“Well, Mr Fauldon, as you said: I brought you here from another place, just as Grevious was once brought…”
-Sir Knowington, from Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task, Scene XI
Blind, bitter, and poor did the man shiver amidst the cold and biting wind. The homesteads of Albannik were bunkered for the night and the harshest winter for all they knew. The lonely mountain peek’s town was accustom to winter, but not what they had come to call the Winds of Raigor. From the eastern lands did these winds come–swiftly and like a wolf pack to an abandoned calf. Devouring and relentless did the winds turn color to white, to blue, to death. None could escape it–only cling desperately to life in prayers that it should pass.
To much consideration, I have decided to delay the publication of the Grand Attraction’s sequel: the Grand Illusion. Instead, I turn my attention towards Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task.
The man stood a proud six feet with a bright pink vest and white collared, blue striped button-up shirt; his couplings were of laden gold airplanes. His checkered pants fit well to his circus-like figure and about his identity was a mouse costume mask—the man must have lost his dignity long ago to dress so bizarrely. And yet he stood composed, his hands propped into the small slits of his pink vest.
Carls was hesitant.
“Do you wish to see my merchandise?” the man asked, a red glove reaching out toward his cart. Carls betrayed a quick glance down at the Hensers. Hensers? He was selling cards?
“The Gambler,” Carls inquired, “do you know him?”
The man’s shoulders lowered, as did his tone. “Oh… so it’s you. Pity… you should have come to me first—for you can only deal with one.” (more…)
A man once told me: if you can’t convince one to change their own mind, then try manipulating their reasoning and he will come to convince himself. For business is won in the mind–where man boasts he is secure in his own right.
-T.J. Lawrence, A Multi-Millionaire Business-Venture Man
“It’s a simple intent that drives man the deepest. In all manner of the phrase: there truly is nothing new beneath the sun. We may try to convince ourselves otherwise, but just the thought itself has already undermined the attempt.”
-Mike Dyrdrik, In Search of Life’s Mysteries (more…)
“Origin–it is oft a question we all ask of ourselves. But we would be doing ourselves wrong if we didn’t ask the reciprocal: the purpose. To each his own beginning; to each his own end; to all, a purpose to live.” -Turtleback Seer
So are the words of Turtleback Seer, the first and original Seer for the land of Naychurr–a realm where creatures of land, air, and sea have switched habitants and now feud over their new “self-acclaimed” rights and domains. It was the Seer who brought wisdom to their Judgement; who guided their quarrels and corrected their wrongs. Turtleback was revered as the perfect sage of nature–land, sea, and air– as he himself was a sea turtle flying the depths of sea and heights of the heavens. There was no feud he could not resolve. Only his age got the better of him, causing him to suffer from aboulia, an inability to make decisions. In his absence, a new Seer was needed to govern the creatures of Naychurr.
And it is thus your story begins….
“Time has come, my child, to settle down. The sun has gone and night has come. The light outside, the moon, resides–watching over you, my child, while you rest your eyes.