This is one of the first posts I remember reading here before officially joining the Citadel. Then, as now, it brought a smile to my face. When spinning tales and crafting the lore of worlds unforged, I often have a tendency to wax grandiose -- Behold! Spires of shimmering glass, trees of silver glittering in the moonlight! All very pretty, to be sure, but oftentimes completely unecessary. In its humble simplicity, this place touches the heart. It's a lesson that I'll strive to remember whenever one of my ideas needs better grounding.
This has a wonderful old-world mythology feel to it. Makes me think of the Citadel; a haven from the cares of the outside world where we can all meet, tell stories, and have discussions.
This is also one of those subs that hints at a wider, fully fleshed world, and inspires ideas beyond the location.
(The part about stealing the scythe while the god was eating his cookies cracked me up :)
A well deserved 5/5 and an HoH.