Doesn’t look good.
ToadScholars are the most learned men of this world. They alone pursue truth free from the intellectual limitations of other men.
Only the most gifted, dsiciplined, and rigorous neophytes from within the ranks of the ToadScribes dream of ToadScholarship with any hope of realizing those ambitions.
The Order of Toadscribes observes, records, but does not pull upon the secret levers of History.
Verba audita constitute the undistilled record of conversations, whispers, prayers, et cetera as captured by the ToadScribes.
The ancient Order of ToadScribes is devoted to the capture, preservation, and reproduction of the culture of this world. The Order remains neutral in the affairs of men, though they have often played an important role in events.
Many small gods are worshiped in this place. One neglects them at her peril.
At all hours, when the toadscribes are not around, they accomplish many things great and small.
So what do the small gods make? Good question.
This was on the forge today. Some of it is nearly done. Some is merely growing into something in the village – if you can even call it that – of ToadChapel.
The ToadForge houses the very Anvil of the Toad, where she who is Toad and he who is mouse create the order of the world.
You can always see what the small gods have wrought, but rarely will you catch them in action. When they seize upon a fragment of our world, the fickle but powerful small gods tumble themselves into it violently, tearing at the fundamental structure of reality, undermining the laws we know in small ways.
But the small gods do not only make things.
They unmake things as well.
They love surprises.
The small gods are the spirits of my imagination.
The small gods set things in motion, change them, distort them. From many sources unreality expands, shards of a story that sometimes seems to surge in the fires of the Forge.
I am not an expert. The purpose of ToadChapel is about discovery. Here you may listen and look for the signs of the small gods at work.