Winterfestive AppleJack

Well and all, it comes again. WinterFest, Kindle tide - whatever name best fits thy lips, let it's spirit fit thy heart :). An d of those tides, by whatever name, why not a song?
In the land called Real there is a thing many sing at these tides, and it's name be 'Good King Wenceslaus'. The words here be old, aye and older, and they are not directly part of the Tale THUNDER AND LIGHTNING, though they speak of Sephiranoth Fool and Donea-Fair. But if ye know the tune of the land called Real well, these words may wake that tune in thy heart, and mayhap then thy lips also :o. Let it be so, and Kindle greetings to ye all!


WinterFestive AppleJack

Sonea-Fair took walk-a-bout
WinterFest the eve'en
Long stored cask to offer out
Many friends to seek-en
Bright her smile and merry sight
Walking with the Foo-el
When they came upon a Blight
Aegis-Foe so cru-el
Sonea's staff stood in the Hall
Drake hoard slim past mention
How to save their neighbours all
From the the Blight's intention
Sonea-Fair stepped to the Blight
And she bade it greeting
"It's WinterFest, mayhap we might
Set aside thy beating.
Surely even Blight's have thirst
Let thy thirst be riven..."
Sonea-Fair took up her cask
Poured it Blight upon him
Sephiranoth opened jaw
Casting out a flaming
Flame and Sonea's spirit bore
Green Blight to an ending
Fool and Fair saw Blight made burn
And it made them ponder
Made their path to Deadlands turn
Aegis lands to wander
There a WinterFest they brought
Any chef might relish
AppleJack and drake-fire taught
Flambe-d Foe to perish
So now all ye Gifted folk
Or if ye be other
WinterFest's cask cheer store up
Ready glass to offer
When the Foe are at thy back
Keep the Festive spirit
Off them some AppleJack
And a light to see-ee it!

I wouldn't mind seeing Sonea. It's been years and years.

Would it were possible, Ming wise one and fair. For my heart would fill, truly. But the Lightning no longer walks worlds such as this one, for matters of the land called Real make it so. But there are winds to it that make my heart sore, to speak of her, there are other winds that hearten - that she not fall from the Land's memory. That is in part why the Tale of THUNDER AND LIGHTNING is being told on Chaos as once it was on Order - Chapter by Chapter, in a player channel. But melted wax is no new candle, and the world turns as it must. Still, for me, and I hope others - the Lightning is all she ever was, and I will hold it so until my last and final breath :D.

sonea (and the player behind) live for the millions, as long as we remember her

I shall put a monument up for her on the Strata Guild plot.