After a small hiatus, I’ve been thinking about the next portion of the cosmology/mythology of Loraedor. I had some of these planned out already,…
The wheel turns all things, standing them end up before righting them again.
What the mallet lacks in creativity, it gains in repetitiveness.
The needle, although useful in stitching, oft brings pain, pricking others as well as the fingers that wield it.
The rat is a cunning thief and spy, sneaking between the spaces others walk.
The current of the river relentlessly brings new life through the rebirth of nature’s seasons.
The rack is pain—slow, enduring, and excruciating.
The prophet steals glimpses of forbidden augury, and his warnings are rarely heeded, often causing more harm than good.
Solitary and defensive, the tower also provides a useful vantage point.
The Ring Giver provides guidance as well as a strong sword arm.
The Buffoon is both he who spills the soup and he upon whom the soup is spilled.
The kiss is treacherous, more oft than not hiding true intent behind sweet lips.
The sage is wise, knowledgeable, and aloof, disdaining society and its foibles.
The Millstone is heavy, unstoppable, and irresistible, grinding on and turning all things into dust.
From the chalice flows healing waters full of life and blessing.