The Soma Posts

'Her home was all that remained here, these many generations since the cataclysm. It had been natural, though those that suffered as the world cracked and buckled beneath them cursed the gods, or cursed her and her magic. Her magics had saved her, and now, she lived here alone.' https://t.co/YWYMdFikdO

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020

'"Do you see lights rising up from the ridge-line?"
They looked at him in shock, backing away in horror. "Oh no… Your time has come! Only the damned see the lights! They'll be here soon!"
He stammered in fright, but they were already chanting. Then he saw the white horses…' https://t.co/puTIJ0arWa

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 1, 2020

'No one knew why it was there. No one knew what it was for. There was no city here, not even settlements. The tower stood alone. Many came to see it, to study it, to dream of it, and when they went away, their dreams remained. Little did they know, their dreams were the tower.' https://t.co/l3usRDvY4L

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020

'There is trade between gods and men. Men would pray and gods would bless. It had always been that way. It is why their city thrived, or so the lords of the city always told their subjects. Yet the subjects prayed as well, seeking something far different in trade from the gods.' https://t.co/4SOLXltkul

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020

"The silence shattered with a million gasps! The clouds were parting, the darkness receding, the sun they thought they'd never see again but as a dim haze above, emerged from beyond the gloom! The pharos was alive once more! Hope and light had returned to the world at last!" https://t.co/WPv2Klqmpq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 30, 2020

'Few walk the land of the dragons. There is no need. Few creatures can live and nothing grows in this remote region. Some brave souls come every so often to challenge themselves and learn their worth. Few walk the land of the dragons, but many that should be feared fly.' https://t.co/pIGfFHs3V0

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 25, 2020

'The rider did not, could not, look up for fear they would notice. The guardians of old were jealous of the path to the temple of truth. None had dared venture there since they took up watch. But the terrified rider kept toward the temple. Someone had to try to learn the truth.' https://t.co/YpeCCJyUa6

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 25, 2020

"They had been an empire once. The relics of a glorious past served as a reminder of their lost power. Grand structures, crumbling away with the ages, the memories of their reign fading away with the features on every edifice. Their life was simple now, simple, small, serene…." https://t.co/xdELtLK9VR

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 23, 2020

"Far from the gleaming cities with their teaming crowds, far from the grand cathedrals and grander monuments to the glories and triumphs of civilization, the isle of the wilds sits in solitude. Few frequent its shores or worship at its sacred shrine. Far too few feel so free." https://t.co/sahksADrbw

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 23, 2020

'The Temple of the Missing Gods existed before the faiths of today. When it was built, there were many more gods than now, each with their own temples and followers. But gods rise and fall and every generation there are less than before. The Temple was ancient, and full of gods.' https://t.co/57Q3XCtBt4

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 19, 2020

The house loomed on the hill above, casting pools of eerie green light and darker shadows in the gloom about her. Turning to her companion, she asked, "Is that it? Is that the house you warned me about? The house of evil?"
"No, that is the home of the one who holds it at bay." https://t.co/d8M3sdWq96

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 11, 2020

"They all looked up, toward the horizon, following the movement of the birds above. They all looked, silent, reverent. Today was a rare day, one of the few days they ever caught sight of the old tower. An age ago, it was their strength. Now, it was a memory, seldom seen." https://t.co/ymYU2lKBLq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) May 25, 2020

"No matter how dark the night got, no matter what the blight blotted all about, the tower stood alone, aloft, aloof. It was never stained in the sins of the simple, it was never tainted by the corrupting touch of life, but only because the tower never deigned to become involved."

