The Third String
Tales from a Dagda Bard.
Wednesday 20 June 2018
A Just Reward for Labours Given
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A Just Reward for Labours Given "The corpse was bloated and discoloured. Gut, throat and face grossly swollen so tha...
Tuesday 1 May 2018
Battles due
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They had carried him inside as quick and as full of care as they could. Outside the Battle continued despite the fall of their King. It wo...
Sunday 1 April 2018
A Cold Stroll
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It had been a quite some time since I had walked the mountains but it seemed the memory of that cold invasive chill was enough to set me t...
Thursday 1 March 2018
A Long day and a Tough night
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It had been one long day. He couldn't recall a longer one in all his years, still he would never say that it hadn’t been worth it, no...
Tuesday 30 January 2018
To walk the Mountain Tops
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The mountain air was cold as it passed my lips, sending it searing chill deep into my lungs. I exhale faster than my natural rhythm jus...
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Saturday 30 December 2017
Winter Working
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It was quiet as he approached the forge. Understandable and to be expected given the lateness of the hour. The sleigh he pulled ...
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Tuesday 28 November 2017
Two Chairs
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The space was filled with silence. There are many kinds of silence. The type that comes once a person passes out of a space of extre...
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