This is the story of my half-elven bard, Tre. She only adventured for a short while before she was retired to a life with higher meaning. Pretty unusual for a bard, but I like the way things turned out. I hope anyone reading the story can appreciate the goodness in both Tre and Thaler and enjoy reading the story of their life together as much as I have enjoyed role-playing it (Thaler belongs to a friend). Even without its RPG ties, their story stands alone as a good read.
Aaaand chapter one. Read, enjoy. Advice and such is always appreciated.
Owen tries to live a life that doesn't seem to fit him anymore.
The ill-fated incident of the Dark Eldar and a snooty Hind, with some drunk peasants to boot.
The second Darkest day in Sams life. The Day he killed his only enemy.
This is a story i wrote late one evening, it is about an old bard and a story he is telling his crowd, a story of how bad things can get if you don't do the right things.
Yet another of my unfinished stories, it's destined to be a light hearted romance. Just thought I'd give you a taste.
The set up. Just to give you an idea of the state of the island after the prologue. Your thoughts?
Hoo boy. As if Shadow-Dancing wasn't enough of a needlessly lengthy story that doesn't know when to quit, here comes another one . . . although this one is shaping up to be way, way, way less dark, evil, and all-around sick. : )
This is my attempt at that little-seen genre of elfwood lore: satire. I put a lot of my dry humor into it, and also poked fun at the cliche that dwarves and elves have been made to be.
When Crimson finds herself thrown into harms way, she must fight to survive. Her home and the lives of all the elves in the White Forest depend on her for their continued survival. Yet she's not ready to face the Dark One. Crimson is set on a path of amazing discoveries. She makes new friends and discovers amazing new worlds in her quest to conquer the lich who threatens her existence. With the bow and blade of the Obsidian Phoenix, Crimson cuts a path of destruction straight through to the heart of evil. In the process she discovers her own true heritage and the hope that lies within.
I am the Squire of Sir Arnulf von Zeiln, and I wrote this song a while ago...
This is a story of heroes, reluctant and voluntary. This is a story of love, lucky and unlucky. This is a story of fate and being all that you can be, whether it be easy or not, whether it seems right or not. We are who we are and will always be, in life, in death and beyond. http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/r/i/rivana/atirien00.html.html
A poem about a poor bard (who shares many real life problems to myself) who can't get his songs to work!
A ballad (I have an actual wave file where I sang this) I wrote to commemorate an in-character moment from a game I played. My elven Patter, Joy, finally broke down after many long, ardurous adventures and, knowing that tomorrow they might die, broke down and kissed her dwarven companion (to the shock of all and the shouts of 'ABOUT TIME!' from our archer friend). If you SERIOUSLY want to hear it, email me and I'll send you the wave file. until then, enjoy! Incidentally, the line 'kin to the Roses who never fade' is reference to an order of women called the Sisters of the Rose that Joy is in the process of joining.