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) June 5, 2020

'The kingdom was a quiet realm. They had little their neighbors envied and far off lands knew them not. Nestled among high mountains, their land was untroubled by the ills of the world, serene in its solitude. It had lasted for ages, stable, staid, and supremely insignificant.' https://t.co/5eO3XKrlgo

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 31, 2020

'All knew nature reclaims what mankind forgets. The trees return and the waters run clean once more. The bricks and stones that once were so carefully crafted and assembled to the will of man, crumble to dust over time. True, man might return, but for now, nature reigns supreme.' https://t.co/5cEjdyXxm9

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 30, 2020

'Few knew about the source of life and where it could be found. So very few had ever seen the spring from which all life arose, the stream that still fed the spirit of the world, the river of all hopes and dreams, so very few knew and they were determined to keep it that way.' https://t.co/W6DP53tk9A

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 29, 2020

'They were calling down the wrath of the gods, so it was said in muttered curses when they erected the spire. They were shunned, feared, hated for their work, but they were never trying to taunt the gods. When the spire worked and free energy flowed, they became gods among men.' https://t.co/KfJYWxd1jd

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 29, 2020

'The monks of the mistborn temple were skilled at many things, this was born from the many times they were separated by snows and slides that choked the passes for decades at a time. They were revered as masters of many crafts, but the one prized above all was how they brewed.' https://t.co/UheHVR7sT0

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 28, 2020

'There was no question who was king in this land, no question and no quarrel. The lord was terrifying and solitary, the subjects timid yet thriving. Though they duly feared their sovereign, they lived in peace. The dragon hunted elsewhere, and no threat intruded upon their home.' https://t.co/l0Wbz1wRKo

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 27, 2020

'When they emerged from the places yet untouched by man, they seemed like a dream, the sort you never awake from. The fighting was desperate and unmerciful on both sides. This was a war of survival and all knew it. The last battle between nature and man would be waged with fire.' https://t.co/YhONmuEpZd

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 26, 2020

'The people of the village always celebrated when the ships departed. Their children were on those ships, their cousins worked in the grand world-port, the one that had transformed their world into a nexus of civilization. Their village was a small, but vital part of the galaxy.' https://t.co/tKHQeEw80K

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 22, 2020

'The tower was not made by man nor beast. Some said the gods shaped it, some said the waves. Others believed that only demons of the depths could have erected such a sinister structure to dominate the coast. No one really knew, but all swore the light it gave was not natural.' https://t.co/V4Df1G0Rs6

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 20, 2020

'Within the shell of a dead mountain, within the walls of the earth itself, they built a house, safe and sound. No matter the raging storms of the world without, the rocks and bricks would protect those inside, sheltered and secure in their own little world within the world.' https://t.co/gJk1hw0DbO

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 15, 2020

'The trees and grasses came back after the deluge. There was so much more fertile soil to take hold upon. The old land had been swept away, but the plants adapted and seized upon new deposits and new opportunities, forging a fresh new land, bringing life back after the flood.' https://t.co/lc4yabgNhi

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 14, 2020

"There wasn't always two moons."
"You're nuts."
"No! I swear! The truly ancient texts speak of only one moon!"
"Then when did the second appear?"
"No one knows, but there's a gap in the texts of thousands of years, of no writings at all. What I fear, is the arrival of a third…" https://t.co/wZCwHopcdQ

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 14, 2020

'Over hundreds of years the path was worn into the ancient stone. Not by purpose, but by a million weary travelers walking up and over the shortest path, by a million tired souls, resting upon the rock as they paused to catch their breath at the top. Now, no one remembered how.' https://t.co/th6Us2Xb30

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 13, 2020

'Not long ago, one could ford the river, not long ago, this was an undivided land where the river flowed freely below the ancient mountains. Not long ago, there was no gorge, not long ago by the reckoning of the stars. Yet that was a time before the first man, not so long ago…' https://t.co/mPnIY3Wwnq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 13, 2020

'The old god was at rest. Many thought him dead. Then, many thought him a legend. Then, many thought of him no more. The old god sat, still and silent through the ages, pondering the passage of time in the movement of the waves. Asag would watch the tides and storms forevermore.' https://t.co/7mG0A3nrao

