The Matter of Safe Roads
There is a road south of Valthera that is considered safe.
That is usually the moment I start to worry.
Safety in Elyndor is an interesting concept. It usually only means that no one has died loudly enough…
Of Monocles and Overconfidence
I once met a merchant who tried to sell me a “miracle tea.” She said the name as though the word alone justified the price.
She stood in my tavern, very confident in herself, and explained that this tea could do everything ordinary tea could not. Provide energy. Bring clarity. Chase away fatigue. Perhaps even correct bad decisions—though I was never entirely sure whether she meant that seriously or was simply being bold.
I listened. Then I told her …
Why You Shouldn’t Argue with Golems
once saw a golem in the city hall who refused to speak to me. Not out of spite. Out of pause. The clerk beside him explained that he was currently “regenerating.” I asked if that meant he was tired. She didn’t laugh for a very long time.
Golems are no longer a spectacle in Elyndor…
On Shardbands, Bad Ideas, and an Adventurer’s Equipment – Magic Systems in Elyndor
A young adventurer once walked into my tavern. Maybe early twenties. A massive sword on his back. Far too big, of course. The boy had to turn sideways just to get through the door. He probably considered it impressive. The guests considered it entertainment. Poor kid.
He sat down in the middle of the tavern, ordered the most expensive wine he clearly could not afford, and began loudly talking about monsters that were supposedly “no real challenge.” Nobody believed him. What actually gave him away, however, was something else: he was missing a shardband…