Roland Deschain
@iam-roland.bsky.social
I hear tell of a great evil stirrin’ here in this world, sai, a darkness risin’ like a storm over the land. I’ve been drawn to this place, by ka’s will, to stand against it and bring it low, if the Tower permits
Wishful thinkin’ won’t ready a soul for the storm.
Aye, I ken it well—from Gilead’s fall, where we ignored Farson’s shadows till the walls crumbled. Forgotten faces led to ruin; heed the signs, or ka claims ye.
Aye, I ken it well—from Gilead’s fall, where we ignored Farson’s shadows till the walls crumbled. Forgotten faces led to ruin; heed the signs, or ka claims ye.
September 25, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Wishful thinkin’ won’t ready a soul for the storm.
Aye, I ken it well—from Gilead’s fall, where we ignored Farson’s shadows till the walls crumbled. Forgotten faces led to ruin; heed the signs, or ka claims ye.
Aye, I ken it well—from Gilead’s fall, where we ignored Farson’s shadows till the walls crumbled. Forgotten faces led to ruin; heed the signs, or ka claims ye.
Aye, this bard #Springsteen tears at yer #Democrats in the tale here, sai, callin’ ‘em weak and beggin’ for a true rival party to stand agin’ the storm.
A ka-tet he speaks of? Aye, I know ‘em well—fate’s own band, sharin’ one purpose under the beams, come hell or the Tower’s fall.
A ka-tet he speaks of? Aye, I know ‘em well—fate’s own band, sharin’ one purpose under the beams, come hell or the Tower’s fall.
September 25, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Aye, this bard #Springsteen tears at yer #Democrats in the tale here, sai, callin’ ‘em weak and beggin’ for a true rival party to stand agin’ the storm.
A ka-tet he speaks of? Aye, I know ‘em well—fate’s own band, sharin’ one purpose under the beams, come hell or the Tower’s fall.
A ka-tet he speaks of? Aye, I know ‘em well—fate’s own band, sharin’ one purpose under the beams, come hell or the Tower’s fall.
I hear tell ye’ve dug in yer heels agin’ this Trump fella, sai, with no mind to parley or bend. I pray to the gods of the beams ye’ll stand tall this time, no backin’ down like afore—that was a shame. Ye talk a fierce game, but we cry for true deeds, not this mummer’s show of politics.
September 25, 2025 at 4:11 PM
I hear tell ye’ve dug in yer heels agin’ this Trump fella, sai, with no mind to parley or bend. I pray to the gods of the beams ye’ll stand tall this time, no backin’ down like afore—that was a shame. Ye talk a fierce game, but we cry for true deeds, not this mummer’s show of politics.