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 13, 2020

'The world was new, volatile, fractured and unsettled. Nothing stayed the same for long. Colossal plumes of gas erupted upon the shattered plains, thrusting jagged shards of crumbling rock up from below. No life could survive this hellscape. But, life had never known this world.' https://t.co/d0dOfuYCTU

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 13, 2020

'Lush was the valley below the great peak, filled with all manner of creature and plant thriving among the cold waters. The summer melt brought the waters and the bloom of trees and grass fostered life in the valley for another year. The mountain was dead, but gave forth life.' https://t.co/vKOmPnZ88n

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 11, 2020

'The storm was coming. They all knew it. The birds and the lords of the sky sought refuge at the heart of the gathering tempest, circling, on guard, ready to flee the moment the winds shifted. They all knew the storm was coming, but none knew what would be left once it was gone.' https://t.co/p7B0w5Fziy

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 10, 2020

'It took ages, but the portal was built. It took another age for the people of the doomed world to filter through to the other side, a refuge from their dying lands. The portal stood alone and silent on the dead world. One day it lit up and refugees started to return…' https://t.co/lCMwxHz7zH

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 10, 2020

'It was a long and difficult climb to make an offering to the god of the summit, but every week he would make the journey with thanks in his heart.. Little by little, his fortunes fell and his people died away, but still he sacrificed. Surely, persistence would pay off some day.' https://t.co/0Q44Yl6FkK

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 7, 2020

'Gods, giants, wizards, wyrms, dragons, and demons, all had created the hidden rift valley in the old stories. None knew how it came to be. In truth, it did not matter. Those that settled in the concealed chasm led peaceful, prosperous lives, hidden away from the wider world.' https://t.co/S76xHNh8WB

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 7, 2020

'In the chapel of the vale, there are but few parishioners. The path to the place of worship is treacherous for those who know where it lies. Yet, no matter how few come to pray in the lonely sanctuary, none are turned away for want of wealth. The chapel is a refuge for all…' https://t.co/g5CHsMmR4y

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 6, 2020

'The songs started at dawn. The haunting wails of the creature wafted across the land as it slid through the air, but none paid it anymore mind than they did the birds or bees. No one knew what they were, but no harm had come in the millennia since they arrived, so none cared…' https://t.co/1Xbhvbz091

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 6, 2020

"T'was late in the season, the roads were slick with ice. T'was late in the season, the streams had ceased their flow. It was late in the season, his cart was full of spice. T'was late in the season, he made to race the snow. T'was late in the season, the risk worth the price…" https://t.co/zaYcUFZxa7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) July 6, 2020

'There was a window in the canopy. It was not much, but it was large enough to let the light in. The surrounding trees were too distant to spread into the gap and the ground below would not bear any more than grasses and brush. In this gap the small bushes grew their flowers.' https://t.co/p54UaYuDuj

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 7, 2020

'The storm was gathering. Everyone could see it, everyone could smell it, everyone could feel the changing of the wind and the growing chill of the tempest soon to erupt upon their land. Some prayed, some fled, some hid as best they could. There was no escaping what was to come.' https://t.co/ejFnBHD8RT

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 6, 2020

'The dominions of man are vast and magnificent, at least to the minds of men. But the beasts of the field and air care little for the mighty walls of the cities nor the spires reaching for the sky. Let man have his kingdoms, the wilds will always belong to untamed creatures.' https://t.co/kzUwHPIbAL

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 4, 2020

'The behemoth was walking slowly now, its steps sluggish, its mind seeking naught but sleep. It was almost there now, it was almost done treading the tundra. It only had a few steps farther to lie down with the bones of its father and its father's father, and then it could rest.' https://t.co/07tavSmFit

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 4, 2020

'The hulks had been there forever, longer than his species, longer than any life on his world. Some had feared the relics of another world, some had worshiped them. He was here to strip pieces away, to demolish the past to build the future. They would not be there forever.' https://t.co/kqPaQn4bdg

