It would appear that my pets now have something called an “internet connection” – a contraption which they were lacking for a while, and the lack of which caused them to moan and complain and gnaw at various cables. Most distressing, really. However, the long months of their isolation are …
Many games are played in the Lands of Dream: some are simple, some complex; some are ancient, some are new; some are played with great reverence for traditions as old as civilization, others casually and without much thought at all. But there is one game that is played above all …
Last month, the Washington Post published an article entitled “Modern Greece’s real problem? Ancient Greece.” by one George Zarkadakis, who unlike most Greeks is rich enough to divide his time between Athens and London. It begins like this: Greece is the cradle of democracy, but, as the world saw this …
In a place unknown to all, where paths vanish under drifting leaves, there stands the Tree of Words. Many have seen it from afar on their travels, and some few from close up, though they never afterwards remember the way. People who have not seen it, or who prefer to …
Once upon a time the Ancient Gods of Outer Darkness came together to look upon the Lands of Dream. Great writhing beasts of chaos they were, monstrous and many-limbed, terrible even to contemplate, and their hearts were filled with loathing. They looked upon the Lands of Dream and hated all …
I was going to put up the new Oneiropolis Compendium entry today, but the bandwidth on our mobile internet stick has run out and it has now switched to slow-as-a-drunk-donkey mode. Very convenient, especially for uploading Traitor. Ah well. Didn’t get much done today anyway, but sometimes you’ve got to …
Many are the world trees that grow in Oneiropolis, rising up into the clouds above and providing nesting-space for the dreams that flutter about the rooftops at night, but only one of them has a library in its roots. They say it is one of the oldest trees in the …
The Erimian Wingflower is one of the rarest and least understood creatures of the Lands of Dream. During the day it sits in bright places, resting and soaking in the rays of the sun; to many it then seems almost a regular flower, simply positioned in an odd place. But …
In times of peace and prosperity, when hunger is a distant memory and the pleasures of life are available even to the lowliest peasant, Herbert is just a silly little goat. He wanders the land, and people pat his head; sometimes he can even be seen in petting zoos, eating …
Whether you’re looking for a glass of fine brivari, a sip of miruvor or a traditional Katsouli milkshake, Dogpuncher’s Milk Bar is the place to go. Situated near the center of Oneiropolis (if Oneiropolis can be said to have a center, which is a matter of some debate), its customers …
