The title really says it all. This is a cool vision I had in my head but couldn't really fit into a narrative. Perhaps one day it will be a chapeter for something.
This is a dumb story I wrote. It is a story (one of many) that tells tales of Kings in the lineages of these lands.
~~Excerpts from Beowulf~~ XIX Cain had become the killer of his own brother, his kin by the same father, and consequently, outlawed, marked with murder, he had gone fleeing from the happiness of human society and had settled in the wilderness. From him was born a multitude of beings preordained of old. XXII He was unable to wield weapons, for such a host of extraordinary creatures constricted him in swimming: many a sea-beast with fighting fangs tore at his soldier's mail-coat; monsters menaced him. Then the man realised he was in an abode of evil where no water harmed him and the current's sudden clutch was unable to touch him. He saw a fiery light, a lurid gleam glowing brightly. Then the virtuous man recognized the damned creature of the deep, the brawny water-hag. ~Anonymous; Bradley translation (with a couple of tweaks, to make it read better)~ To mod: Sorry about the italics the first time round! I ought to read the formatting rules more carefully. But in fact, I'm grateful that it got rejected, because it made me think of how else to show the voices, and that led to a little tweak at the end that gives extra impact (I think so, anyway). To readers: originally I used italics for the voice of the monsters, rather than the man, and there were no speechmarks. But rules are rules, and it's better this way anyway. The indents were HELLISH to translate into html, and they are not really where I wanted them to be exactly (in Word it was all placed precisely so that lines carried on from each other, but it just wasn't possible in html). Nevertheless, it's better with approximate indents than none at all.
This is the Nun's Tale in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales or what I thought would make a good fit-Poem form
This is a rough draft poem about well valhalla, at least my view of the old norse turned dwarf concept.
This is my first entry for the Bifrost Heroes and Villans project. Hopefully I'll get the second half up sometime soon. See if you can spot a cameo of our mascot, Heimdall, carelessly hidden within it.
Kariscus gets a rather shocking surprise while still in the safety of his tower. Arven frustrates the heck out of himself, and ends up leaving Xenzati. Introduces Mentos, Kariscus' personal servant, and Mirrador, an old friend.
This is a poem I wrote while I was supposed to be doing my math homework. It doesn't really make much sense, but it's very fantasy-like. EDIT: I gave up on poetry but I still like this one. Enjoy.
A strange little tale of a freak, a geek, a player, a freaky artist... and a vampire.
This is part of a larger story I am working on. to clear things up, Fayrin is Keroqui's sister and she has been gone for along time. A niadre is a braid wrapped in threads that is meant to show a person's status in their training and in society. A Dua’deae is a final step in the training involved in the kingdom I created and it basically invovles going out alone into the world and finding personal serenity. I don't want to reveal too much because I really want to make this a book.
*Note - This story was formerly known as Rya and Etcher* *Sigh* I'm sure this story will earn a proper title at some point. We meet up with some new characters as they prepare for the Black Masquerade, the first of a three night celebration in honor of the summer holiday, Windmoor. I apologize in advance for the flood of information (names, titles, realms). I intend to fix it OR create a handy guide to make it easier to understand.
Chapter 3!! It does exist...kindof. The events of Chapter 5 required a bit of restructuring for Chapters 3-4, so here's the new version. You'd think with all my notes and plans, this story would be finished already, but better late than never. Crits welcome. Enjoy!