1)
I’m more than a little upset
For I must duel a knight I’ve never met
Master blade, I, and yet
Repeatedly I vividly see
My grave yawning open to take me 2)
Is it too late to make a reverent altar-plea
Then slip out back as the chant rises
Make an offering to defray surprises
And in holy disguise to a distant kingdom flee?— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 25, 2020
I LIKE. Bravo, sir!
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 25, 2020
1)
“Oh, come, come, Elvar! What about the revels? The installation of the greased slide in the royal bedchamber? The—”
“EXCEPT when it’s I-told-you-so, listening to overclever courtiers jaw, and sour satisfaction.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 24, 2020
2)
“SOUR satisfaction, Sire?”
“Yes. Felt when someone swindles you, or tries to deceive you, or fails you, in the manner you expected. You were right about them, and are satisfied at your own grasp of human nature and theirs in 3)
…in particular, but it’s a sour satisfaction.”
“Ah. So, very much like being ruled by kings, then.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 24, 2020
Magic I both scorn and mourn
For like shadows on a shining morn
Evil comes stealing with no forewarn
For unless spells of much power get shorn
Too easy the temptation; every rose hath its thorn
And every wizard is at heart a murderer born— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 22, 2020
But if the Goddess of Magic is so perverse
Perhaps I should cast all my spells in reverse— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 23, 2020
A hitherto-undisclosed foe stands revealed, to my dismay
For I see hope, and victory, swiftly galloping away— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 24, 2020
1)
“Er, YES, Your Majesty.”
“Hmph. That sounded less than convincing.”
“That, Elvar, is because he’s learning.”
“Oh? Learning insolence?”
“No, learning that rulers must be obeyed, but only idiots obey them with enthusiasm.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 23, 2020
2)
“Well, then, have him obey me unenthusiastically, then, just so long as he obeys me. With alacrity and precision.”
{cough} “I am in fact standing right here, Your Majesty. You CAN address me directly.” 3)
“Yes, but if I give orders to Wolf, instead, I hold him accountable for your behavior. Which means, if I know Wolf, you WILL behave.”
“You doubted me?”
“Palonder, I’m a KING. My entire life is a doubt-fest.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 23, 2020
1)
“They’re foreigners, Sire. Not housebroken, know not correct Castle etiquette, and so on. I procured just the one—but five of his friends took it upon themselves to come with him.”
“I see. Well, send them away, will you?”2)
“You sound weary, Elvar.”
“I am. Being King is EXHAUSTING. So many orders to give, so many dunderheads who can’t carry them out properly. It wears a man—er, royal personage—down.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 20, 2020
1)
“Pronounced sorrow for your abiding trials, Sire. Excuse me while I unleash Chantratha on these six hostile soldiers.”
“REMIND her to leave one intact. She’s apt to be overenthusiastic, I’ve noticed.” 2)
“Nothing escapes your eagle-keen royal eye, Elvar.”
“Mind you remember that, while mired deep in the busy throes of treating me like a buffoon.”#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 21, 2020
To rule a kingdom, you need not be
Wise, or learned, or fair, or stocked with mercy
All that’s required is an imperious temper, and knights loyal and deadly— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 19, 2020
That king is emerald, that one is red
Before year’s end one shall be dead
And if the wizards cannot agree on who
I’ll slay them both, and put the crown on you— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 20, 2020
The gods seldom fail to obligingly provide
Some cryptic puzzle the truth for to hide
So their glib priests can endlessly twist us to do this or that
And often, against other priests, or kings, end up in bloody spat— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 21, 2020
…previously you helped me find a nickname younger eleven brother (thank you) but now I’m looking for a term for a younger wood elf sibling. With Druids living so long, is there an elvish word for ‘shoot’ (as in plant) to describe a much younger sister? Sure. In the elven tongue, a masculine green growing shoot or sprout is “kel,” and a feminine one (used for all flowering plants, and for a much younger sister, too) is “kele” (pronounced “kell”).#Realmslore
— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) March 21, 2020
