Wolfstone made an unexpected detour one rainy evening. I don't think he wants to return.
If you've read 'Calling All Heroes', you may have wondered where things went from there. Well... buckle up because this might be a long ride. The map is one I created and extracted from a larger fractal image. I'm still not happy with the fonts, but you get the idea. The software I used is from http://www.profantasy.com. And yes, I've changed the name from The Dead War to something.... snazzier.
This is the dictionary companion for things I forget to elaborate on in my stories from Tirra. Don't forget to read the World Notes too!
Wolfstone seems to be all gimped up, and itching for a little relief. Those imps are just too troublesome! (retitled)
Sometimes the price of steel is not the same as its cost. (retitled)
I'm still a little surprised since this is my first Mods Choice, and only my second item submitted to Elfwood. I want to thank everybody who stopped by with something kind to say! Every adventure starts out somewhere. This short intervention by a bard probably started a half dozen to say the least.
If you've played those paper role-playing games, you've heard of the Egg of Desire. You haven't?
Not all lycanthropes begin as humans changing to other species. Consider the case of the drifting Atlantic Iceman, who, according to folklore, could become nearly human from time to time, only to disappear again amid the ice. I think it was an upset Iceman that wreaked ruin on the Titanic. And now you know what really happened to Atlantis, perhaps? Yes, the meter is fractured beyond hope. Sorry.
As the story opens, the Legion is between assignments, as it were. .... This is my first SciFi entry here. It was written as kind of a lark. Perhaps an African Swallow, but mostly a lark. The Legion is a mixed bag of orcs, humans, and miscellaneous mercenaries. Oh, and the Szith are insect-like peoples. Not the guys from that Star thingy movie.
This is not a story. This is background material on places, gods, peoples, culture, and all that stuff going on in Tirra that the author takes for granted when he's scribbling madly.
When there's not much else to do, Wolfstone often writes down what he sees as he watches people around town.
This is the start of an adventure. I'm not completely sure where it is going. However, I think poor Donavin is in over his head. This is the first item I wrote specifically for Elfwood submission. I think it has a lot of possibilities, and perhaps would work as the first chapter of a novel. I'm actively looking for feedback on this one guys. Thanks!
Chapter 2 of the Dead War. And yes, I've changed the name from The Dead War.
Continuing the saga, this chapter is where we learn what Herman is hiding under his shirt, and what these dead folks are really like.
I usually avoid writing anything spiritual or religious because that's just not my normal tone. And it isn't that this is a necessarily a religious piece. This is simply where my mind went when I asked myself, 'If reincarnation really happens, how does it work?' I tweaked a few things in March 2006. If you're re-visiting I would appreciate your comments again. Thanks!
Sometimes you can go home again. Sometimes you can't. Sometimes you shouldn't.
Evidently some of the stew ingredients were mislabeled at the market. That's his excuse, and he's sticking to it. But really, that's only the start of the adventure, isn't it?
Don't be so Sensitive! Don't you hate it when people seem to read your mind? This problem started when Wolfstone ran into a 'witch', or an individual who has an unnerving ability to read and manipulate other people's minds. There is a more complete definition of a Tirran Witch in my dictionary.