Magic, Myth, and Occasional Mayhem
…the next morning he was on the road again with his ram and the imp and a large supply of beer basted boar ribs…
The delivery was made and the fee for it paid. Still he was a little short, so Seryth agreed to look into the local kobold problem for the dwarves. He did his best to ignore the imp supplementing his fire bolts with some of its own… Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 5”
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“The humans are coming, and there are too many of them. We need to negotiate peace with them. We need them to see that we are more than just beasts.” The shaman paused. “This is why, from this day forward, you will not carry axes when there is no enemy present. Blood duels are banned!”
By Greg Rowson
A crowd of hoghers gathered in a large circle in the center of the village, which primarily consisted of huts made of animal skin and bones of large beasts. Their attention was entirely on two hoghers in the center, who glared at each other with deadly intensity, each gripping their axes that gleamed in the midday sun.
“You… you killed my brother. You will pay, Tangarth!”
“Your brother killed my father, and you can join him in hell, Gartan!”
“Your father shouldn’t have stolen from my brother’s farm!”
“Your brother should have paid my father! Your entire family are scoundrels with no honor.”
“That’s enough.” Gartan’s green face flushed red. “Now you die!” Continue reading “Axes and Lightning: A Leader’s Path”
“…this life, witho-o-out you.”
Mirium drew the final note to a careful quaver, then bowed as the small tavern audience erupted into clapping. Face glowing, she stepped down from the Lion stage and sat down next to her children, Medi and Evelos.
“What did you think?” she whispered.
“It was beautiful,” said Evelos. “I think you’re getting your talent back.”
“Oh, you think you could do better?” Medi quipped, nudging Evelos in the ribs.
“Well, I do have a story I could tell,” said Evelos thoughtfully, as the crowd settled again, and Lana took to stage to call out for the next open stage participant. “It’s from when I was a child.”
“You were a child once??” Medi goggled.
“Erm, yes,” said Evelos. “It’s about when we first moved to Thalas’Talah, away from the Dawnmist manor.”
Medi leaned back. “Really? That sounds boooooor-ring!”
“I think you’ll find it’s not.”
Lana moved her pointer finger around in a circle over the audience, but the takers to come up on stage were few. Evelos then put up a hand.
“Forgive me if I don’t come up on stage, but I have a sleepy child on my lap,” he said, stroking the blonde hair of his little son, Alesric.
Lana waved him off. “It’s a casual night, anyway,” she said, sitting down on the stage’s edge to listen.
Evelos exchanged glances with Medi, who was goggling at him again. Then he swallowed hard, and the ren’dorei began.
Only more than a year since I first announced this effort, the Great Revision is now officially complete!
The Great Revision effort started in response to me reading over Keelath and Mirium’s various adventures and finding it to be a snarly mess. There were several different versions of them reuniting since Keelath became undead, them breaking up, them coming back together, them breaking up again, and them reassuring each other over various other dramas in the family, most notably Tyrric’s. The Great Revision was also sorely needed after Tyrdan was retooled to be Tyrric, Lellith’s role was swapped out for Alelsa, and Lellith herself got yet another role in the Sunwalker story, which has not yet been revealed.
Most of the work involved editing down existing posts into writing less cringey, as well as reorganizing the ordering of scenes. Some posts switched their places between series and stand-alones as well.
Oh, I dunno. Filling in some gaps between series still needs to be done, but once that is complete, how about retooling all these adventures to Talmenor and publishing them as an official short story collection? It has certainly crossed my mind…
Yes! Though the Sunwalker chronicle only remains half complete overall, below is the canonical ordering of what posts go where, as well as a few outlines for what happens in the gaps between series. Spoiler alerts! Continue reading “Objective Complete: The Great Revision”
He returned to Kharanos with the trolls dead and the meat and shimmerweed in tow. The dwarves gave him a feast in thanks, and Seryth went to bed with a bellyache and a sore head. He dropped off quickly into sleep, reflecting that he could always tell his father that the harvest had taken longer than usual to sell, hence his being away for a few days instead of the couple he had promised… Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 4”
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This was a continuation of the scene started in Part 2, so I just had to complete the thought.
One thing I will have to watch in the future is how I describe rukh-shami. These ones at first act like moving boulders, but then Sirith notes they feel smooth and malleable like mud. Earlier in Chapter 1 he noted they bled sand. So which is it? Are these different sub-races? Or does it have to do with how these ones were burned to death instead of stuck with swords? Does normal fire even work on them? My world-building has a lot of unanswered questions…
It was nearing sundown when Sirith approached the hills where the rukh-shami were supposedly encamped. He expected to see smoke rising in the air from campfires, but it was dark and silent all around. He pulled his ram to a stop and hesitantly dismounted, leading the riding goat into a brake of shrubs that he hoped would conceal it from sight.
Though the ympe clung impatiently to his shoulder, Sirith chose to approach the camps quietly, in a roundabout route up the shoulder of the hill rather than straight-on. He had an eerie feeling as he climbed Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 3”
His fire magic kept him warm in the cold mountains, but it seemed to Seryth that it was just a little bit hotter, just a little bit wilder than it normally was when he summoned it…
There’s nothing in this short excerpt to translate, except perhaps a reminder that Sirith isn’t in the mountains yet.
I read through some of the other chapters Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 2”
