Battle axe /
戦斧

鍛冶屋が鉄を思いのままに折り曲げたりしているようだ。戦いの準備に斧、槍、馬の蹄鉄が息をのむような温度で鍛造されていく。湾の集落からタール抗に踏み込みそして戦場へと移動する。泥炭沼の戦場ではゴブリンがガソリンに漬けこんだ洋梨とリコリスの根がちりばめられた燃えたレモンを容赦なく投げつける。戦場で勝利を迎える頃にはヘザーを燃やした紫色の羽毛のような煙が天空を覆い、地面は焼焦し、植物が燃えている。帰路に就き、キャンプファイアーで安らぎ、牡蠣とミードで勝利を祝う。ベッドに向かう頃には石の家からは湿った土の重厚感ある香りが染み出し、眠る頃にはピートで燃えていた火もようやく燻り始めた。 The blacksmith clinked and clanked industriously at the anvil, bending black metal to his will. Axes, spears and lucky horseshoes were forged in stifling temperatures in preparation for battle. We travelled from our settlement at the bay, beyond the tar pit to the battleground, where peat-bog goblins pelted us mercilessly with pears poached in petrol and flaming lemons studded with liquorice root. By the time the battle was won the sky was filled with purple plumes of heather fuelled smoke, the earth scorched, the surrounding flora ablaze. Back home we found comfort around campfires and celebrated with oysters and mead. Retiring to bed, our stone huts exuded heavy aromas of damp earth and our peat fires were at their smouldering end as we drifted off into slumber. Someone stoked the flames with camphor, eucalyptus and dried heather. By morning our PPM levels were significant.