pband slots dry?!
I think its going to need something drastic to sort out this mess the so-called lime-callers have left us this year. According to this old Peak text I have, the rain gods are not easily appeased if the ritual call of the seasons is neglected. However it offers the following solution: 'beneath the seat of the Raven, find the man-horse as he lays with the ever-youthful crab; cast them into the flood waters'.
Who knows, maybe with a bit more witch burning we could salvage a decent limestone season yet?