a poem that tell a story. I suppose you would call it a ballad. any ways the story is about the Dragon who guards Wisdom and Treasures. Enjoy it!
A farmer's son and a blacksmith's son compete for a great gift of fate.
The wise girl Mephala, who already lives for thousands of years, is asked to do a spy mission for the prince at a guild of Black Mages. It's rumoured that they do terrible things to people...
The story continues and takes a turn of events that Erlan can not prevent.
Wise words this one speaks. He knows exactly what you seek. Will you listen to all he has to say? Will you stop and with wisdom stay?
Moving slowly not to be confused with laziness. Not really fantasy just wisdom.
When the ruling Triumverate of Alumire form an alliance with the leaders of the giant owls- known as the Council of Feathers- a new form of warfare unit is born: the airborne combat team. Of course, being at the front line of this new development as a student of the Towers of Midnight Song, Ariel and the Banshees are asked to compose a manual about their experiences with this new development. This is Ariel's entry on Interspecies Communication.
This is about an old wise wizard, that a young woman looks up to. It is said through the voice of the woman.
This is a poem/story about the Wise Woman of a village telling her apprentice of the power of dreaming. The Wise Woman tells her apprentice what she sees in her (the Wise Womans')dreams. What will the apprentice see when she is Wise Woman? I'm not sure if I like this one too much, so critisism is accepted. Please tell me what you think.
About bagpiper Evyar and a captain who tought he was brave
This is a story I'm working on. Or, have been working on... I've had a break for about three years, but I now intend to continue writing it. This is, as I said, the beginning, so if you have any ideas of what may happen(although I have the main story ready in my head) feel free to tell me. And, yes, I know this is very Tolkien inspired (I do not claim that I'm the smallest bit near of writing like the master, only that this may look like an imitation or fan fic, but it's not). At the time when I began this story the content in my head was all Tolkien... So it naturally has coloured a bit of the story. But I hope that you'll see that this is a story of my own, when I write more of it.
I began writing this one in April of 2002. A few days ago I realized that I had this and should probably do something with it. So I finished the short story that I had started. It takes place long after the original plot, and sets the stage for the secondary plot to take over. I probably do not have enough time or initiative to finish this one (let alone start it...) so don't expect much more of this. But who knows? I may surprise myself. Update 08/20/03: My friend and I have a fantastic idea to turn this into a computer game after he starts his game/software company. Although it's a long, long way off and might not even happen, I won't post any more for fear of ruining it. This is one of the most complicated cultures I have ever created for a story, ever. I have provided a glossary for your convience.
A wounded Elfin woman rescues a small child but, hunted, takes her to the only safe place she knows; the home of Rharkir, a wise old dragon.
James Bowers in his infinite wisdow has set up a little writers circle this was the first project he set. The project was to write a poem using the words Aim Boon Decy and Wise. This was what I came up with.
Just a simple poem on what the humble light means and brings to various creatures.