How close is the nearest churchyard, because those aren’t fireflies…

One cannot discuss the artistry of the Coreland, without talking about how the natural sights and sounds of the swamp has influenced perception. The low fog that creeps up and hovers eerily over the fetid, still waters. The frogs croaking out their belchy greetings, and the flapping wings of unseen creatures. Fishes, and more dangerous … Continue reading How close is the nearest churchyard, because those aren’t fireflies…

Either somebody is wringing a cat, or else Opera Season is underway

Slothjemian art is considered by outsiders to be an oxymoron, and music is no exception. With so many people from such varied backgrounds sharing their love for song and dance, hymn and chant, there are bound to be unpleasant tunes that accost the unprepared listener. A Romillian bard of some fame once noted that "Jorish music … Continue reading Either somebody is wringing a cat, or else Opera Season is underway