Dragon Compass ~ Tales from Regwen

On a night much like this one
on the ascending road to Al’Vec
somewhere between the Pass of T’alsen
and the Crags of Zafete’
I chanced upon the roadside camp
of a wizard with no name

On a misty rainy night in Octovus
when my bone had frozen within my flesh
when the will-o-wisps of dead weariness
dance though the forests beside me
like phosphor faeries
I asked to share the warmth of the fire
of a wizard with no name

And when we had shared
a meal of hard-tac and green wine
he told me wondrous stories beyond number
told me tales that could not have been his alone
for no man, wizard or angel
could have endured such trails

But when at last he seemed quite sure
that the wine and the night had muddled my mind
then did he reach within a royal blue bag
covered with silver stars
then did he draw out a strange device
a thing deep in the myths of Regwen . . .

He held forth the Dragon Compass
and the light of the fire danced its designs

The Eye of Jeresic held the center together
And four major points did the device divine
Four minor points split the boundaries between
Iscic the Fire Beast twined about the up-vertical pang
Livthan the Earth Monster held the down vertical
Easlan the Water Weird undulated around the right pang
Shusha the Unseen Zephyr curled about the left

I had learned the Four as a child
but the other four had never been mentioned
Vorthu born of both Fire in Water
not unlike the light of the sun in the heart of a wave
Jayae the child of Water and Earth
who is the meander of the river cutting through the desert
Tugh-schee the blending of Earth in Air
the twisting Jinn that dances across the barren places
Mutarrah daughter of Air and Fire

Eight dragons in all
held in the Eye of Jeresic
and around the Eye a circle of bronze
incremented with tiny angels and demons
heroes and villains

A Dragon and a Fire Angel Turn up in a Bar ~ D’l Kyrug

The Silver dragon says
“And so fair fire-angel
what has happened to your wings?”

“They got stuck in the gates
whilst I was trying to escape the forbidden gardens of desire”

“Hon, that has got to hurt
Not unlike the time I got my tail caught
in the tilt-o-whirl of love”

Nodding agreement the fire angel remains silent
swimming deep currents of memory in her thoughts

The Silver Dragon stamps his foot
shouts, “The Service in this place leaves a lot to be desired
Can”t a dragon get a drink in this dump?”

The fire angel turns towards him, eyes lowered
and hands him a silver mug with potent red wine
He looks confused but takes the proffered cup with appropriate reverence
and mumbles something in dragon
“You are One So Rare
most hallowed and revered. . .
When did you start tending bar?”

But out loud he says
“Thank you m”Lady
and may the day of your healing be hastened”
then he breaths fire across the beverage
The vapors spill over
Cause a fog to rise around all the patrons of the place
Most don’t seem to care
and the rest are smart enough to know better

He drinks deep
as only dragons are prone drink

T’alcydon – Teacher of Metamorphs

T’alcydon is a very clever . . .
Well he’s a dragon at the moment
In this particular pocket ‘verse called Easalin
T’alcydon can be a very clever teacher
a very clever Rukesayer

of the young Metamorphs
the young Tyros
He has walked the Seven pathways
Has Spoken the one True Tongue
Has known the whip of Light
and the Ice of Darkness

T’alcydon knows
That not all actors are metamorphs
But all metamorphs are actors
Knows that the problem of the metamorph
Is that you never really know
your own True nature
Never really know
if you’re faking
He Knows
That young metamorphs
are the most dangerous

He knows this
And loves them . . .
every one