Thoughts and Theories by Lance Wright

In a recent talk with one of my kin, we touched upon the subject as to why humanity unlike the races that are harbored under the Mysts have in their earlier history, lost the ability to connect with nature. We know that this ability has not been lost in the Mystfolk, but the general consensus is that humanity in its nature shunned itself away from caring for flowers and living a natural wild life, and contented itself with eking out a living by using nature as a resource, rather than a companion.

A Brief History of Ered Eithel

I am no longer young, even judged by fellow Eldalie. I am near the zenith of my powers. And yet, each day, it seems, brings me new enemies. I fear that soon, by sheer luck, one of them will strike me down despite my caution and abilities.

Haikus of Mystara

It is a matter of survival; to grapple with the strangeness of Mystara, or descend into madness. In an attempt to ward off insanity, this transplanted and hoardless dragon sought to obtain a book of ancient wisdom from the Bound to Please Book Shoppe. The price was not, to the relief of this penniless sojourner, in coin. The price was to inquire of Mystarans their own advice, but in the stylized form of the haiku, the rhymeless poem of three lines of set numbers of syllables.

Poetry: Widow Effigy

The following is a poem anonymously submitted for print by a writer identifying herself only as “Widow Effigy.”

Prose: The Shadows of Love

I have thought about you often, since first we met. Upon the rocks, near the water’s edge. Could there ever be a place for you and I, I wonder, for the timing never seemed any right. I was always to far, when you were too present. And when I was too present, were you too far than?

In Honour of a Daring Crew-Mate (the Little Devil!)

Never have words of such tragedy and care crossed this journalist’s desk as the words of a stranded member of crew to his “alluring admiral.” What begins as a tale of adventure and gain quickly turns to financial woe and struggle. So touching is his story of struggle and loss, his rise only to fall. It is all too clear to see why the absence of such a daring and loyal tiefling is adoringly noted and responded to. He is so dearly missed and is desired back soon.

Sugar and spice….Oh this one is nice!

Introducing Kurisuti!

Through the Devil’s Eye: The Devil’s Princes

This issue is certainly full of lots of literary excellence. One of our wonderful writers, “The Gentle Devil” has written a piece entitled The Devil’s Princess. One that he hopes will make the readers of the Tribune stop and think about current state of things.

Bound to Please… The Winner!

Previously, we saw a battle of the pen as minds of Mystara gathered to the Bound to Please bookshop to sumbit their works of literary art. However, there can only be one winner and the winner has be named!

Bianca Lashawl!

A Bard’s Tale : Of Fae and Tre

In a land so far away.. Lays the beauty of the Fae.. For their kindness is so true.. their kindness, a bit new..

For most that do not know.. They do nothing but show.. How beautiful the world can be.. Oh yes, their beauty, is so naturally..

In a land so far away.. Lays the beauty of the fae.. For their kindness is so true.. their kindness, a bit new..

Now hear me now, and hear me well.. for you, I have a story to tell.. And yes her name is Tre.. And so does it rhyme with Fae..

One would assume her name would bring beauty too.. But sadly, I have news for you.. For that she knows not what to do.. but hit poor baby Enkidu..

Oh people can you see..? Tre wants nothing more than to be.. The one who ruins the kind and true.. So listen to me, I’m warning you..!

Be mindful of poor old Tre.. For her name does not bring beauty of Fae.. If you wish to witness actual kindness.. For the city shields and causes blindness..

Venture to the lands so far away.. Where their beauty lays.. For their kindess is so true.. Their kindess, a bit new..

This was the song last sung by the bard that was attacked, merely for singing the truth! The mystfolk are nothing but kind, and those bound to the walls of the city really need to escape, and enjoy the beauty of the outside world. Not to mention all the wonders of the forest! And lets not forget that the lady did indeed attack the mystfolk. Primarily, the poor baby owl that rested upon Joshua’s shoulder. How cruel!

Why the sudden outburst of violence? Is there something wrong with their beauty? Jealousy, maybe? who knows, but whatever the case may be; The mistress definantly has it out against the world. Be you Fae, or human. Warrior, or bard.. Beware of her skillet and the temper to boot! She’ll silence you if you try to tell her the truth. Innocent Barkeeper? Or hot tempered controlling mistress? I suppose the latter isn’t bad if thats you’re sort of thing.