poetry – Fellowship of Cunts

4th of Eleint, 1492

Posted on "The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Octeth Tuegith, College of Lore, Neverwinter"The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Noveth Sungith, College of Lore, Neverwinter by MC in Eleint, Year of Three Ships Sailing

We entered the hedge maze surrounding Xonthal's Tower; clearly, an extradimensional space of some sort. Evidently, our approach had already been spotted: a human mage in dark purple robes, presumably Iskander, appeared on a tower balcony, waving the blue mask and a white hourglass at our fellowship, yelling like a damned fool. Someone came out … Continue reading 4th of Eleint, 1492 →

3rd of Eleint, 1492

Posted on "The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Octeth Tuegith, College of Lore, Neverwinter"The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Octeth Tuegith, College of Lore, Neverwinter by MC in Eleint, Year of Three Ships Sailing

Beshaba's breath! I had the strangest dream last night: the wizards from yesterday's mixer were stewing me in a delicious Thayan turtle goulash, assaulting and peppering me with inane questions. By the haggard looks of my fellow cunts this morning, it seems we all slumbered poorly, despite the silken sheets and feather beds. After breakfast, … Continue reading 3rd of Eleint, 1492 →

29th of Eleasis, 1492

Posted on "The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Augest Sungist, College of Lore, Neverwinter"The Journals of Maledicta Fortuna," translated by Sepend Tuegind, College of Lore, Neverwinter by MC in Eleasis, Year of Three Ships Sailing

We awoke as Otaaryliakkarnos, the silver dragon we knew in her human form as Elia, set us down in Waterdeep at dawn. With a little time before the Council of Waterdeep was to meet, Tegan and Gunx popped into a nearby common room to entertain some of the City of Splendor's early risers, treating them … Continue reading 29th of Eleasis, 1492 →