Sincadere Summer 14/10/2022 Editorial. Forgive our silence dear reader. I know you have missed yours truly, and are probably pacing in your dwelling worried sick about our well being. Worry not, for the Cabbala Chronicles bloody heart still beats. We just needed to shake the lethargy out of our dark soul and press on to bite you with tender words. And speaking of bites, gore, and blood. Surely you had witnessed the fleeting beauty of the Blood Moon. It began with a chant that echoed across the caves. At first we thought it was a slave strike, at the very least, the practice of certain tuneless bard. But alas, we were mistaken! A procession of witches roam across the caves, one by one they gather shrouded in an eerie light. Devious little enchantresses prowling around at night. They thought they were alone, and their secrets warded from prying eyes. But they did not know the depths of our depravity, nor that we got brand new lenses to watch from afar. Besides ogling the sway of their magical hips and the mystical wobble of their teats, we witness the summon of the most delightful crimson moon… what a night that was... its vicious red light bathing us all… To some it was Sloth the sin that stuck on their souls, to others it was Rage. Pride took over the humblest of souls, while Greed and Gluttony ran rampant devouring most in the dark… but… if I must crown one as the greatest one… I will say it was Lust, the sin that reigned supreme. Just ask Dinnin, the poor demon-fiancé whose ball sack swelled until it kissed the cold stony floor. Oh how he begged for release. Pouncing naked on our dear Archon, trying to impale the faun with his painfully engorged phallus. In haste the Archon parried his meat with her shiny dagger, demonstrating her proficiency in the art of fencing. What a marvelous sight for those who love the sport. We were about to enjoy quite a wholesome show when he was so pointedly removed by Ashley’s martial art skills. The demon landed at the feet of the Keep and that is when disaster truly struck. Oh the horror, Oh the terrible sight, the keep had been ravaged and the throne room in blood most certainly tagged. The Archon screamed in ire, and no not like a little girl, and for once we witnessed her tail hackle with sheer wrath. Poor the fool that caused this slight. But before you gasp, dear reader, know that Sherlock Shroom was on the case, the young Aconitum Mooncroft-Arestegi-Lionheart the Third! Homebrewed student of the College of Obscure Arts wasted no time… he promptly studied the crime scene with ease… from the lettering of the words, to the damn crows that flew over the corpse… when the detective work was done, he turned to the Archon and spoke… “Tis elementary your fauness”... he paused for dramatic effect... “the criminal had left a calling card”. You may wonder about the outcome... wonder no more, we in the Cabbala Chronicles know it all. Dear reader, you should count the dwellers in the caves. Look left and right… Pay attention and notice that dear friend that suddenly has been missing for a while. Yes, you would not be wrong… for if you notice someone long gone... you have found the culprit and need to seek no more. Take heed of our Editor notes: be wise and on this matter poke the Archon no more. And since we have mentioned poking, we shall also mention pecking. Our sweet raven voiced bard Ashley the Great, had risen to the ranks of nobility and now calls herself the one.. the only.. the mighty.. Queen of Chickens! For you see, she had taken poultry farming as a hobby on the side of her main very serious job. Perhaps it will be smart to pay her in corn if she comes to collect any business tax. But beware, be respectful, and honor her cluckity cluck cluck ass. For it is said she owns a devil chicken that actually pecked the Jade Empires pride. I would not want to leave you before reminding all of you, my dear cave dwellers, about the election that is soon to come. Yes it is that time already, a time for solemn contemplation of the future of our home… and yes! a time to lean back and enjoy the wildest of debates… best of luck to the contenders, may they sharpen their daggers and hone their claws. Tis rare for us to leave the comfort of our secure facilities, but ever so often we are compelled to do so. And we could not let pass such a marvelous opportunity when we received the most cordial invitation from no other than the Archon of the caves. An engraved scented card inviting us for some pastries and tea. What to wear for such an evening, we found ourselves quite baffled, and with no clean clothes. Never before we had been invited behind the veil of the high dark court. But not letting fear conquer our wits, we managed to get in touch with an expert on fashion and design. A dress by the legendary fashionista Kai, would become our only armor for this night. Oh how graceful the faun was when she welcomed us into her fruity scented office… we knew she was a veggie, but never thought she had a thing for ripe perfumed oranges. Matter not, to each its own, happily our fan would keep our nose fresh while we begin to discuss. What did we talk about? you may ask… well dear nosy readers, mostly about art. The head of the Cabbala was quite a well lectured host, delighting us with the most fascinating of talks… Beware those in the caves, apparently she had decided to meet her dwellers one by one. So if you could, help the busy fluff butt, and head to the Keep to say hi.
And as always, dear reader, sleep with one eye open. - R. Hangfire Comments are closed.
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