A Vote in Every Ballot and a Thumb in Every Ass. Sincadere Spring 08/05/2022 Can you feel it? Surely you can dear reader. There is a sickening feeling, a tingling sensation around the caves. Its dwellers seem to be stricken by pesky good manners, wicked smiles and hollow praises all around, while knives are getting ready behind each other's back. The time has come, the pestilent turmoil of politics is upon us, for a chair on the high council has been recently freed. Worry not about its former owner, his screams can still be heard if you listen closely. It is a seat of grand power, a coveted chair, perfect to suckle, tug and nip the Archon's ear. Advisor to the Cabbala, spewing poisoned words right into the heart of the caves. All around our dark home, posters had been string and hung, three deviant souls seek to go at each other's throats. Who are these silver tongue devils? It ss the question on everyone's mind. Well, allow me dear reader, to cast them out of the blackest shadows and shed some dim light over their plump arse. Let us tonight, find out on what they truly stand. - Compassion for Those Who Deserve It - She wore the medicum beak, that unsettling crow like mask, if only to hide her honest beautiful eyes. The head of the Verdant Branch, night after night, she is tasked to patch us all up. Hear not the rumors of the corpses pilling in the back. The good Doctor Robin has served the Cabbala with fire since the times of The White Hound. An experienced voice, over her shoulders the burden of dark past. Always on the wagon, she reasons first before she strikes. Yes!, she may look small and quite tasty, but make no mistake nor try to take a bite, this author has witnessed the power of her heavy maul. For some reason that baffles yours truly, her keen gaze looks after the slave's well being, going further to treat them as people. Helping those that she deems worthy, chained or not, to reach their true potential. A kind heart with a sharp mind, the Raven looking one may be perched on the Advisor's seat as Huginn and Muninn squawking their advice into Odin's ear. - Make Fear Great Again - I remembered when my eyes first fell on this one, behind the bars of a sturdy cage. A foolish toy that tried to hurt one of our own, yapping curses to those that passed by. Lovely times before the caves collapsed. Prey she once was, prey no more, from the humblest of beginnings, Devina, is chained no more. Well, unless you count rumors on her ties to the Basilica. Under the fostering wing of Sapphira shadow drake, she has come a long way. The infamous Gladiator of The Eye and wine entrepreneur, now tosses her gauntlets into the political battle ground. Villainous soul that hits first, only to hit once more, she promises one thing to anyone that lends her an ear. To be the thunderous voice of wrath in the council. The battle hardened Gladiatrix aims to pour true fear into the hearts of all those that dwell on the surface, stretching the tendrils of the Cabbala. Take heed dear reader, the day may come when she takes the Advisor's seat sipping her very own vintage wine from the skulls of the Empire's guard. - One Bard, Two Puppets, Three Voices! -
Once upon a time, on a faraway land, a mangled elf armed only with wits stepped into the dark of the Cabbalan caves. This, dear readers is how the story of a certain bard begins, or at least how it began on Sincadere. Ashley the Great!, self-proclaimed minstrel of immense culture, sophisticated femme fatale with endless good taste. Or at least that is how she portraits herself. Dressed with puppets and muppets, one on each hand, and a colorful attire only a blind man would adore, this self-made grand artists gleams in the blackest dark with hellfire, tone-deaf passion and one devious tuneless lute. Half-baked? Only to those with shallow eyes, be warned not to make the foolish mistake of considering her weak. Our Queen of Sonnets packs more than meets the eye. Her renown is vast, with connections in high courts, brothels and ill-conceived taverns alike. Those that hear her songs are moved to terror, tears and sobs. Beware monsters of the dark, when her colorful ass lays on the Advisor's seat pray her voice reaches you not, weep now dear readers, culture is here. Three grand souls dancing around the heightened chair's seat. Three devious devils reaching to tear each other’s throats. Who is to know who will win the coveted prize? Make your choice Cabbalans, do not falter on your duty. Make your choice, by conscience or by coin. Know that at the end, you will all reap what you sow. For now, I bid you farewell, sleep with pleasant nightmares on this night. - R. Hangfire Comments are closed.
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