3 word story.

[Albertosaurus Rex]

What's an isohyet?

[Farseer]

As far as I know (which isn't much!), an isohyet is a line drawn on a map, connecting two or more points which have received an equal amount of rainfall (precipitation) during a certain storm or over a certain period of time.

Here's an Aussie example:

[Image: isohyet.jpg]

[Nuytsia]

I'm still wondering what topogromancy is!

[Farseer]

I assumed it had something to do with being a sub-field of arithmancy, which looks at the inherent magical properties in numbers?? Maulkin?!

[Albertosaurus Rex]

I thought it was a cross between topography and the -mancy/mancer affix that one often sees in fantasy. (Compare the fantasy novel Cartomancy by Michael Stackpole.)

[maulkin]

To be honest, I made it up on the spur of the moment. I was imagining it to be a sub-field of Korean geomancy relating specifically to topography. I am currently buried under a huge pile of exam scripts so have not posted lately but I should be surfacing soon!

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Prologue

Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.

Chapter 1

During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?

Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing burnished gold, intent on unearthing the sacred relic of Carlin, a magical horse with a mystical power to instantly melt metal. The hairs of the glowing bilbenar started buzzing as it got closer to the horses' ornate, talismanic gemstone. The facets of the gemstone shone with the bilbenars' blinding golden light.

Suddenly, Zatorr's body gave a spasm and her eyes flew out of the wooden box in which they had cunningly stored her spare organs in preparation for a blasphemous ritual not needed since the occasion when the holy avengers forgot to check whether the kingdom's East was staying where it should. The boy, known for his aptitude for spatial topogromancy, realised immediately what the missing isohyet on his map should have been. The pattern formed

[Albertosaurus Rex]

Prologue

Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.

Chapter 1

During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?

Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing burnished gold, intent on unearthing the sacred relic of Carlin, a magical horse with a mystical power to instantly melt metal. The hairs of the glowing bilbenar started buzzing as it got closer to the horses' ornate, talismanic gemstone. The facets of the gemstone shone with the bilbenars' blinding golden light.

Suddenly, Zatorr's body gave a spasm and her eyes flew out of the wooden box in which they had cunningly stored her spare organs in preparation for a blasphemous ritual not needed since the occasion when the holy avengers forgot to check whether the kingdom's East was staying where it should. The boy, known for his aptitude for spatial topogromancy, realised immediately what the missing isohyet on his map should have been. The pattern formed was highly curious

[Lord Punctual]

(Sorry about not explaining that isohyet thing - it seemed like a fancy, arcane mapy word to use.)

Prologue

Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.

Chapter 1

During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?

Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing burnished gold, intent on unearthing the sacred relic of Carlin, a magical horse with a mystical power to instantly melt metal. The hairs of the glowing bilbenar started buzzing as it got closer to the horses' ornate, talismanic gemstone. The facets of the gemstone shone with the bilbenars' blinding golden light.

Suddenly, Zatorr's body gave a spasm and her eyes flew out of the wooden box in which they had cunningly stored her spare organs in preparation for a blasphemous ritual not needed since the occasion when the holy avengers forgot to check whether the kingdom's East was staying where it should. The boy, known for his aptitude for spatial topogromancy, realised immediately what the missing isohyet on his map should have been. The pattern formed was highly curious; it was missing

[maulkin]

Prologue

Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.

Chapter 1

During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?

Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing burnished gold, intent on unearthing the sacred relic of Carlin, a magical horse with a mystical power to instantly melt metal. The hairs of the glowing bilbenar started buzzing as it got closer to the horses' ornate, talismanic gemstone. The facets of the gemstone shone with the bilbenars' blinding golden light.

Suddenly, Zatorr's body gave a spasm and her eyes flew out of the wooden box in which they had cunningly stored her spare organs in preparation for a blasphemous ritual not needed since the occasion when the holy avengers forgot to check whether the kingdom's East was staying where it should. The boy, known for his aptitude for spatial topogromancy, realised immediately what the missing isohyet on his map should have been. The pattern formed was highly curious; it was missing the castle mount.

[Nuytsia]

Prologue

Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.

Chapter 1

During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?

Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing burnished gold, intent on unearthing the sacred relic of Carlin, a magical horse with a mystical power to instantly melt metal. The hairs of the glowing bilbenar started buzzing as it got closer to the horses' ornate, talismanic gemstone. The facets of the gemstone shone with the bilbenars' blinding golden light.

Suddenly, Zatorr's body gave a spasm and her eyes flew out of the wooden box in which they had cunningly stored her spare organs in preparation for a blasphemous ritual not needed since the occasion when the holy avengers forgot to check whether the kingdom's East was staying where it should. The boy, known for his aptitude for spatial topogromancy, realised immediately what the missing isohyet on his map should have been. The pattern formed was highly curious; it was missing the castle mount. Working quickly, he