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Updated: Feb 9, 2023



Field Notes from Diamonds Hadder:

I’m sitting on a hill today taking notes again… Before people really remember and long before recorded events inside of evermore, it’s said the world was ruled by these Warmoths, ruled is a heavy word, so let’s just say they were naturally governing the hillsides… at least that’s what I’ve come to understand… I’ve come to know them as much as they allow and wish for me to know and I’m ok with that, for some reason they have taken a liking to me and let me roam the hillsides and observe them and even spend time with them…. I have vague memories of them in my dreams that I don’t fully understand as the line between reality and sleep to me seems a bit blurry at times… I do hum their songs a lot…. They fascinate me… dark shadowy figures with glittering transparent wings. They have a strange ability to change the speed of their wings, which already are much quicker than any earthly creatures, much faster than any hummingbird for sure.. as they change the speed of their wings they alter the vibration of the air and sound waves as they hover… giving them a unique ability to make sound and melodies as they hover. They stand about 8 ft tall in a slender triangular shape although they can look very different at times. They have many wings, some for flying and some for stabilization which allow them to move rather oddly and in any direction quite quickly… the lower wings, about 50 sets or so.. run down their spines and along their tails. Each set a little smaller and more precise as to its purpose. A tail with wings can do a lot of things they say. Decorating their legs and torso are feather like scales that vibrate and control flight as well. By altering their wings they can take on many shapes and generally appear as black triangles hovering in the distance. At the base of their tails are color cells attached to 12 inch stems similar to a rats tail.. the glowing cells are liquid sacks similar to the bellies of fireflies and luminescent blood of underwater creatures and in the dark they can actual simulate a small swarm of flies rather nicely, moving each cell in various ways and independently from each other. They can also illuminate the dark in a bright flash, blinding prey, which comes in handy for avoiding dangerous situations and gathering midnight snacks I suppose. Sometimes they sing and create quite the spectacle on the hillsides at night. Their heads appear to almost hover inside of the upper wing base, which is large and protrudes from the shoulders and when their red eyes are lit they can appear quite menacing. Their heads are shaped like bats with small pointed ears. They communicate through telepathy and odd wing bursts of sound waves which can travel miles across open land and can almost knock you off your feet. They can and will bite although they are normally docile creatures with immense powerful claws at the ends of each main wing. They are intelligent and somewhat peaceful and generally keep to themselves unless provoked. They do however hunt at night and eat large game, men included, and make travel through the woods in Dark a littler unsafe for even a 3rd tier swordman. Though conflicts with warmoths and men are generally uneventful in this time.,.. there was a time long ago when men and warmoths were at war, a great king named Lord Krell decided his kindgom would be best without the threat of warmoths obstructing his shipments to BOK and the outlining citys of evermore, and he decided to pay quite handsomely for warmoth wing pelts… of course this didn’t go over well with the warmoths and so they had a little feast themselves on lord krells behalf, him included in the end, so goes the story of the great war and the human mage hero Johnathan Hadder who stood beside the leader of the warmoths, TYOK, known only by his strangely unique and ominous hovering posture and wing patterns, ultimately defeating the great armies of lord krell. How long warmoths live or where they come from is unknown. As is the fate of Mr hadder, who disappeared in the black forest after the war. It’s said he decided to live amongst the Warmoths as he didn’t really enjoy the company of men. It’s rumored that he was creating his own magic based on old text found in the company of the warmoths.. but no one knows for certain. I like them, I think I can relate to Mr Hadder and I’m happy zabble graced me with his name.



Updated: Nov 1, 2021



I woke at 2 in the morning… to a bright new moon smiling down at me… and took a walk down by the mouth of the Red River… I could hardly believe my eyes, rain was falling, in BOK… wow, it’s been a while. It was nice to sit in the rain and think. I haven’t read anything as of late, nor do I intend to, although some words from Anthony Weldon have been ringing in my ears just under the soft hum of the warmoths. I prefer my own words and thoughts this time. It’s been a busy few days, thinking about old “Fool Shame” proverbs from The Court and Character of King James, dead ends, buried coins, new songs and most important as of late, carving the stargazer idol relentlessly into the wee hours of the dark night in Chamber #408. I have a few new characters for the Diamonds Hadder tale but the time is short on the Hadder front. My stargazer commission is takin all my efforts at the moment, but I do see a window very soon where I can return to my Hadder universe. Met with old friends yesterday in the gardens and that was nice, was good to step away from the knife and idol.

I came to the end of a road recently, generally I’ve been traveling in a straight-line forking left and forking right at times but low and behold.. it literally stopped. I thought perhaps it was a trick, as Zabble seems to take joy in my bewilderment of this place, but I soon realized it was in fact simply an end. It happens so I’m told. I made my way through some not so desperate brush and into a clearing where I noticed a fresh path closely hugging the river, I didn’t look back this time. I also left my tattered journal, empty story book shell, and an old coin there as I felt it would better serve the next person on that winding path of broken and lost things. Say what you will, I have learned a thing or two from that path. It’s different this time, I’m different.

