Without Rhyme or Reason
rating: +5+x

Between the 72nd and 73rd pillars of the left side of the Memorial Atrium is a rather nice wall. It's composed of a sturdy wood — oak, perhaps — and it makes a pleasing sound when you rap on it with your knuckles. It would smell nice if you put your nose up to it, but that would be odd, no?

Numerous papers are haphazardly affixed to it with similarly sturdy iron nails. Some are mere scraps of parchment bearing an illegible scrawl, some are lengthy scrolls in beautiful calligraphy that roll down the wall and traverse the soft green carpet. Mind your feet, lest you trip. Your fellow patrons pause their travels to inspect the bulletins, although removing them is quite impossible. I'm sure the more vertically inclined among them would lift you up to read those posted higher on the wall if you asked nicely. Looking at it as is, there are a choice few things you can make out.

Prose Description Rating
Recovered from the Diary of Võlutaar Anskál A summoning gone horribly wrong. +13
Cleaning Out the Rooms Byzantion-1 gives a speech. +23
American Putrefaction A man and his city. +12
The Ballad of Dominic LeGrande A love letter to westerns. +5
Front Row A boy watches a titan fight. +21
Blood in the Mud Dominic LeGrande's origin story. +11
We Should Hang Out Sometime Reflections on growing apart. +6
Ain't No Man The birth of a hero. +7
The Last Confession of Wind-among-Reeds Wind-among-Reeds makes a terrible mistake. +21
Blackmail, White Lies, Yellow Journalism, and Red Tape Duke Gathers goes to Alagadda. +10
UPDATE: Roxie is Still Alive An introduction to an idiosyncratic blogger. +8
Poetry Description Rating
The Day the Lampposts Walked Away A poem that is what it says on the tin. +10
Prince Rupert Reflections through glass. +10

Of course, as it would any Wanderer worth their salt, this begs the question:

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