The lavish court in which I have grown has taught me many things, yet there are still things I have to learn: the ways of a woman, coping with the abilities that are beginning to surface, and the secrets of my occult birthing. As it were, however, the needs of a near defenseless people have kept me from unearthing the truths behind such things. The duty to which I must attend is the eradication of a beast that has tormented a small village just below the citadel I occupy. Little did I know that the horrid encounter I would have with this beast would cleave the shell that hid my enigmatic past; each piece I uncover tells me of the calamitous place in which I stand. And each further step I take, the gravity of it bears down upon me.
A young dwarf learns what it means to grow up, and he that skill with a sword is not all that is required of a warrior
And yet another from a roleplaying character. This story of Ceddhwyan (for those who don't know the old brit phonics, it's Keth-hwi-on) was inspired by Stephen Lawhead. If you've read his stuff, some aspects might seem similar. But if you've ever wanted to read some else's diary, here's your chance!
Inspired by a little hut made of natural material. A great eye seeks fairy trolls!
This was an urge of the moment thing; not my best, but I like the ending, and 'twas fun to write! CC welcome and appreciated.
Sitara, daughter of a king, must flee from her family to a magical otherworld to escape being murdered by her fiance on their wedding night.
My first experiment with present tense, this was originally a historical fiction piece I wrote over a year ago set in post- Roman Britain, inspired by a scene from Rosemary Sutcliff's 'The Lantern Bearers.' With some change in names and details, it fit wonderfully into my fantasy world. The potential difficulty is that the political background to it is rather complicated, so I'll try to outline the basics as clearly as I can:- The region where this all takes place is called Tabid-Ar, a vast wilderness north of most settled nations. Semi-nomadic (& semi-Germanic/Celtic) tribes share the land with creatures both mundane and magical.- The main characters are Scyldjmen from Scyldja, and their two main enemies are the Ridilaun, led by Sworran Daor, and the Barrans, led by Regin.- Scyldja has managed to hold an advantage in the past years by commanding the fear and loyalty of many lesser chieftains, but recently the Barrans launched a ferocious invasion of their territory. Vorgremar, the Scyldjman chief who declares himself High King of all Tabid-Ar, found himself in a dangerously delicate predicament and eagerly bought peace...but oh, at such a cost...
Again i shall point out the obvious, this is Chapter 3 of my current story, or my current craze. Eventually i will create some other story, and leave this one for a while. I already have over four storys in progress... enjoy.
This isn’t anything much, an ode to King Arthur done in English class. (12-18-02) I must give much of the credit to Ashley Burdo and her tri-forces for the first paragraph, I did the rest alone. It’s not poetic or anything, but I found it inspiring nonetheless. It’s pretty standard, yet I used a lot of Stephen R. Lawhead’s terminology.
This is the first part of my newest story about my fav character; Drake Greyraven. I don't know where the heck I got the inspiration from for this one, except that I remember having a dream the night before about Drake being chased through a dense wood, pursued by silouettes of four-legged men. When I woke up the next day the words just flowed onto the page. I blame the medication ^^
Gorillaz: Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head/ Coldplay: Politik/ Guano Apes: Lords of the Boards/ ^_^
A poem which speaks of one of the great Elven-kings of Erun, who has now passed away.
Marlow 'transports' the troupe using her magic to a safer location, but are greeted by the very hostile Amazonian, Vesta.
Three years have passed for Syrus and Zeara, and In order to survive the frozen wilderness Syrus must find a sanctuary to defeat the onset of another harsh winter.
The unbreakable spirit... Does it exist? Enjoy and put comment for improvement
This story is one I wrote per request a while ago. It is quite short (I am afraid I got a bit lazy at the end) but has some interesting elements in it. It is based off a picture made by an artist here at Elfwood.
Yeah, another chapter. It's alright, I guess. I just don't like it quite as well as my other chapters. Tell me watcha think. :)
A short story about four gamblers, a thief and a duel. I finally decided to seriously write when my English teacher gave me 100% on this story.