Girls of Talislanta: Central Regions

Captured by the Ur Clans, our imminent death seemed certain. Was this to be the end of the Feast of Ardan? But the Ur clan lord knew of our work! A dog-eared, early edition of the Feast of Ardan was preserved in his treasure horde. He offered us a deal: Depict Grudi, his favorite Ur-wench, in our own style, and die a quick rather than slow death.

We accepted his offer, for the slow death was to have begun immediately. We were grudgingly granted privacy for the modeling session, and prolonged the process all we could, while conversing with the Ur-wench and her pet Darkling about the nature of the clan stronghold, hoping to find out about possible avenues of escape.

Grudi, considerably more thoughtful and intelligent than her clan-folk, was fascinated by our tales of the civilized world, and of practices unknown in the Ur-lands, such as "baths" and "foreplay." She and Zash, her pet Darkling, helped us effect an escape, and we helped them make a new life in Zandu, where the elegant Grudi has become the very belle of the ball.

ON AN UNRELATED NOTE.

To readers who find the... coherency of this entry uncharacteristic of my writing, I must explain that the degenerative effects, and great expense, of some of my favorite medicaments had become so great as to threaten the future of our enterprise, and Fahfion staged a ceremony which I believe is known as an "intervention" where a number of our models used their accursed charm to induce me to sign a magickckally binding pact which compels me to abstain from certain habits on the future. The world is cruel. Let us take refuge in beauty.

--Eerduz

the ways of the AriAne are inscrUTablE… she Said she woulD be wiLLing to pose for US wiTh her beSt frieND …

we AGREED… knowing not the friend

A SNIPE? . ...Ebon MAID posed to ENTICE

bEasT of thick SLIME and hard SheLL, of greaT WiT aNd WisdOm… transfiXed aT the gLEAming RouND bEAUty beFORE IT

herE TRULY is a sight worthY of CONTEMPLATION