Principia Infecta

The mongrel peoples who build cities of cruelty and filth about the summer-warm Meddin Sea believe that all men and women tell of ancient Yorm. Their sight is bound and blinded by their ignorance. I have crossed the great ocean of savage jungle isles to Aulstra, once by great vessel and once with serpent-riders terrified by stolen sorcery. The dark men of Aulstra have no knowledge nor care of Yorm, and butcher one another no less than any other vermin of this world. The sun itself might blink at what men will do for fleeting beauty, or women for fading coins.

Men of the Meddin Sea have buried the rigors of kindness and the laws of great civilization under the sands, alongside the ruined city that Yormites built. Yormite ghosts have become unwilling tomb guardians for virtues unseemly to cruel men, and graces spurned by murderesses. But think you the blood of Yorm any different in past aeons whilst the white pillars and halls still stood freshly raised? You struggling worms have made a sacrifice of the dead, the better to be rogues, catamites, whores and witches.

[ Posted by Reason on October 22, 2006 ]