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 2, 2020

''This… was not a safe place. No idle wanderer should dare venture unprepared into these wilds, these unexplored realms of times long forgotten and creatures long feared. No, this was no place for any but the best and the bravest to venture. Such as her. She was in no danger.' https://t.co/VO5uA9BNSt

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 15, 2020

'She was not their mother, she was not their maiden, but the drakes would not harm her. She came among them not as protector nor as prey, but the fierce hunters of the sky posed her no danger. She was their friend from childhood, and they considered her one of them, a sister.' https://t.co/NI9S6XLbNl

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 15, 2020

'It seemed too good to be true, this hiding place in the middle of the metropolis. It seemed far too special and secret amidst the tussle and toil of the sprawl of city soaring overhead. Yet, here beneath the bridges stood a nest for nature and the small of body and big of mind.' https://t.co/QFhSKb3P8A

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 13, 2020

'The mighty mountains of mist were famous. All knew and stood in awe of the soaring white pillars, piercing the cloudy sky and shifting the storms themselves. Yet, what men had always known as majestic peaks were but the worn skeletons of grander, taller ranges from long ago.' https://t.co/6vpgzCfsoF

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 13, 2020

'The world at his fingertips. With the merest of whispers the mightiest might cease to be, with the faintest of flickering fingertips he could unmake the whole of existence or summon forth another in its place. Yet even as mighty as he was he could not conjure himself a purpose.' https://t.co/vM87gvzwD2

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 11, 2020

'The small trees and shrubs had fallen into darkness, as is natural. Their taller neighbors soon eclipsed them and grew out of sight, leaving them to languish and die out, as is natural. But even giants die eventually, and new light meant new life for those in the right place.' https://t.co/EPFA6Rcc0E

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 10, 2020

'This was but one of the conduits of power in the world, one of thousands spread amid the ceaseless snows that had taken hold so long ago. It burned brightly, but had begun to flicker and fade with age. Soon, the flame within would flutter and die out, and the snows would grow.' https://t.co/9pLCnT5sb5

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 9, 2020

'Their neighbors never understood them, but then their neighbors never came to their happy valley. From terror and ignorance, all left the small community alone, cut off from the outside world, content to live in tranquility and peace with their fearsome dragons in isolation.' https://t.co/9S8mq9hAu0

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 8, 2020

'It was a wizard's grave, the grave of the last wizard to ever live. They had forged a world of wonder and of terrifying magnificence, but they had forgotten their own limitations in the forming and the magic of the world had strained and cracked, and the world crumbled with it.' https://t.co/SmHhm97Hfb

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 21, 2020

'Storms often broke upon the spire, built for far fiercer forces than mere turbulent weather. Or so they thought. Never had this land seen such a storm as was unfolding, and they were soon to learn that siege engines and grand dragons are not the worst the world could summon.' https://t.co/7nMvOlVT0j

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 21, 2020

'The nightbeast would not give ground until the sun's rays first struck. Until then all held their ground and braced for each attack, each attempt to drive them from its lands. They had come to give battle to the brute and they would sustain what losses they must to see it dead.' https://t.co/cX61bwjm2n

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 20, 2020

'Always in awe, always his breath taken away whenever he reached the valley of the rivers of mist. The birds knew no master in this domain, and only goats ever dared descend, but still men came to the valley, some from wonder, some from boredom. He came to worship nature.' https://t.co/slUJgd0NxY

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 19, 2020

'Dragons, why was it always dragons? Why couldn't his kingdom be plagued upon occasion by something simpler, like dire-wolves or wights? He would kill to have to kill a lich lord or a zombie horde. But no, it had to be dragons, day in, day out. He was weary of slaying dragons…' https://t.co/JzPMs21IfB

