Nindrol Petleth in Rissingshire Keep

Nindrol Petleth was a fair elf maiden that dwelled in the Northern reaches, near the river Tola. Like most of the Elven-folk, she preferred to spend her days and nights in the outdoors, but as a friend to Humans, she made many visits to Rissingshire Keep, and enclave in the North.

She wrote about it in her journal (for many Elves kept travel journals), and described Rissingshire Keep during one of her visits:

Narrow braziers encompassing each of the fourteen marble columns light up the entire throne hall and bathe the hall in a dancing glow of orange. The intricately carved woodwork hanging from the oblique ceiling dance in the flickering light while stone effigies and gargoyles look down upon the obsidian floor of this glorious hall.

A magenta rug splits part of the room in half from the throne to midway down the hall while winged banners with adorned ridges drape from the walls. Between each banner , almost all of them have been lit and in turn illuminate the statuettes of conquerors and victors below them.

Modest, stained glass windows depicting ancient legends are enclosed by draperies colored the same magenta as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with emblazoned edges and impressive needlework.

A great throne of oak sits behind a lavish gate of gilded wood and is adjoined by two similar, but smaller seats for visiting royalty of other nations.

The throne is covered in hundreds of elaborate images and fixed on each of the front legs is a crystal moon. The bulky pillows are a light magenta and these too have been adorned with gilded fringes.

Those awaiting to be heard by their royal highness can do so on the countless impressively carved brass benches, all of which are facing the throne in a wide V-shape. Those of higher standing can instead take seat in the gorgeous balconies facing the benches below.

Woman outside a castle


Princess Fiona of the Emberwild

Princess Fiona of the Emberwild liked dragons and riddles.

It is rumored that she once encountered an ancient green dragon while searching for treasure in a lair deep beneath the dark mountains of Baranur.

Upon waking the dragon, she challenged it to a game of riddles, knowing the the smug and superior dragon would not be able to resist. She gave it the first turn.

It smiled a sickly and mean smile and then in a deep booming voice it uttered,

“A leathery snake with a stinging bite, coiled up I wait until I must fight. What am I?”

Princess Fiona thought for a moment, never taking her eyes of the villainous beast. It was not to be trusted.

The answer quickly came to her like the first rays of the morning sun.

“A whip!” she cried in delight. “The answer is, ‘a whip!'”

The huge dragon scowled with disgust, for Princess Fiona was correct.

It was her turn now. She was prepared with a favorite.

“Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth.”

The great dragon grew quiet and carefully pondered the riddle. Time seemed to stand still.

More seconds passed, then minutes. Princess Fiona waited patiently.

Finally, the dragon spoke.

“I must forfeit, fair maiden. For I cannot determine the answer to your riddle.”

Princess Fiona’s eyes grew wide with excitement at outsmarting the foul beast. She quickly exclaimed, “The answer is, ‘an echo.”

The dragon smiled again. “A delicious riddle, fair maiden.”

And then the dragon ate Princess Fiona.



The Musings of Nona Wilcox

Little is known of Nona Wilcox, who spent her days wandering the empty beaches near the seaside village of Caelkirk, which was dangerously close to the pirate outpost of Rum Isle on the Eastern Shores of Tiny Land.

Nona was a quiet young woman who reveled in the solitude of long, aimless wandering along the beaches and broken shoreline.

Nona Wilcox - Tiny Land

Whilst wandering, she was taken to simple thoughts. Her favorite game to play by herself was, “What if?” It was a game that gave her time to consider many different possibilities of the mysteries of chance and consequence.

Among the many things she wondered. What if…

…Beowulf had been a police officer?
…Emmanuel Kant was deliberately responsible for the creation of Rock and Roll?
…Kublai Khan was like Plato?
Mao Tse Tung fought Harun Al-Rashid?
…Saint Dominic was inspired by Cormac Mac Airt?
…the Dark Ages happened after the arrival of the Pilgrims in America?
…the Opium War had never happened?
…everyone had a picture of Yoda on every screenshot they take on a Mac?

Her thoughts wandered further as the waves crashed upon the shore. It brought pause to her idle thoughts and instead inspired a song.

Totally dream-like over the fog
You examine huge shivas against the virgin
Oh God! The vision has gone
Dark and happy above the tomb
You dispel florescent meaning above the shadows
Oh God! The Knight must continue
Evil and hot within the spirits
We command arid symbols behind the air
Repent! The demon is no more
scared unsafe
not understanding
something missing
At how many harbors
your brother
turn aside
unable to stop.


