It’s amazing what can be revealed during one simple conversation. Let’s unpack. It’s Empty The name “The Empty Throne” isn’t an empty description 1. As Bug points out, it’s been empty for 500 years in Realm-time. Gnomish Narrativists who have a vibrant faith, such as Agent Sills, believe this all comes down to Narrative. There…
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Fiction Tuesday – Tales of the Capital
Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes “You mean that’s more than a name?” Bug snorted. “Yah, cause we Realm-folk are so unimaginative. Of course it’s more than a name.” “But… why is it empty? Doesn’t The Realm need a leader?” “It’s all due to Narrative, Will,” Sill’s…
Unpacking New Town
Given what’s going on in the United States these days, it felt eerily contemporary to write this passage. Still, it points out some of the problems with The Realm. Let’s unpack. The Harbor As I mentioned in “unpacking” last week, The Harbor is a section of No Entry in which non-gnomes are allowed to enter,…
Fiction Tuesday – New Town
Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes As the group made their way to their connecting train, Will was stunned to find himself in a bustling neighborhood. The streets and buildings were all technically underground, a rough-hewn ceiling could be seen high above the buildings, but in front…
Unpacking Passing Customs
We’re about to step out into the wider Realm and see what’s going on beyond the shelter of the Fifty Peaks Mountains. First, however, Will had to get out of the Gnomes’ territory. Let’s unpack. The Train Ride Will’s vantage point of the train ride describes most of territory claimed by the Penny Gnomes. They…
Fiction Tuesday – Passing Customs
Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes There wasn’t much to watch as the train made it’s way toward No Entry. The “train” was more like a subway, passing through rough hewn tunnels carved through the heart of the Fifty Peaks Mountains. The monotony would occasionally be broken…
