Updated January, 15th, 2000: New Domain
name: www.torment.mimir.net
New information in the Chant.
Greetings
my tasties! Welcome to the Water of the Styx, where sorry
sods go to forget their troubles and curious bashers get the
chant on the Torment of others.
The
name's Grizzella the Night Hag, and this is Rimant
Vide, the rhyming, amnesiac mimir. Don't fret my tasty,
I'm not trafficing in souls today (at least not yours...yet)
My mimir and I have a more precious commodity to share: Memories.
Yes, those
ephemeral daydreams, those pesky reminders of a body's past,
and the stuff of a body's identity. Those we have to share,
don't we Rimant? By hook or by crook, many pay a good bit of
jink to be lanned the memories the river Styx has swallowed...
Take for instance that scar-skinned
basher the Nameless One. He's become a bit of a regular around here. The funny
thing is he's looking for his past, not trying to forget it. Makes this ol' Hag cackle, it
does!
A single drop
of the river Styx will steal a body's memories and identity
- the exact same problem the Nameless One has. So it's not surprising
he's been by to see me and ol' Rimant here. See the dark of
it is that not only does the Styx hold all the memories it has
swallowed, it IS those dark and brooding memories! - and I know
how to find them and make them spill their chant to good paying
customers, like you.
So pull up
a skull, and have a seat (mind the ravorvine!) while I pour
a bit of this Styx water into Rimant and listen to what he has
to say...
"The
Styx has stolen many a memory, secret and pain.
With the aid of Grizzella you can have them back again.
The Nameless One couldn't cure his Torment here,
So he hipped to the Mortuary Bar for a beer."
If you're peery enough you might
tumble to some great darks, and forget the torments that brought you here, or more likely,
discover new ones. All is possible at the Water of the Styx. |