August 14 2014

Shardfall – by Languard – Narrated by Asclepius

Hello everyone, Asclepius here, with a wonderful poem by Languard. This is a rather complex poetic form, called a sestina, and the piece is entitled Shardfall.  Background music “Romance Sonata” by Smartsound.


In the past hung two moons,
Silvery light drifting with grace so cool.
The lake shining with gentle glare,
with all the night taking a moment to be still.
Smoothly swaying with no chaos,
a gentle and loving lunar dance.

But what could be changing the dance?
When you should be there, why are you here moon?
Should we fear this new chaos,
Let our lunar passion cool?
The night may be still,
but the water has an ominous glare.

What is this fearsome glare?
What is happening now is no lunar dance,
A moment when all is still…
Then where there was two, now but one moon!
Heat and raging streaks of fire replace night’s cool.
Absolute. Unrelenting. Chaos.

Cries echo to uncaring chaos,
the lake holding red death’s glare.
To mourn a friend now cool,
seeking shelter in a morbid dance,
what more do you wish for us moon?
When will you again be still?

But if you will not relent, we will not be still.
Virtue will shine in the chaos.
Glow shards, a new moon
casting and flickering across the lake’s glare.
With strength and stride we dance,
and wait for the night to cool.

With time passed, the fires are cool.
Once again the night is still.
With new heart and name, Deadalus does his dance.
Virtue changed but virtue still, re-forged by chaos.
Gentle lake holding this glittering glare
of our new sharded moon.

Virtue shines best in the fires of chaos,
but take care you don’t lose sight in the glare.
The world spins on with its new moon.


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August 14 2014

Journey to Kingsport – written by Womby- Narrated by Asclepius

Hello everyone – This is Asclepius with a great story by Womby, entitled “Journey to Kingsport”. Background music is “Prologue” by Telaron, at

Here is the text:

Journey to Kingsport

According to his hastily scribbled map the tavern was somewhere in Kingsport. He wasn’t entirely sure though.
The information was incomplete, and it had taken hours of torture to extract that information from Lord Xychra. Not much of a result after investing all that valuable time.

Still, Lord Xychra had mentioned an associate and a tavern in Kingsport. If there was loot to be found, he had best make his way there.After locating the tavern nestled by the Kingsport docks, Dhank stepped inside to discover a small, dimly lit bar that had obviously seen better days.
The only occupant was the bartender, who paused what he was doing to glance up. A slightly raised eyebrow demanded an explanation for this intrusion.

“Lord Xychra sent me” said Dhank. “He has directed me to collect his belongings, and asked me to show you this as proof”.
With that he dropped Lord Xychra’s ring on the bar. The same ring that less than 24 hours earlier he had removed from his Lordship’s severed finger, as he lay screaming in a pool of blood.

Slowly the bartender picked up the ring and examined it carefully. “Very well. Wait here while I fetch the key and write down some directions.” With that the barman left the room, and Dhank replaced the ring on his finger.
The barman eventually returned with a rough parchment and a large iron key. “Follow these directions, and they’ll take you to Lord Xychra’s associate. I have no doubt that he’ll be very helpful in carrying out Lord Xychra’s wishes.

Following the directions was straightforward, as the location was only a short walk away, beneath the docks. The key opened a door into the town sewer, and Dhank slowly made his way forward, cursing his oversight in not bringing a torch.
He could no longer see the map and inched forward slowly, first following the wall on his left, then the wall on his right before becoming hopelessly disoriented.

Eventually the passage he was in led to a small platform overlooking a large channel filled with a dark and menacing liquid. It might have been water, but Dhank wasn’t about to bet his life on it.
Suddenly he found himself rooted to the spot as he was struck by a spell cast from somewhere behind him. Dhank heard footsteps circle around him, then a torch flickered to life revealing the bartender who had sent him here.

“You should feel honoured.” The bartender came closer as he spoke, and Dhank could see that he wore a butcher’s apron and carried a large set of knives hanging from a leather belt around his waist.
On the opposite side of the platform, visible for the first time in the light of the torch, Dhank could see a butcher’s station, a tanning station and an alchemy station.
“Not everyone is selected for harvesting by his Lordship. He only sends about one a month. Now, let’s start with that finger.”