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Story for the day: God's Day

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I love Mondays. So much work gets done, mail gets delivered, and the world is in motion once again. I know many others enjoy the weekend so here is my ode to Gods' Day, Frewyn's day of rest.  Rautu hates your weekends.   Gods’ Day                  There was one day of the week in Frewyn upon which most of the businesses in the kingdom enjoyed and ebb and flow of trade. The last day of the week in the Old Frewyn calendar was reserved as Gods’ Day, so named by the Church in honour of what was expected on such a day. Worship was called within the chapels, people rejoiced in celebration, and everyone exulted the names of the gods as one collected people. This was how the day was meant to be commemorated and so it was for a time, but as the numbers of devout in Frewyn receded from the unrelenting invasions from Gallei, Gods’ Day became less a day of worship and more a day of reprieve. Services were still held and prayers were yet reiterated for the masses but many could no

Story for the day: Night Out

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Just a fun and random moment for the party in Diras.  Rautu will not eat your vegetables The Night Out                 It was evening and everyone within the aegis of Diras Castle was occupied with various employments about the keep. Obhantaa Leraa and Kai Linaa were sitting together in the kitchen engaged with the task of introducing Elsae to khaasta, and though the large hangaara was a monstrosity in comparison to the small white cat, both seemed to be accepting each other’s company. The Den Asaan’s messenger gull sat close by observing their interaction with an unblinking eye and making a few squawks intermittently to display his want for attention. Obhantaa was happy to oblige him with gentle words of affection but the gull refused to stand too close to the party when there were two hungry cats about.                 The white cat, being the new inhabitant of the keep, was only too happy to purr at everyone and Kai Linaa, being the designated cooer and fawner of the castle, wa

Story for the day: Mureadh and Teague

 I've been writing some of the more heartrending parts of Brothers of Sanhedhran so I decided to break up the sadness with some humour. Here is a moment from book 6.  Mureadh and Teague                 Nerri and Mureadh sat beside each other in the soldier’s mess for some time discussing their various histories and means of coming to the castle. Mureadh explained his arrival first, imparting that he was from Karnwyl, the southernmost town of Frewyn situated between the frigid expanse and the prison, which was equally as unsavory and unwelcoming.                 “We never had any trouble from the prison,” Mureadh said with an affable smile. “It’s so well guarded that I think most of the guards are bored just standing about all day.” He drank the remainder of his tea and wiped his mouth on his sleeve with a hearty gesture. “I think the cold is what really keeps the prisoners inside. They know if they try to escape, they’ll have to find a fire and some means of survival. It’s co

Help for a local legend

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Today I leaned that my very favourite store when I was a kid is in danger of closing.  Captain Comic in Hillside, NY was my stomping ground when I was younger. Even after I moved to Canada, I still made it my object to return and buy my comics there when I could. The prices are good, the service is always awesome and anything you could want in the way of comics, statuettes and rares, this store has it. I bought my silver batman ring, which has not left my finger in 13 years, and my Harley Quinn bust there and everyone I knew who lived in the Hillside area went there. Rautu supports Captain Comic. If you don't, he will snub you. If you live in the vicinity, do your best to visit and support Captain Comic. This store was a cornerstone in my childhood and every comic I have ever purchased there is still bagged and boarded and in my home.  Below is how to get there: http://maps.google.ca/maps/place?hl=en&xhr=t&cp=17&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=captain+comic+new+hyde

Story for the day: The Headdress

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They require pineapple hats I had said that Leraa must have the hat of the Zulu Chief from Sesame Street and then remarked that it looked like a pineapple. This is the story that ensued. The Headdress                 It was Gods’ Day in Frewyn and as the recruits were enjoying their one day of liberation away from the training yard of the keep, the commander took the day to run some errands for Alasdair and herself. She marched through the main hall toward the guest quarter when she observed Obhantaa Leraa just ending his morning meditations in the doorway of his room. She neared to give her cheerful hellos when she noticed the white colossus look over at something beside him. He seemed to be fondling the strange object and when she drew closer to gain a more fitting look, she smiled to see him regarding a diadem of feathers neatly tucked into the center of was resembled a whicker duster. The plumes flowered from the center, each one a different colour, their brilliancy glowing in

Story for the day: Leggings

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My leggings nearly fell down as I was coming home from the market today. This is what happened.  Rautu will not hold your leggings Leggings                 A request had come from the kitchen to the commons in the early morning as the sun rose over Diras for the day. It had been frigid the night before and one of the yeomen thought it advisable to warm his chamber with some the firewood meant for the ovens in the castle kitchen. Although the gesture had no ill-intent in its conception, the effect was undesired. The warmth of a room was the price of morning bread and when Martje, the kitchen master, was asked to supply the morning meal for the entirety of the castle, she found herself without fuel for the fire. She sighed and swore numerous times on the carelessness of the young yeoman, remarking on how dare he think of his own warmth when the hunger of many was a more distressing event, and thought the woodsmen were applied to for more firewood, there was still the matter of break