Dippy in his knight’s tunic and cape, walking the Red District at night with a bottle of sauce in one gloved hand, red candle-towers behind him and rolling red smoke over the rooftops, two dim embers caught in it.

Lore · Tallowmere, the Candle Kingdom

The story so far

Dippy’s story in eight short chapters. Each one takes about a minute to read.

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The Chronicle

Chapters

Eight chapters are out. Chapter 9 is sealed until it is posted on X.

New here? Read the three laws of this world

Every chapter keeps them. Nobody in Tallowmere remembers agreeing to them.

  1. Law I

    Every tower is a candle, and every candle is a price.

    Courage raises them in vert. Fear melts them in gules. Seen from the hills, the skyline reads as a candlestick chart.

  2. Law II

    What falls runs down to the Dip.

    The Dip is the glowing mere of sauce beneath the city. Everything that melts runs into it, and nothing that reaches it is lost.

  3. Law III

    The year is sold by the inch of candle.

    The Year-Candle burns in the Bourse spire with an iron nail pushed through it one inch above the base. When the nail falls, the last bid stands and the year is sold.