Monthly Archives: July 2020

Thursday, July 16th, 2020 —> +19˚C / +52˚F —> & Mostly cloudy @ 2:34 am in Atlantic Canada —> & Jim says it’s Nancy { maiden name “Aspinwall” }’s birthday today – Yesterday washis grandfather’s, Robert Carlson Wellington Senior’s Birthday. & Linda Rondstandt’s 🙂 –

— Where should I start?

– “Skarhfe Proves that Niki Was Right.” – Wolfe Ridge went into hiding….” –

— We never doubted Niki when she said she got to the vortex but it wasn’t there – Draelen ran down from Del-Vahria, all the way through the Shadowlands and Stone Lake and Wolf and Wolfe Ridges – and the crossing from Wolfe Ridge to “AerWest01 looked fine from where he came from – He ran through the spinning vortex and smiled at Niki and turned around and ran back, no problem. Niki closed her eyes and ran off the edge of the world – and didn’t die – and didn’t fall through eternity and all that –

— Draelen and Nikki got their own accounts this week – Drae’s third builder character is a diminutive – possibly a Faer Elf guy wearing a wizard’s shirt and carrying a healer’s kit – He re-created Nikii’s path to the end of the world – and sure enough – there was a wide open space, a bonafide “Nothing” where Wolfe Ridge should be. He had the presence of mind to take a selfie, obviously with a levitated wizard-ish selfie device – and then fixed the problem – made sure that “AerWest01” was linked to Wolf Ridge – which is directly West and “UP” from Wolfe Ridge { Two families, related, brothers, named ‘Wolfe’ – immigrated here a few months apart – When the second brother registered with the ‘Governor’s Agent’ in Birkenport the agent was upset that the bribe that was offered wasn’t as large as he hoped it should have been and spelled the name “Wolf” instead of ‘Wolfe’ out of spite and in spite of protest. —> The first brother had already taken the Princes’ advice and gone West – staked a claim that has been called “Wolfe’s Ridge” ever since. Details are a bit fuzzy – and seem to change a bit every time anybody tells the story – but the first brother thought the second brother should have either offered a bigger bribe or ‘Cold-Cocked’ the agent, forged the documents and beat it to ‘The Ridge’ – He might have actually said, “It wouldda been more honorable even if ya got caught and landed in the slammer- The agents, even the stinkin governor are afraid of me – and they should be afraid of you to- ya wimp. We couldda had ourselfs a legendary Donny-Brook that wouldda established our reputation as bad asses for ever -” – and gave his brother the upper -Western half of the ridge – The ‘Soggy’ section. Brother number two didn’t mind at all. He was the better farmer of the two and the sometimes legendary rain storms up there not only grow wonderful crops, but because the Western half of the ridge is so steep, 99% of the potential crop ruining flood waters run down into his brother’s half of the ridge and flood him out regularly. }

— Oh – back to Skarhfe – when he was pretty sure his gamble would work, he removed the link between AerWest01 and Wolfe Ridge – and then re-added it – and bingo – the errant property magically appeared where it shouldda been all along –

– “Skarhfe stepped into a blinding sunset” –

— Skarhfe’s efforts, as soon as he triumphantly dashed through the spinning vortex and did not have his body parts scattered all over the continent – were ‘rewarded’ with a blinding sunset through a thick fog – it made going a bit slow, but he felt pretty good about getting that slippery border situation fixed so easily –

– “Skarhfe hesitated at the top of the ridge between Stone Lake and the Shadowlands.” –

— After hearing stories of adventurers stepping across borders and never being seen or heard of again, and then seeing that disappearing land masses might actually be a thing – Skarhfe stood atop the ridge that marked the border between Stone Lake and the Shadowlands and waited until a small herd of deer happily galloped up the slope and emerged from the fog – before he took a breath and bolstered the courage to take one step at a time down what could very well have been a slippery slope to oblivion – Nope – it wasn’t oblivion he stepped into, it was the Shadowlands – and while nobody’s reported reputedly haunted buildings falling out of the sky and barely missing anyone lately – there’s always a chance –

– “Drae made it to Islandia.” –

— Islandia is another slightly spooky place. It’s reputed to be a ghost town that’s been completely taken over by vegetation. There are those who say you have to be very brave and quite foolhardy to attempt to find the place. And most who make it through a cavern and some pretty tight spaces don’t stay long, and nobody wants to spend the night there – but Drae laughed. A large, muscular constable followed him all the way and then turned and ran at the fist sound of hooves. Drae laughed, “Our big, brave constable was scared half to death by a goat.”

– “Mending Borders” – Before Skarhfe fixed our roaming land mass problem – Draelen and Volffe were out inspecting borders and mending them as needed. –

— The screen shot above, if you look closely – shows a slight tear between Wolfe Ridge on the right and Wolf Ridge on the left. None of our guys and women laughed at anyone who reported problems with border crossings and possible sentient land masses getting up and moving if they felt slighted or neglected … So yeah, everybody was out, checking, and applying band-aids when needed.

– “Niki’s pre-dawn view of Del-Varia” This world has some ‘picture perfect’ sun rises and sunsets. –

— She’s got the soul of an artist and the voice of an angel -And it isn’t just me who thinks so – Niki saw this inspiring sight from the Customs House on the Isthmus.

– After Niki stared at the view from the customs house for half an hour she stepped outside just before sunrise and saw this –

— One healer called the morning fog ‘a salve for the soul’. Sounds like a pretty good assessment to me.

– “Drae in the cavern in the Shadowlands.” –

— Depending on your point of view and the poetry of your heart and soul and mind – you may find the way crystals in some stone reflect and amplify and transform the colour and tone of the light from a torch, or in this case, a gas light – You may find the changes in the light either annoying or ‘magical’ –

— And it’s way past my bedtime, but I told the crew I’d get their pictures up and here – I’ve done it. And now – before my head hits the desk when I pass out … I better bid y’all a fond “Adieu” – don’t tell our tea-totallers I found somebody’s secret bottle of hootch – and it was flavored!

— { Hic – }

————— T.R.—