Intra took the stone, and his terribly damaged sword, and began to set to work by the side of the fire. Using the edge of the sword, he slowly chipped at the rock, flattening its shape. As the rock was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Now I will make of this stone Earth and Water both,” said Intra, standing in front of the blaze. “And air too, I suppose,” jested Yem Yeddo, the richest man in the vale, and all his men laughed. But Intra […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The lord of the vale and his thugs laughed at Intra and his preposterous proclamation. But their mirth was cruel, so they stayed to watch his futile labor. “I will turn this rock into fire,” said Intra. The men roared […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Once, Lord Intra came to the Vale of Stalks. It was a broad land with a hardy and beautiful people that wove stems of grass into elaborate mats. There were frequent harvest songs and offerings to the God of Pigs. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“A swordsman is at his most natural state when he thinks of nothing at all. Thoughtlessness is the natural state of things, and thinking is probably the biggest mistake of amateurs. By completely disavowing use of that pesky organ in […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
