The Furry Way of Life
admin Come closer, dear travelers, and warm yourselves by the embers. When the mist of the misty forests thickens and the shadows dance among the ancient trees, it feels good to share the light . Often I sit quietly in the dim corners of the Dark Tavern, the old sanctuary of our forest, and listen to … Read more
Ah, the thing with the songs is always a bit of a tricky business… This 20-minute deep dive gives you a clear, straightforward overview of the songs and their secrets: But be careful, traveler: Thy will never hear this song as love song again: If you like, the furry way of folk is available on … Read more
Hey friends, I have something for you: A lute tuner. This small tool is the result of hours frustrating tuning work and finally the absence of any tool that may help with it . 15 Strings and Wooden Pegs – The Never-Ending Tuning Saga Tuning a Baroque lute can be a truly frustrating experience… It … Read more
Greetings, traveler at my fire. When night falls over the Mistwood and the damp, heavy fog rises from the marsh, I often gaze out into the darkness from the tavern threshold. Far out there, where the ground turns treacherous and twilight reigns, silent, mystical will-o’-the-wisps dance in the haze—the so-called Pyren. They are the mark … Read more
Welcome to the mistwood forest and the mistwood lore Traveler, linger a while and listen to the stories from my world.
Welcome back, my friend, I am happy to see you again 🙂 Sometimes Less Is More In previous articles, we saw that the lute is best approached as a partner—one to be engaged with inner calm and the courage to let the music flow—simply because its sound takes longer to build and behaves differently than … Read more
Anyone switching from the guitar will find that their lute somehow buzzes or rattles, or that the strings feel “muddy,” the notes waver or sound unclean upon being struck, or a shrill, discordant jumble of noise builds up. Consequently, one tries to force one’s will upon the instrument; the buzzing and rattling of the … Read more
Hey friends, I am Fian, nice to meet you at my fire. And yes, welcome to my firs post. I am s o happy you found your long way to this small place. … So take a seat at my warm fire, and I hope, you will stay for some time… An Instrument Caught Between … Read more
Well, just assume the circle of fire was real. The embers were red-hot, the stones ancient, and the law of the forest demanded blood. The White Wolf had chosen this young bard as her tribute. Yet, the moment she stepped across the edge of the circle beneath the silver glow of the moon and stars, … Read more
Two bards had shared that campfire, their voices blending with the crackle of burning spruce, until the shadows between the ancient trunks shifted. Fian watched, paralyzed by terror, as the great white wolf descended from the frost. In an eruption of snow, snapping jaws, and rending claws, the White Queen tore the old bard to … Read more