In the Hour of the Warg

Greetings on this Winter’s Monday, mortals! I must begin by thanking all who helped raise over $3,000 for the Oakland Education Association’s Immigrant Family Defense Fund! So many mortals from all around the globe brought together art, thought, & coin, for a most necessary cause. I know many readers in the Scriptorium coven took part & donated; I am honored to know we have such worthies in our midst.

But too, I am troubled. Children ought not need lawyers, there ought be no such defense fund. The shadows across this woe-laden world deepen. Now is the hour of the Warg, of sharp teeth & mean hunger. Jarl Trump sends his blackguards out with a ferocious intensity, their bloodlust inflamed. They know they may sate their murderous ardor, with impunity, these Wargs—a word that means “wolf” & “outlaw” both.

They respect no law, no rule, no notion of decency. Nonviolence they treat with contempt, & weapons. The lazy Wargs of ICE demand compliance, that ye please sit quietly while they crack open thy skull. But if they respect no laws—why ought any mortal? In the hour of the Warg, the shadows dispel the illusions of “rule of law.” In the hour of the Warg, Fortune favors the bold, & the craven Wargs of ICE expect no real resistance. In the hour of the Warg, we may fend off the shadows with bonfires of our own.

In the hour of the Warg—wilt thou comply?

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin! GRATIAS!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of our next episode—a new vista in the Shattered Empire. ’Til then: be safe, be well, & remember, riot shields are for sale…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Arcanarchist