Stories

This mushroom was so old it had mushrooms growing on it. According to village lore it had been there when Staeld first arrived and decided that, yes, perching his house way out there on that overhanging branch was a good idea. Other local tales spoke of earlier settlers, whose houses had made part of the…

The bridge had fallen. Again. He would have to have a word with Unsan. He could already hear the excuses the man would come up with. The mushroom team was on standby, most of them claiming anger at the delay, yet secretly glad of the pretext to loaf around. Bunch of adept lingerers the lot…

“So why the roofs?” Our young guide, Finell, froze, one hand held up in an interrupted sweep meant to steer our eyes along the panorama and towards the village across the rivulet. He started to reply, a quickly faltering noise escaping his throat, but instead just stared at the smug traveler in our group who…

I’ll never get Trisde out of this place… After days of inhospitable villages, and countless hours of rowing, the welcome in Belsem would feel like a breath of fresh air if it was dialed down just a notch. Or ten. As soon as we had docked, Trisde and I were fending off offers of lunch,…

Can you fly? Got a magic carpet maybe? No? Well then, Rulle is not for you. All who live here, or visit, know some form of flyding (flying and riding put together, do try to keep up please) and have never bothered finding or creating another way up and down. Dragonflies, flies, beetles, mosquitoes, and…

“… and the serpent was frozen, transformed into this very branch. That’s how our village got its particular shape.” … “The serpent was transformed into a tree…” “Yes!” “And you see no problem with that?” “What do you mean?” Filja’s little face had tightened in what could be either worry or doubt. She did not…

See the house, perched as far as the branch will go. This is Siredhal’s refuge, away from the tiresome hubbub of Holn country life. You’d be surprised how hectic it can get down there. Siredhal grows his own food, gets his water from the stream nearby and has a deal with a book merchant for…

A long time ago, when the Keya tree was still young, a disaster did not happen. Fine… not the most enticing start to any tale, but this story is about what happened when the other thing didn’t happen. At that time the village of Dholsim was even smaller than it is now. A few farmers…

As my beetle rounded a mossy pebble, all five hamlets became visible. Finally a soft bed for the night! On protruding roots stood Siltun and Waytun and higher up the other villages, Lettun, Stultun and Confustun (don’t ask), clung to outcrops of bark. These villages together were known as “The Tuns”.I would visit all of…

The sun was setting between the creature’s pincers. They had always been there, his whole life, and had never moved in any way, but Tamnir still felt wary. His parents, siblings and neighbors had all spiced his youth with tales of the creature coming to life, shaking itself free of the sand and stalking the…