As with last year, I will be posting a piece of short fiction and an unreleased page image in time for the holidays.
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changedAs with last year, I will be posting a piece of short fiction and an unreleased page image in time for the holidays. From now on, however, this will happen with the Winter Sale, when all Grindwheel Game products can participate in the promotion. Please enjoy the story, and have a great holiday season!
changedBrother Belger's Reward Brother Belger loved to talk. He would softly mutter to himself as he laboured in the scriptorium. He would engage in idle chatter while preparing inks in the workshops. He would even try and talk during mealtimes, a terrible breach of etiquette. No matter how often he was punished for this behaviour, he would not stop.
changedWhen order broke down, some of the monks noticed he seemed to be chattering on with little to no pause. His mouth ran at full tilt with nary a breath taken between words. As they barricaded themselves away in a futile attempt to hide from the disaster, they begged him to be silent so they could remain hidden.
changedBut Belger prattled on and on without cease. Even when they beat him. Even when they stuffed a rag into his mouth. Not even kneeling on his chest stopped his monotonous monologue. As the doors were torn down, and the curse fell upon the screaming monks, Belger's chest began to fill with so much breath that he would never, ever run out.
removedIt is a pity that he no longer has the wit to say anything of worth any more.
The Hunter's Journals - Blissful Ignorance changes
changedAs with last year, I will be posting a piece of short fiction and an unreleased page image in time for the holidays. From now on, however, this will happen with the Winter Sale, when all Grindwheel Game products can participate in the promotion. Please enjoy the story, and have a great holiday season!
changedBrother Belger's Reward Brother Belger loved to talk. He would softly mutter to himself as he laboured in the scriptorium. He would engage in idle chatter while preparing inks in the workshops. He would even try and talk during mealtimes, a terrible breach of etiquette. No matter how often he was punished for this behaviour, he would not stop.
changedWhen order broke down, some of the monks noticed he seemed to be chattering on with little to no pause. His mouth ran at full tilt with nary a breath taken between words. As they barricaded themselves away in a futile attempt to hide from the disaster, they begged him to be silent so they could remain hidden.
changedBut Belger prattled on and on without cease. Even when they beat him. Even when they stuffed a rag into his mouth. Not even kneeling on his chest stopped his monotonous monologue. As the doors were torn down, and the curse fell upon the screaming monks, Belger's chest began to fill with so much breath that he would never, ever run out.
removedIt is a pity that he no longer has the wit to say anything of worth any more.
As with last year, I will be posting a piece of short fiction and an unreleased page image in time for the holidays. From now on, however, this will happen with the Winter Sale, when all Grindwheel Game products can participate in the promotion. Please enjoy the story, and have a great holiday season!
Brother Belger's Reward Brother Belger loved to talk. He would softly mutter to himself as he laboured in the scriptorium. He would engage in idle chatter while preparing inks in the workshops. He would even try and talk during mealtimes, a terrible breach of etiquette. No matter how often he was punished for this behaviour, he would not stop.
As the High Reader's plans gathered pace, his habit only escalated. He would abandon his duties to wander the monastery aimlessly, engaging any pilgrim or priest he came across in inane conversation. No topic was ever too small for him, and no situation too sacred to prevent him from opening his mouth to let loose another torrent of verbal garbage.
When order broke down, some of the monks noticed he seemed to be chattering on with little to no pause. His mouth ran at full tilt with nary a breath taken between words. As they barricaded themselves away in a futile attempt to hide from the disaster, they begged him to be silent so they could remain hidden.
But Belger prattled on and on without cease. Even when they beat him. Even when they stuffed a rag into his mouth. Not even kneeling on his chest stopped his monotonous monologue. As the doors were torn down, and the curse fell upon the screaming monks, Belger's chest began to fill with so much breath that he would never, ever run out.
It is a pity that he no longer has the wit to say anything of worth any more.
