“So you don’t love her,” said Keelath, putting his hands on his hips, “but then you love her enough to do that to her. The whole manor could have heard you, if the whole manor had been full.”
“Shut up,” said Tyrric. They had carried him outside to sit in the garden, but months of neglect while he had been in the Black City and the winter chill biting his cheeks had turned the garden barren.
Keelath didn’t mind the cold, and he seemed to think he was being helpful, turning over mounds of dirt — and poking at Tyrric’s emotional sores.
“How does Mirium stand you?” said Tyrric, but the question hadn’t come out as derisively as he meant it. Worse, Keelath seemed to take him seriously. Continue reading “Tyrric’s Madness, Part Five”
When writing for a character who’s very “out of it”, you run the risk of making the writing an indecipherable muddle for the reader, as well. I can’t quite tell with this one.Author’s Note
Keelath let him up — it has been he whom Tyrric had been grappling with. Alelsa had hurried inside, perhaps to get more medicine, and Tyrric was left outside alone with his brother and his sister-in-law. It didn’t make him feel any better.
Though the lies he had told them had been lesser than that he’d told Alelsa, the pain he had inflicted wasn’t. Continue reading “Tyrric’s Madness, Part Three”
More and more, as days went by, hunger kept Tyrric from slipping off into that private realm of peace that he maintained between consciousness and sleep. Instead of day-dreaming of a land far away, where no monster of the Void could ever reach, he found himself dragged back into reality by hunger pains. Continue reading “Tyrric’s Madness, Part Two”
Living Story Excerpt
Seryth found the gnolls dragging what was left of his supplies to their leader, Hogger, as a tribute. As Seryth planned how to steal his things back, a unit of Watch guards broke from the bushes, slaying the gnolls and laying irons on Hogger. Seryth’s crops were trampled under the hooves of their horses.
Stil angered by the interruption to his trip, Seryth demanded the guards repay him for the damages. The guards laughed, telling him they’d give him some coin–if he helped thin the numbers of the gnolls in the bargain. Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 1, Part 3”
For sake of my own motivation, I’m going to try to keep posting the converted form of Seryth’s Story as it might appear in a novel to this blog. For more information on the process and why I’m doing this, see Seryth’s Story, which starts in this post, and Part 1 of Chapter 1, which can be found here. Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 1, Part 2”
Two new fan fiction series are up! …though I suppose I shouldn’t call them “new”, because they were actually written years ago.
“War Front” introduces the character Azzir, who I hope to expand more in future writings as an Ordinator with a skooma problem.
The second series, “Lives of the Saints“, is quite a long series I will probably turn into a novel at some point. As it is, it’s stretching my Fan Fiction page to the point I’ll need to go about changing the formatting of my blog sooner rather than later! This series introduces the characters of Shizzal (based on a certain other name you might know, Kevaar) and Drai: an outlander Dunmer and an Ashlander who have a mysterious connection to each other. These characters will also probably show up in a later series, since they do come into contact with Azzir, as well as certain other key characters from their own storyline.
Until I figure out the formatting thing, you can find both these series and more like them under Fan Fiction. I’ve also included links to them below, since “Lives of the Saints” is rather long, and the entries aren’t numbered like most of my other series are.
- War Front, Book One
- War Front, Book Two
- War Front, Book Three
- War Front, Book Four
- War Front, Book Five
LIVES OF THE SAINTS
- Shizzal Awakens
- Zeketah Expresses Displeasure
- A Farseer Counsels Drai
- Drai Has a Vision
- Drai Hesitates
- Shizzal Takes His Leave
- Shizzal Gets a New Job
- Shizzal’s First Heist; A Chicken Crows
- Hasami Buys a Slave
- Shizzal Talks Back
- Shizzal Performs a Summoning
- Thyadras Plans a Raid
- Thyadras’ Raid Goes Awry
- Drai Sees a Ghost
- Keeps-Low Keeps Low
- Shizzal Meets an Old Friend
- Mutual Betrayals
- Shizzal Flees
- Nidalave Watches A Battle
- An Unlikely Ally
- Drai Returns
- Shizzal’s Premonition
- The Bridge
- Shizzal Prays
- Drai Sees Another Ghost
- Shizzal and Drai Declare Their Allegiances
- Tengri Burns
- Drai and Shizzal Conspire
- Drai Enacts a Plan
- Thoughts AWhirl
- Drai Dreams
- Drai Has Doubts
- Drai Mourns
- Drai Remembers His Past, Is Caught in a Blast
- Drai Remembers More
- A Mother Returns
- Drai Refuses a Prostitute (NSFW)
- Drai Remembers Exile
- Drai At Peace
- Rakhulbi Returns
A breath. His lungs stabbed at him, and his body was complaining for too long spent lying in one position on a hard Temple bed. Continue reading “Rakhulbi Returns”
Years had passed. Other scenes had come and gone. He picked up each of them like shards of a broken burial urn, holding them stupidly as if he couldn’t believe anyone could’ve been so callous as to desecrate the dead inside. He couldn’t bring himself to piece them together though, only stare, like a warrior hit with a paralysis charm.
And as he stared numbly into space, over eons, a thought slowly coalesced in Drai’s mind. Continue reading “Drai At Peace”
It wasn’t the beginning of the memory, but it was the thing that stood out to him the strongest.
He was looking into the face of the gulakhan. Rakhulbi shook from head to foot, like he was in a blizzard with no clothes on. And like a blizzard, the gulakhan just stared at him long and hard, no sympathy, no movement. Continue reading “Drai Remembers Exile”