A Passage for Buttercup

Another tale is told. Another poet grows old. This is the work of the fabled poet Sir Winston Pewter, who spun this tale while traveling in the Southern Wastes of Tiny Land.

It is an homage to a woman he only knew as Buttercup. It wasn’t her real name, and she left behind only mystery and intrigue.

Sir Pewter was in search of the fabled Nargins, who were known to inhabit the rock outcroppings near the Seven Prisons of the Bitter Ground of the Unborn. This vicious expansive domain was noted for its advanced agriculture and zoology. It was destroyed by social breakdown, leaving behind only monuments.

I am Grotesque Under the Towers

So luminous under the light
You invoke comely hands on the dream
Ahhh! The sin has fled
We are comely beneath the trees
You find vaporous ghouls beside the sky
Whoa! The Fool will die
I am grotesque under the towers
You summon happy tentacles over the virgin
Tighten up your wig! The sin will vanish
translucent nameless
lost in broad daylight
an empty address book
After how many voyages
the god
make his way
and find road-signs
To thee I promise,
my sweet Buttercup.

The Tragic Tale of Herminia Pickett

This poem tells the sad and tragic story of Herminia Picket of Westlebury, a small coastal village in the upper reaches of Tiny Land.

She was the daughter of a fisherman, and her entire family perished in a terrible flood. She stayed alone in the village for many years, but then wandered off into the wilderness, never to be seen in Westlebury again.

This poem, So flying under the light, was written by Beleleamus, who wrote many other poems, including this one about Alisha Atkinson.

So flying under the light

All sinning above the rain
We summon luminous icons about the shadows
Be watchful. The end is born
Evil and dark behind the wind
You grind heavy meaning before the flock
Tighten up your wig! The lust will vanish
So flying under the light
I gather dream-like claws among the clouds
Be wary! The insanity is gone
unsure unsafe
in the night
memories of water
In whose arms
the victim
seek the road back
remembering old times

The Tale of Alexandra Ebony Norton

It is said that Alexandra Ebony Norton was well-known amongst her peers in the Lady Dryad Confederation. And yet none of those who belonged could actually remember her face. Perhaps she stayed hidden amongst the shadows. We will never truly know.

In a pit there lived a snowy, dull ghost named Warwick Superhalk. Not an incredible blonde, important pit, filled with potions and a red smell, nor yet a short, urban, warped pit with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a ghost-pit, and that means shelter.

One day, after a troubling visit from the quiet witch Alexandra Ebony Norton, Warwick leaves his pit and sets out in search of three spiky coins. A quest undertaken in the company of youths, wizards and ruddy elves.

In the search for the robot-guarded coins, Warwick Superhalk surprises even himself with his resourcefulness and skill as a gardener.

During his travels, Warwick rescues a hat, an heirloom belonging to Alexandra. But when she refuses to try jogging, their friendship is over.

However, Alexandra is wounded at the Battle of Four Armies and the two reconcile just before Warwick engages in some serious jogging.

Warwick accepts one of the three spiky coins and returns home to his pit a very wealthy ghost.

The Planets of Corzonna

Tucked far away in one of the distant spirals of the galaxy lies the star system of Corzonna. The planets that orbit the star are numerous and varied, with some supporting life.


The planet Wormulon, named so for the planet’s properties, is a diamond planet in a sparsely populated solar system with several other planets.

Wormulon is about 3.9 times bigger than Earth and its gravity is about 2.96 times that of Earth.

A single day lasts 27.58 hours and a year lasts 357 days. The planet is made up of 13 continents, which make up 53% of the planet’s landmass.

4 moon(s) orbit the planet and Wormulon itself orbits an white sun in a fairly elliptic orbit.

The explosive nature of this planet makes it impossible to sustain any life forms. The volcanic eruptions are too devastating and the conditions on this planet change too drastically during its orbit. Perhaps once it has calmed down, life might be possible, but the chances are slim.


Planet VinciThe planet Vinci, as it’s called by most scientists, is an ocean planet in a fairly small solar system with a handful of  other planets.

Vinci is about 40.0 times bigger than Earth and its gravity is about 12.59 times that of Earth.

A single day lasts 48.99 hours and a year lasts 391 days. The planet is made up of 0 continents, which make up 0% of the planet’s landmass.

2 moon(s) orbit the planet and Vinci itself orbits a white sun in a wide, elliptic orbit.

