Peter Roberts

Told In Stone Prologue: A Bards Tale

Added 2025-01-22 17:00:09 +0000 UTC

Gather round, friends, tip my hat with silver and hold close your babes to your bosom, for the Moon is full, and I would tell you of the Yega…

Our beloved full moon smiles on the western marshes, but while we rejoice the abyss weeps for its lightless sky, and the fell beasts hiss and shrink into the dark places. In the memory of what was lost, the Yega hunts, for the walls between worlds are as thin as a web of gossamer.

This night, through wood and glen and coast and beach and cliff maidens may freely walk the living lands, but you sleep little boy, for the Yega stalks.

Young men, old men, hale men frail men, stable boys, second sons, altar boys and urchin runts, the Yega steals them all into the dark places to seed their foul bellies. Then when ragged breath sounds, their cracked white mask will fall, and looking on the foulness of the Yega brings the welcome release of death.

The shrill cry of male babes are dashed on sharp rocks for it is daughters they seek, wikkan girls to set the Yega free once more into the living lands.

The moon is full, and men would be fool to wander this night. Stay by the fire, and stray not, because the Yega stalks.