Bard’s Log - The Podcast A Serial Science-Fantasy Podcast

September 9, 2021  

Sir Balan returned home, hot and sweaty from the journey back.

“Mother,” he called out as he entered. “I’ve returned.”

Catalina was sitting at a window by a tall stack of clean dishes.

“Welcome home, son,” she replied. “Look, how you’ve dirtied yourself.”

September 2, 2021  

A thin and pale Damsel had come ashore off a tiny boat. She walked hurriedly eastward upon the highway through the forest like a crimson blur...

August 31, 2021  

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August 25, 2021  

“Where are you going?” Sir Balan said to his brother, who was found walking in the opposite direction of their home. “Mother is insane,” Balin huffed as he kept right on walking. “She can be from time to time,” Sir Balan admitted. “Are you alright? You left real suddenly just now.” Balin stopped in his tracks. “You just don’t get it,” Balin said. “Life treats you fairly, brother..."

August 18, 2021  

“Where’s Balan?” Balin’s mother, Catalina, asked her son as he entered the simple, unornamented house. She was scrubbing away at some dishes with a rag. “He’s with Lady Viviane,” Balin responded as he kissed her on the cheek. His mother did not reply. She seethed as she continued scrubbing. “They’re playing with her dirty pets again,” Catalina muttered to herself with a scowl.

August 18, 2021  

Lady Viviane was still leaning upon the hilt of the Excalibur. Balin reached out a hand to the Lady, presumably as an offer to help her down. “I’ll need some room to try,” he said pleasantly. “Okay,” she replied. She stepped aside, hopped down from the boulder and rolled a short distance upon the soft grass to soften the impact of her landing. Sir Balan applauded.

August 18, 2021  

This is not going to do,” Balin said to himself as he stared at the pipe in his hand. He replaced it in his pocket, and slammed the panel door shut. “What am I to do?” he murmured to himself with folded arms. He pondered on the spot. ‘Maybe they’re still back there where I left them,’ he thought to himself and departed from the still machine.

August 18, 2021  

A young man walked north from Camelot towards the lands which held Merlin’s machines. His name was Balin, and he carried with him a fine set of magical tools—loaned out to the young man from Camelot’s workshop—hanging from his belt, as well as several parts of different sizes and shapes in his many pockets.


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