Winter Brid stumbles from the mists, distraught. Once before, Brid had been persuaded to forsake her doctrine and no good had come of it. Why had she been beguiled again? Her personality threatens to re-fragment, Raffa’s healing barely sufficient to contain it. The Assassin within her screams for r...

All we want for Christmas, is .....results.

Allfather, if you forgive us our trespasses, we will sacrifice Zephyr to you, three days and nights hanging on the Summer Tree.

I honour you, Grey Goddess, for even in this time of strife, you have time to take care of those lost and straying waifs, the Children of Destiny.

You have inspired me. I must pay more attention to the outcasts of the other gods, not just my own.

East of Sanctuary.... ...something may have already erupted out of the crack before they got there, but now the crack is simply oozing a fluid white light which emanates so much cold that it burns. A drought affects Sanctuary, causing crops to fail and the specter of famine to raise its head; the pe...

The Sunrise Court and its Master share knowledge with those who will benefit. Knowledge, The Numen, as you should surely know, is a powerful tool, and a powerful weapon in the wrong hands. Sunset's oracle speaks of an Eclipsing God. Do any of those still exist in our Pantheon? Once, this goddess of ...

Such an unusual experience, hearing and comprehending! The way word follows word, a rhythm is created, and from the rhythm comes meaning.

Does The Numen speak truth, uKulwa? Do you truly value the benefits of the pain, unhappiness, and suffering of mortals?

Can I tell you what you are about to face, Zephyr?

No.

But for the moment at least, my monster, my Raffa, has ......freed me.... from certain others. Communication and clarity of thought will not be the barrier that they once were.

-Now… it’s… so… Beautiful, My Monster -My! -I never was -I didn't hold you -Now you're sleeping -You're! -You killed me -I didn't feed you -Now you’re waking -Again! -But I never killed -I didn’t succour you -So…Beautiful, my Monster -Enough! -You denied me -And now you taunt me -Now you’re sleeping...

The legs straddled the horizon. Extending from the furthermost west they arched towards the north and south, quivering with pain and passion, the muscles standing out in stark relief. Amniotic fluid gushed from the pudenda, seeming to extinguish the setting sun beneath. Divine cries of distress reve...

-Brid mourns the lost potential of Nithya no less that the Goddess Of Life, but such has happened before. Brid berated the Barky One then, and offered a place where these squabbles could be settled without further loss of mortal life. The Leafed One accepted Brid's offer, but the Mutated One did not...

-Brid mourns for the lost beauty that resided on Nithya. *sigh* Many of Brid's plans have sunk beneath the waves.

Yes, I have seen what others among you may have missed. Perhaps if you had used the Mist Lense as it was intended, Brid, instead of attaching it to my Golem... But no matter. - Perhaps you have seen what you have seen because I attached it to your golem's eye! - Think! Mr Smith, before you condesce...

And yet, as the 'least' of Brid's followers knows, to respond in any way to aggression, or to those that wrong you, only demeans oneself and empowers the other party. The Barking One has previously shown weakness by joining with the Salty One to attack The Worm. And yet, before that, set an exemplar...

The truth is this: Evil will win. Simple, but there it is. At times, Good strikes its blows; wins a battle; buys a little more time. But, having lost a battle, does Evil turn to Good? No. It seethes. It sits in its rage and fury, and it festers. It ferments. It becomes even more Evil. And it return...

*bitter laughter* - Unfulfilled desire? You could not be more wrong, you fool!

-But if you have anything to do with this, lecherous one, it will be YOU that faces extinction!

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-*SSSSSCREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM*

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The new god of decadence understands little of the teaching of Brid. Why offer Brid's outcasts 'moments of ecstacy'? A lifetime of contentment awaits the followers of Brid's dogma, followed by an eternity of blissful solitude. The 'onerous existence' mentioned, is but the baseline, the half-forgotte...

-Brid is not comfortable with pron....

-Family? Such talk once made me uncomfortable, but the more I observe this 'family', the more I realise that it should, truly, be a blueprint for all mortals on Eiran!

Madadeva, God of Desire and Decadence is now master of the Paragons!!

Brid expected these Paragons to be cast out of Life's entourage after the endearingly inept episode with the the Valiant One and the Mighty One. But Brid understands how a God of Decadence would value such followers. *sigh*

The Raffs -from The Journal of Raffa A year or so after my re-entry into Eirani society, at the behest of Brid, I travelled to the city of Veria, to investigate the source of certain fervent prayers to my goddess. Veria is a civilised place, where emptying a chamber pot in the street results in a f...