Tag: The Mountain

The mouse that went to the cat for love

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Where are you going, Manné?

Your past, you can never leave it, you can never leave your troubles behind!

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Der Zauberberg of N. F. Manné, that magical mystery

To old Giyani town he went, seeking that magical mystery, hoping to touch it, so intimately. But who touched who? Yes, the mountain, that old magic, felt his beating heart and spoke (not words, but understood still): “Oh, child. What history beats in your veins! And what veins they are; what rivers, what streams – such current, such electricity!“

Manné was touched, and forever changed. He asked himself, queried the brain within. Such questions he posed: “I am Niels Frederique. But who are you? You stare with eyes unopened, stare from glass. Your eyes are like glass, in your eyes all is glass: the world entire. Who are you?”

He did not find answers in old Giyani town. But questions – oh – questions he found. Manné was but a mouse, ancient mysterie a great lion yet to pounce. Our philosopher, our thinker of the godly, was soon to fall. How heavy a load he now bore, how great a fall he approached …

The sins of Peer Nerich

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The ever presence of the Mountain is now felt everywhere in the hills and forests of Transylvania and Szeklerland. People of different letters are quarreling, succumbing to Nerichinan pressure. Hate and violence are inserted into the Monster Graph. We are in desperate need of a Transylvanian Circumvolution.

The sins and evils of Peer Nerich are indeed eternal…

Written by Herman Ploppel jr. , March 1990

Peer Nerich – A Soul of Eternal Violence

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During the dark years of the Nerich reign, few men were feared more than the vicious Peer “Mountain” Nerich. As the commander of the castle dungeons he became the most experienced and gruesome torturer the Mures Valley has ever seen. As the nephew of Lord Gregorius, he obeyed his uncle and master in every task. He happily did his work with great joy and fantasy. His methods ripped many soul apart, making them scream of agony, suffering in both body and mind.

His methods of torture were many, some aimed at the mind and soul and many at the flesh and gut of his subjects. But at his worst he ripped it all apart, sucking and squeezing  every trace of life out of his victim. The agony of the victims lasted for days, or maybe weeks, before the relief of death. One could tell Peer both true and false, good or evil, but his  work would not stop, and ones body and mind were mistreated until the very end.  The very fear of Peer made the Mures town folk silent and submissive.

The Mures town folk still dread Peer Nerich and his wicked ways, although he is believed dead. But his body was never found after the Krim uprising, and there is whispers that his evil soul still lurk in the darkest forests, waiting for a new opportunity to serve his master and rule the Mures Valley.

It is still said that his blood was not red, but black as the darkest moonless night.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society