Continued from... In Poztar, the wood-built capital of Urd, King Hormerath, friend of Blue Wizards, is dying. Thingolodh of the Falas waits beside him, cheering his last hour with tales of the Great Sea in the West. Or so he told us later. Knowing Thingolodh, I'm not sure exactly how cheering that would be, but no doubt Hormerath was excited
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Long ages hence in Tamar's vale
Not far from Gyula's Lake*,
They'll toast his name with wine and ale
And eat a lot of cake,
And arm themselves with forks so sharp
And quantities absurd
Or cheese - but all will be in vain
Unless they heed these words.
Don't forget the meths!
Make sure a bottle's nigh!
In Gyula's name, and for his death,
The fondue must not die!* The mention of this place name, in conjunction with the river Tamar, ( ... )
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I had already forgotten it. Am off to Tavi today, will see if I can track some down.
Have just realised I had endowed Hormerath with a Funeral Pier, which is a pretty epic notion, much more impressive than a mere pyre. :-D
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I'd have thought the body would have started to whiff a bit by the time a pier had been constructed. Unless it's a very small pier - on at which you dock a coracle, perhaps. Probably best to dispense with the end-of-pier ballrooms and tacky amusement arcades, too.
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According to the shop we found them in 'old people buy it a lot, I don't know what they do with it'.
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