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 19, 2020

'Like so many over the ages, they knew not how to survive their own folly. Indeed, they would very likely perish this day at the hand of their own hubris. Yet, like so many over the ages, they had felt the risk justified for the chance of great glory, at a chance at greatness.' https://t.co/ngRbZIVr9K

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 19, 2020

'They would wander the skies for hours, swooping in and out of clouds, playing with the winds and hiding from the sunlight as a game. 'They were not hunting, they were not traveling, they were not seeking. They were simply flying to fly, and they could wander the skies forever.' https://t.co/xgD1Rcd3EV

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 27, 2020

'"How does the moon stay in the sky? Why does it not fall and crush us all?"
Such were the questions of the young and the foolish. Such were the questions of men of old, in the times before science and the study of the heavens. For, you see, that was no moon. They were the moon.' https://t.co/jt7iJv49I1

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 26, 2020

'Once, long ago, they had been a threat, a fierce and fearsome foe that threatened to hunt and kill until none were left. But at the height of their power, the balance shifted, and now they posed no danger at all. Now, the towers in the sky stood monument to the last of mankind.' https://t.co/c3mmXM1sfy

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 25, 2020

'They lived in he legacy of a once great empire. Their little community had never been a major power in the realm, never more than a remote outpost in a distant corner, but they had inherited the knowledge and expertise of their once glorious overlords, which kept them secure.' https://t.co/VauC72TxHs

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) August 24, 2020

'The winds of winter, the white wights of the callous cold, whipping down from frozen mountains and glaciers, whirling through gouge and vale driving both heat and hope from the land, denying the life and light from all who do not flee, to all who would cower! The storm is here!' https://t.co/rGPPL1og54

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 6, 2020

'Oh the languid haze of the days, when the ease and laze of the misty greys kept the sky in a glaze of smoke and haze, when all live in a daze. Alas but a furtive phase, before the sun's rays would raze and raise the haze to reveal the herds that graze along the ways.' https://t.co/V4BqzEjs3A

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 2, 2020

'Oh how the mortals trembled, oh how the craven cowered beneath the specter in the sky! Haunting and hateful and horrid to behold, the spectral omen loomed ominously over their lives, and all mortals obeyed. Odd that it never struck, but there was no need. Fear alone ruled them.' https://t.co/8lSW5ciJHq

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 1, 2020

'The first ten thousand had been the true test of his rise to power, the true trial of strength and discipline. The first ten thousand petty kingdoms to fall to his blade and the furious fire of his steed had been the hardest. The next ten thousand would fall far faster.' https://t.co/9rU5GV9N6g

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020

'Three towers, three lords, three laws. For ages the three ruled all, and for aeons all bowed head and bent knee in service to the three. But three is an unnatural number of masters, and the world could not serve such forever. Now, the natural order and freedom were returning…' https://t.co/rYSKlGncli

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 14, 2020

'Winters wax and winters wane, every year, again and again, but every fresh frost and freeze, ever sooner did winter seize, ice and snow assailing fields, every year grew smaller yields. Someday soon, this land will wither, and winter will come and stay forever.' https://t.co/x9T4I7EJPE

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 10, 2020

'Picturesque, pastoral, peaceful… The land of the three had known little but prosperity these past centuries, an abundance of art and an acculturation of all who called these lands home. There was a price for this peace, oh yes, but it was paid far away in other lands…' https://t.co/UUbZ3mKSK7

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 8, 2020

'The beacon of the hidden valley was the last, the final remnant of the greatest dominion ever to hold sway over land or sea. The tower still stood where all others had fallen over ages of war and neglect. It would stand forever so long as man remained outside the hidden valley.' https://t.co/P5RWFl4Q7B

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 15, 2020

'Solemn, serene, surrounded by soft clouds and sylvan valleys, the solitary peak with its snow covered slopes is the silent soul of the land. Storms break on its sides, streaming water to the world below. Once terrible to behold, never to rumble again, the dead stone gives life.' https://t.co/TYa5EBbdbM

— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 20, 2020