2021-03-31 8:34:57 am by Haigan in category RolePlay

It takes no great stretch of the imagination to describe me as a codger. I fit the definition of the word perfectly, I'm old, I'm eccentric, and I'm grumpy. The one thing alone I wish to point out here is that I AM an old man. I say this proudly for a simple reason, not everyone reaches my age. Our world, you see, does not readily indulge the weak, the careless, or the...

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2021-03-29 7:55:04 am by Haigan in category RolePlay

Breakfast had been something of a cold thick porridge. It was in fact, the boiled down slurry of what should have been a satisfactory stew intended to be eaten the night before. A mixture of bits of meat both fat and lean, root vegetables, and cracked grains with a bit of salt in water, everything a hard working body needed for fuel. Everything of course, except sleep, which was exactly the...

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2020-12-18 6:05:48 am by Haigan in category Writing

Admittedly, it could hardly be said of me that I was known for being overly fond of people to begin with, and in all truth I had not been missing many of them recently. As a rule of thumb I tended to be rather more than less happy-go-lucky, so long as my needs were met and I was left to my own devices without outside interference in my own affairs. It was my general opinion that people sucked,...

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2020-12-16 1:07:49 am by Haigan in category Writing

Panoag. It's a simple word with a complex, and for myself sentimental, meaning which is properly pronounced "pah no ag." It once referred to a man, to his clan, to his encampment, and to his territory. The days of its commonly spoken use are beyond us now, as is the custom among those people who once spoke it with pride, reverence, and fear.  Panoag himself was a great...

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2020-12-13 6:56:00 pm by Haigan in category Writing

I was up, as usual, before first Tor tu Gor, a residual habit from the long distant days of my youth. Revived from the haze of sleep by having washed my hands, face, and neck in cold water I would soon be dressed and out to greet the first faint Light on the Home Stone as it blurred the mountainous skyline with an infinitely possible palette of colors. Those first colors were important, they...

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