Sincadere Summer 27/06/2022 It has been a while. Has it not, my dear readers? I bet you thought you could finally rest and sleep under a myriad of colorful dreams. Think again. While you wrap on your blankets and enjoyed your soft beddings, the ever-watchful eye of the Cabbala has been standing on that dark corner, always vigilant, with its tendrils softly brushing your hairs. Yet silence must be finally broken, for on this past month culture has been oozing from the caves as pus from a festered wound, and what better way to do so that with joyous fanfare. If you did not heard the lutes and drums, you truly are deaf and deserve to be thoroughly chained and spanked. You see dear reader, the Bound Elf Tavern became the center of a most magnificent event, a true duel of wits, good taste, and craft. The grand battle of Bards Vs Bands, a musical concert with a healthy dose of stabs. The stage set. A most magnificent cage, where our bard Ashley the Great stood lute in hand to face the most vile of challengers the surface could muster, The Meatbeatles. The proud minstrel of the caves used her most creative arsenal, such finely crafted repertoire, singing notes to the Gorgon and asking the audience if they like her not. The Meatbeatles were no match for her notes. Ashley's elegant, yet toneless voice not only destroyed most of the attendance eardrums, her refined ballads also outdid the goblin performance. It was only when the goblin lead known as Mick chose violence over melody that the show truly reach it's peak. For what is culture if not inflamed passions that lead to shady knife dance. Speaking of high art, passions, and dexterity with sharp objects. It is to be noted that our Warden hosted the very first sculpture contest in Sincadere. An event that let our claws and minds run wild as the contestants carved their will on wood, clay, flesh, bone, and stone alike. A most marvelous exhibit of visual art displayed for anyone with the gift of sight. After careful deliberation and a good measure of lewd judgment our Warden made her pick. It was Agnes sculpture: "The Prophesized Demise of Tyr: Crotchfruint of Halthor", the one that will steal her heart, and of course made us all gasp in delight. Carefully crafted by the claws of the merfolk, its seductive shape, displaying the most rigid frame and sharp edges, would entice anyone to try and touch it. But beware, for as with many things crafted by sirens and merfolk, true beauty usually forebode death and demise.
Art takes many forms dear reader and all are welcome in the caves, know that it is in the Cabbala were passions are foster with extreme care. So, sleep tight tonight, drink a night cap, and wrap yourself on fluffy blankets. From that dark corner we will watch your sleep, planning to use your silken skin as canvas on another night. Sweet nightmares, and as always, sleep with one eye open. R. Hangfire Comments are closed.
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