Life is obviously impossible on this planet and will always be impossible. The conditions are too violent, there are no places life could be created and anything that reaches the planet is destroyed in its violence. A violence that is strangely beautiful, yet eerily frightening.


Planet PandoraThe planet Pandora, as it’s called by most scientists, is a terrestrial planet in a small solar system filled with many other planets.
Pandora is about 4.0 times bigger than Earth and its gravity is about 3.89 times that of Earth.

A single day lasts 48.07 hours and a year lasts 445 days. The planet is made up of 15 continents, which make up 53% of the planet’s landmass.

3 moon(s) orbit the planet and Pandora itself orbits a white sun in a elliptic orbit.

The conditions on this planet may not be ideal, they’re good enough to sustain life. Unfortunately it has yet to do so, but the future of this planet is very promising. If nothing else, it would be perfect as a new home for an advanced species.


Planet AzerodaThe planet Azeroda, as it’s called by most of the natives, is an earth-like planet in a small solar system with three or four other planets.
Azeroda is about 11.9 times bigger than Earth and its gravity is about 5.48 times that of Earth.

A single day lasts 22.94 hours and a year lasts 391 days. The planet is made up of 10 continents, which make up 76% of the planet’s landmass.

4 moon(s) orbit the planet and Azeroda itself orbits a white sun in an elliptic orbit.

The plant-like organisms on this planet are made up of tall grasses and flowers, with even taller fungi and huge trees. Shrubs are non-existent and bushes are so rare they might as well be.

While flowers come in more shapes and colors than grasses, they both share a wide variety of scents, most of which are related to the nutrients in their area. The fungi are tall, strong and, like the grasses and flowers, scented. The trees are also scented, but it’s much harder to detect.

Nutrients are always needed but not always around, so organisms have to find ways to get them. Common ways are using different roots to find them in deep or shallow grounds or even stealing them from others, but on this planet many species have found a different balance.

Unlike most plants on Earth who tend to only produce oxygen and nutrients, usually in the form of sugars, for itself, the organisms on this planet also produce other forms of nutrients for itself, usually for different purposes. These processes often lead to many byproducts which it doesn’t need and are thus discarded.

These discarded products are exactly what other species need to live and in turn produce byproducts it discards for the other organisms, leading to a delicate balance.

The wonderful diversity is not unique to life on the surface. Life underwater has also given birth to a wide variety of corals and aquatic plants.

While corals are in the vast majority, it’s the plants that have developed into the most unique and beautiful species on this planet. Their colors are oddly diverse, something we don’t really see on Earth. But it sure makes for an amazing spectacle.

If we as humans found intelligent life today, they would most likely be either millennia ahead of us or way behind us in terms of technology.

Oddly enough, the higher species on this planet are somewhat equal to us. Our technology is of course very different from theirs, that’s to be expected on a different planet, but our technologies are roughly capable of the same feats. However, cultural differences did lead to a few major differences.

These species are far more advanced in cleaner energies, but humans are far more advanced in war machines, something which advanced a lot due to necessity, as well as space engineering and flight. If these two worlds were to meet peacefully, we’d certainly be able to learn a lot from each other.

An Ode to Evangeline Hammond

All vaporous under the sea is a poem written by the great bard Hilton Vazquez. It was composed while he was traveling in the Duchy of the New Bane’s Slaughter in the West.

Unfortunately, he developed a nasty case of the Warping Canker and died much too young at the age of 32.

All vaporous under the sea

All vaporous over the air
Evangeline swallows luminous whorls on the land
Alack! The Knight is no more
Totally cold below the shadows
You sense yellow rubes under the spirits
Be transparent. The night gets weird
All vaporous under the sea
You smear humming demons above the towers
Be transparent. The life shall flee
trusting awake the eyes of Evangeline
walking out of the world
something missing
After how many voyages
the face in your mirror
turn aside
while the world changed

The Ballad of Alisha Atkinson

Alisha Atkinson lives in the outer wilds of Tiny Land. This is an epic tale in her honor. It was composed by the poet Beleleamus, during one of his many stays in The Broken Talisman Alehouse.

Dark and flying beside the rain

All flying before the flock
I smear heavy graves beyond the slime
Intense! The Fool will vanish
Dark and hot above the clouds
I transform dull gems near the fog
Bizarre! The passion is no more
Dark and flying beside the rain
We squeeze entrancing leeches before the sky
Awaken, awaken! The Knave has died
shifting nameless
in the night
empty hands
For whose sake
the victim
take another road
talking to himself