Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

What is the Eye of Bombasharna?

It is a strange thing, but references to the Eye of Bombasharna do not appear in the old books until after the Downfall of Numenor and the War of the Last Alliance; and few (if any) scholars in the North know of it. What little is known of the Eye is recorded in some Gondorian travel accounts from the early Third Age, kept in the great libraries of Osgiliath, Umbar, and to a lesser extent, Minas Ithil. By the middle of the Age, all those works were lost, with the possible exception of the Book of Pellardur in the Tower of the Moon; but that library is beyond the reach of simple scholars, and after T.A. 2002, it is lost to all the Free Folk.

Based off the historical record alone, it would seem the Eye of Bombasharna is not old, as artifacts go in Middle-earth; but this assumption must be quickly abandoned after only a cursory knowledge of its properties. Its form is that of an indestructable crystal sphere, in size similar to the Palantir of Annuminas: quite small, and thus easily transported, unlike the great Stones of Osgiliath and Amon Sul. Unlike the Palantiri, however, the Eye of Bombasharna is not clear, or dark: it resembles more a swirl of grey mist.

Moreover, the Eye does not seem to be an Eye at all, like the Palantiri; at least, not an eye for seeing in the normal sense. By all accounts, one cannot see anything simply by staring into the Eye, no matter for how long, or how strong the user's will may be.

I can only conclude that the Eye of Bombasharna is of similar workmanship to the Palantiri, which would make it an artifact of the First Age, and maybe of Valinor. But the Palantiri appear sparsely throughout the historical record, from Feanorian times in the First Age, to their status as heirlooms of Numenor in the Second Age, to their eventual long homes at various points in the Dunadan Kingdoms in Exile in the Third. The Eye is never in the historical record until the early Third Age, and yet it is surely as old as the Palantiri. What accounts for this?

Part of the reason, perhaps, is that the Eye has always been associated with the Far South, where scholars and scribes are few. But this conflicts somewhat with the scholarly tradition in the Harad, which saw several periods of "flowering" during the Second Age; moreover, the Numenoreans wrote extensively of the peoples and legends of the South during their periods of exploration and colonization during that Age. Furthermore, among many Numenorean scholar-adventurers (and most especially the more sorcerous Black Numenorean lords), the pursuit and discovery of items of Power was paramount.

What, then, accounts for the long absence of the Eye of Bombasharna from the annals of the South? Possibly the very thing that makes the Eye of such interest: its one great property, which sets it somewhat above the "simple" Seeing-stones of the North -- to go beyond mere observation of distant places and times, to actual teleportation, a thing unheard-of elsewhere in the legendarium of Middle-earth.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Beyond the Mirror of Fire

Among my many ideas for adventures in Middle-earth are scenarios set in the far South, in the Harad, which can include the areas of Umbar, Near Harad, Far Harad, Greater Harad, and Dark Harad. Source material for large swathes of this place are sketchy, but among the various MERP modules there is enough to detail the entire area from Bozisha-Dar to the west, to the great port city of Tul Harar to the east; and from the entire length of the northern flanks of the Yellow Mountains, to the border of the so-called Mirror of Fire. It is an arid region of vast plateaus, scattered woodlands, wide rivers, and ancient, worn cities and strongholds. (The ruined city of Charnesra is of particular interest.) I have also read somewhat of the Dwarves of the area, who include among their number not a few of Durin's Folk; of the quest by Bavor's people for the legendary Southern Hammer; and of the riches to be found in the abandoned dwarf-mines of Ghabaras, now of course infested by you-know-what's.

The challenge for me is mainly learning the geography. I pretty much know the area north and west of Mordor like the back of my hand, but the far South is a jungle (pardon the expression) of new names to me. But I think it would be great for low-level adventures for Roon Dorozhand, as well as the knaves Blod Tarkha'an and Reav Bodrahan, if we could ever manage to get together for adventures; even those who prefer characters of a more dwarvish nature could easily take part.

The long-mulled-over "Quest for the Eye of Bombasharna" adventure, which begins in the Harad, is still taking shape in my brain...

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Winter in the Naith


Three weeks into 2009, and the year is looking good.

Obama was inaugurated 44th President yesterday. I worked, and have not bothered to go back and watch video of it. It is enough that the idiot W. is out, and someone of more than average intelligence holds the Oval Office. So long as he does not screw things up, I will be somewhat content.

I have already set out two blackberry bushes (Ouachita variety), and two of the purple-leaved Loropetalum hedge which will finish out the long-neglected (not by me) flower bed on our house's north side. Waiting for me to plant still are three new cypresses and a turkey fig, my first attempt at growing a fig tree. Should be interesting.

Took my second of three Praxis II tests a couple of weeks ago, the Social Studies one, which will add to my successful Biology test of November; I will take the last test, the English one, in March. I am getting together information for what my best friend Richard calls "boot camp," an intenisve three-week teacher education course held in June at Pearl River Community College. How I will work that along with my regular job will be a challenge, but I am rather clever, after all... At any rate, I should be set to begin looking for a job as a high school teacher come July. I am so ready.

Meanwhile, the trees sleep, and I continue to plot and scheme, and gaze from time to time at the Glacier webcams.

One day...


Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Iceman Cometh: 2009

Christmas night... 6 days to go in 2008. I will not post again until January. Much work to be done at the store, and here at home: rolling away the remnants of this Yule, not to be seen again until November 2009 or thereabouts.

I am pissed. I lost pretty much all the writing I got done last week. It was only a few paragraphs and some scattered editing, but it was good work, done in a good spirit. Windows updated and I apparently had not saved my work, only minimized the fucking window. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-frickin'-fuck.
Can't even think about picking up where I left off. Where I left off is now in an alternate reality, some corkscrew dimension where I actually behave like a sentient biomass. What the hell does one do when one's own gross incompetence is the reason for one's artistic malaise???
I mean, fuck.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Song of the Woodland Wolf

No carle the axe whetteth on oak-laden hill;
No shaft the hart letteth to wend at his will;
None heedeth the thunder-clap over the glade,
And the wind-storm thereunder makes no man afraid.
Is it thus then that endeth man's days on Mid-earth,
For no man there wendeth in sorrow or mirth?

Nay, look down on the road

from the ancient abode!

Betwixt acre and field

Shineth helm, shineth shield.

And high over the heath

Fares the bane in his sheath;

For the wise men and bold

Go their ways o'er the wold.

--William Morris, The Roots of the Mountains

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Eyeing the saddle, though not back in it yet




Been writing some this week, fleshing out a chapter in my novel The Woodreeve's Tale. The plot grows more complex, despite my initial wish for a simple, straightforward adventure narrative. The Woodreeve's apprentice, the Witch, the thanes, even the Black Paladin are all beginning to demand a more sensitive approach to their motives.


It is becoming the bane of my writing. I can no longer write simple characters. They clamour for my attention (even the undead ones do). But no matter. I'm enjoying myself, and that -- more than any narcissistic need for validation via publication -- is at the moment what's got me writing again.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

New DVD's reviewed below!

Tropic Thunder, Doctor Who: Season 4, and Mongol are now rated and added to my movie list.
Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"