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Story for the day: Aoidhe -- Part 2

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While Aoidhe is responsible for making the crops grow, he is also responsible for bothering poor and unsuspecting clerics. Enjoy: A oidhe hardly had time for a word of thanks before the brother hastened away. He watched him approach the cleric, who was standing behind a pillar, looking intently at him. Might he want to talk of him? Instantly he looked into his bowl, to keep from returning the cleric’s gaze and discourage suspicion, though he could not stop himself from hearing the slight echoes of their conversation. “May I speak seriously with you, Brudha?” said the cleric, in a half whisper. “I’m listening,” said the brother. “What is it, Cgneita?” “Have you come to a verdict with regard to the boy’s case?” “Yes, I think there was something of a general consensus. The boy will be removed from the old man, but he will be given a choice to learn or to work on a farm. We will not be putting him in the orphanage--” “You must listen to what I am about to tell you” sai

The #GloriousTwentyFifth: Donate to end Alzheimer's

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Wear the lilac May 25th is many things. In Frewyn, it the day that falls directly between King Alasdair and Queen Carrigh's birthdays. In Lucentia, it is the beginning of summer and Malsentisa. In our realm, it is Geek Pride Day, also Towel Day in honour of the late great Douglas Adams, and it is also the Glorious 25th, day which many Discworld fans know very well. That's why we're asking that this May 25th you help us in donating to the Alzheimer's Society in honour of Sir Terry's memory. We are so close to beating this horrible affliction, or embuggerance as Sir Terry called it, and with just a little more research and more funding, we're well on our way to ridding of this merciless illness for good. Below are links if you should like to donate: Alzheimer's Society Canada Alzheimer's Society UK Alzheimer's Association US The Alzheimer Society of Ireland

#Ireland votes yes!

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A historical day for Ireland, Frewyn's this-realm counterpart, as the country voted yes for same-sex marriage. Nidello and Arkastino, Hathanta and Varthrasta, Gaumhin and Pastaddams, Searle and Aldus, Aghatha and Ebhlin, Sabhine, Scoaleigh Norrington rejoice in knowing that just as they are equals in countries like Frewyn, Lucentia, and Livanon, they now have the same rights in one of my favourite places in the world. Well done, Ireland!

Story for the Day: Aoidhe

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The Gods of Frewyn often visit their children. Sometimes they visit through dreams, sometimes through action, and sometimes through direct address, and sometimes, when they can concede to make a visit, they leave something behind. Sometimes they leave a memory, sometimes they leave material intimations, and sometimes they leave behind their direct progeny-- in this case, a young boy. The God Aoidhe, known for his wantonness, enjoys answering prayers, especially those made by young women in desperate want of a child: Sewynpaudir: Frewyn prayer beads T he boy need not say more to invite the suspicions of the cleric, who was already taking It must be so : He saw now why Matias would resent such a child, though he should rather be treated as a blessing than a blight. He placed his hand on the boy’s back once more and tried again to search for hereditary expressions, wanting a confirmation of the two faces he had discovered. He strained to contentrate, his features forming a pain

Story for the Day: Tax Season

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For many Frewyn citizens, tax season comes but once a year and it is nothing very formidable. Everyone pays in proportion to their earnings (declared earnings, that is), and collected taxes are given to the kingdom treasury, where they are divided into social services, public programmes, kingdom necessities, keep upkeep, and grant commissions. The nobles of Frewyn, being given the privilege of landed estates, pay taxes once a season, and one of the few ways to defray their payments is to donate some of their profits to charity. Sadly, for two of the king's favourite persons in court, charity is a word not entirely understood.                 “ H ow are you feeling, Cumhaidh?” said Alasdair, examining the darkened gullies      beneath the Scoaliegh’s eyes. “Are you rested a bit?”                 “Well, sire, I will not say that I am fatigued to be dead, but I am not very much alive. I continue being awake on tenacity, which is what always drives me, and on the notion tha