The last thing I will say about lost roads. Some things go beyond ignore…. And forever isn’t long enough for some heartless actions and paths.

I’ve been whistling a new tune as I work, it came in the night…. And generally, those are the best tunes I find… perhaps it will see the Hadder project once my idol is completed and I get some fresh new dirt under my feet. Enjoy a few video stills from a stargazers dream.



“The Second Fool”


Once I was blind

Watching lights and chasing shines

Looking for a line

To pull the world closer to me

Oh you’ll see

Before I died

I was catching ashes as they left the fire

To spin them into words I tried

But a fools hope, no

It doesn’t burn up twice


So no, oh no,

The lie is a truth

So go, you should go.. forever

for it’s coming ever coming

No why, oh know why

Must we die so soon.,

The story left the pages kept.. there

And the waves took the rest.. dear

One afternoon


Before the 2nd fool.. oh yeh

Before the 2nd fool..

come the moon

For us all so soon..

till we learn the tune..

oh.. there’s no June

Before the 2nd fool


Once I was tired

Thought ever spell I cast would lift the night

Every dream I had was worth some fight

But the sand underneath

Couldn’t keep the tower right, no more

Try I did, to build it quickly

A foolish kid caught up in foolish tricks see

And why? for the sake of it then

But Bless the sun, for she’s come to warm my sacred beach again


So no, oh no,

The lie is a truth

So go, you should go.. forever more

for it’s coming still ever coming

No why, oh know why

Rest the one, my own mirage

Another chapters done.. but I go on.. and on

Oh, oh, oh..

before the 2nd fool


Before the 2nd fool.. oh yeh

Before the 2nd fool..

come the moon

For us all so soon..

till we learn the truth..

oh.. there’s no June

Before the 2nd fool


Rain out my window, woke me in the night

Months since I heard her out the fire

But the sun, she’s coming soon

New lights and new June’s

For me.. oh.. and for you

So far I came.., Oh what a shame.

Sometime before the second fools rain.


- evermore j


Images:

Doug Weiand - Guitar

Joey Mancaruso - Drums

Kent Hiltz - Bass

John Evermore - Vocals


Updated: Feb 9, 2023



Field Notes: From the book of Evermore.

Master Zabble entered the Black Forest early in the morning.. not exactly a place to be at that time or any time really, named after the Drok witches and their magic that called this forest home for as long as any book could tell. A rumor of a child abandoned on the outskirts on the forest is what drew him here. Not really a thing that Zabble regularly leaves his castle for, but a dream the night before of a man with red eyes had haunted him so and something told him to go.. some unseen feeling.. another problem with the forest is the warmoths of course, although they don’t exactly harm humans without cause.. it’s best to just avoid such encounters and they do seem to frequent the forest at night.. he approached a clearing near the mouth of the red river and suddenly heard the faint hum of classic warmoth singing, an odd dissonant song only they make.. it’s said that if you even try to utter a warmoth song you’ll never speak again, or wake from the night.. and so it’s been this way forever...

The creek was loud and in the distance he could see some shadows huddled around something in a circle.. warmoths perhaps.. although it was an odd sight to see them huddled in such a composition. Close to each other. They are nomad creatures who tend to travel and hover in flocks though they keep to themselves mysteriously.. he approached with caution although he felt no fear from them.. they knew if him as most did... the legend of zabble and his power was far stretched. As he came upon the circle he could see that it wasn’t them that were singing.. it was a small child.. wrapped in a blanket with gold and silver writings... a language he didn’t recognize, in the hundreds of languages he was well versed in, but what was more interesting and shocking was the singing or humming that the child was doing.. it was the song of the warmoths, how bizarre, as he stepped even closer he suddenly noticed the warmoths were gone.. rather suddenly and abruptly, the face of the child was slightly covered by the blanket... it’s strange markings now almost glowed in the dark as if sensing danger.. and under some illumination spell, but it was an odd unrecognizable magic. He reached his hand in to uncover the child’s face.. to see him.. and the song stopped as the blanket slid over to reveal the child’s face, it was then that Zabble saw the red tattoos that decorated the child’s eyes.. in a similar magic as the golden blankets spell, the tattoos also glowed slightly and moved with the dark.. it was an odd sight, not a solid red but a finely etched red pattern so small and intricate that it appeared to simply be solid red, but in fact it was a universe of words and things that Zabble couldn’t unravel or begin to understand. But he decided perhaps, because from his dream and premonition, that he would try. And so Zabble called him Diamonds Hadder and took him home to BOK. “Diamonds” for his eyes and “Hadder” for the famous human mage, John Hadder, who ended the war between the warmoths and men and who disappeared in the Black Forest just before the Kilgore temples were built and the vicious rule of the young lord Bane began.

- evermore



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