Author Archives: Hrafnfreistuor

About Hrafnfreistuor

I was hanged upon That Tree and I talk to My Ravens, Huginn and Muninn. Isn’t that enough to say about myself?

A Kinrowan Estate story: The Oysterband

The Old Man here — Indeed it’s cold and wet outside, not ‘tall good for a long walk today, so I’m mucking about the database for the Infinite Jukebox here. Now, some might think it is indeed more than a … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Something Awful

There’s a void in the records of this Estate around thirteen hundred. No, not in the made-up history that the Steward in the eighteen hundreds created out of whole cloth, a comforting lie that neatly created a history for us … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: 3 a.m., When The Veils Are Thinnest

Sometimes I believe that the door off the Courtyard into the Pub here is just a little too close to The Border with, oh, let’s just call it somewhere else and possible somewhen else. It would certainly explains some of … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Unreliable Narrators

So if you’ve been with us for any length of time, you no doubt that a lot of us here tell stories about a place in Scotland called the Kinrowan Estate, its inhabitants and what happens there. Some might sound … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Black Death

Ahhh, one moment, jeune fille avec les cheveux rouges, while I get us coffee. Now we must pass through the Pub to my office so be very quiet as we don’t want to wake all the sleeping musicians, elves of various … Continue reading

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