the reaso…
Admittedly, it could hardly be said of me that I was known for being overly fond of people to begin with, and in all truth I had not been missing many of them recently. As a rule of thumb I tended to be rather more than less happy-go-lucky, so long as my needs were met and I was left to my own devices without outside interference in my own affairs. It was my general opinion that people sucked, an…
Panoag. It's a simple word with a complex, and for myself sentimental, meaning which is properly pronounced "pah no ag." It once referred to a man, to his clan, to his encampment, and to his territory. The days of its commonly spoken use are beyond us now, as is the custom among those people who once spoke it with pride, reverence, and fear. Panoag himself was a great hunter, a wise leader, and…
I was up, as usual, before first Tor tu Gor, a residual habit from the long distant days of my youth. Revived from the haze of sleep by having washed my hands, face, and neck in cold water I would soon be dressed and out to greet the first faint Light on the Home Stone as it blurred the mountainous skyline with an infinitely possible palette of colors. Those first colors were important, they fore…
The green season of my tenth year brought with it the first of my service commitments to the Home Stone, during which the young men of Boswell Pass were expected to help maintain and expand the trade routes. While the service itself was obligatory, the circumstances of ones service, the very nature of their experience with it was entirely random. being only small matters which were left to Fate. …
To the best of My reckoning, I don't know when the world shifted, or when life changed, or when whatever had happened, had happened. I recollected it to the best of My ability, in as far as I had the power to reckon things, that I had been busy with the farm that particular day. Somewhat more accurately however, was the plain and simple truth that I had had the same excuse for My ignorance of the…