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‘To Reunite the Watchers’

As eager as Cɪrthsta was to embark on her quest, too few people were eager to tag along with her.  She had to concede for the time being, instead directing her attention swiftly towards coaxing as many Watchers back to the Academy as possible.

To that end, she made use of the Gateway Gazebo.  She sat herself down, cross-legged, eyes closed, and everything, facing the three ancient Gateways that remain in various degrees of decay deep below the Gazebo.  She remained there for three days straight.  When she reappeared, she informed us that a handful had heard her call – after complaining about being so hungry and thirsty.

In the meantime, M. I. Arregz and his band members departed again to do their traveling wake-up band thing and I resumed teaching Thiere about the Iron Jacket and a couple other important meditative practises.

The Academy also received two new visitors that day, when Cɪrthsta re-emerged from the Gazebo.  Two Anthropes named Dassan and Kessen.  Apparently, they’d just stumbled across the place.  Cɪrthsta, though, was sure happy to see them; they had met previously, briefly.  I noticed the first thing the duo each did when meeting up with her again was to fist-bump one of her mammaries and say to them, “good to see ya again!”  I almost laughed.

On catching sight of me, Kessen, the steppe-wolf, blurts out, “dude, you’re overcooked!”  I let out a chuckle, but inside I was laughing so hard.  These two will be perfect for comedic relief around the Academy.

Days later, the first Watcher to return was an eccentric-looking woman called the Witchdoctor.  Her skin’s as dark, or even darker, than mine, her hair is wild and conceivably uncombable, and her slender body is covered in feathered bracelets, necklaces of shells and bones, and garments from leopard skins that serve only to cover the bits that need covering.  A purse of leather is slung over her shoulder, and her hands clasp a wooden staff topped by the skull of some creature that I personally have never seen alive.  She can speak our language, but with a heavy accent.

The next day, a girl dressed like a jester arrived and shortly proved to be more eccentric than the Witchdoctor and Peregrine combined.  The Merry-maker….  She and the Peregrine were quite a sight together, arms wrapped about one another and hopping happily in place; so much boobage could be seen bobbing about and being smooshed together that I was actually shown proof that there really was such a thing as too much.  The Merry-maker also showed she could bounce about the halls of this place more than Princess ever could.

A week or so later, a third Watcher made it to the Academy.  Bharkou, he calls himself – also known in lore as the “Mortal God.”  He is often depicted in old artworks as a lion-headed king clad in spectacular armour, but generally this is seen as symbolism – his courage and fortitude were like a lion’s, as a mainstream scholar would say.  I’m sure, though, this man really does have a lion form that he can shape-shift into at will (since the mainstream believe he’s long dead, yet obviously he isn’t).  He’s more composed than the other Watchers, it seems, which I’m glad to see.

After shaking Cɪrthsta’s hand, he immediately requests an assembly so he can discuss some important information he received while on his way here.  Within the hour, he had his assembly.

“First and foremost,” he begins as the last of us takes a seat about the center of the Great Hall, “I heard the fragment of a message from Azhseg, that Alien you were friends with for a time during the Five Waves, Cɪrthsta, saying the Dark are planning something massive.  Even the Librarians are unaware of what is happening.  There was also some mention that forbidden relics were recently stolen.

“Next, the Way-farer said he was going to make his way to the Academy though it will still take him another week or so to make it here.  I have yet to hear anything from the Tinker or the Apothecarian.  Unfortunately, our dear friend Ashtanni, who was devastated by your disappearance, committed suicide despite over a century of trying to convince her otherwise by the rest of us.”  He then takes a breath.  “Also, we fought one last battle against the Archivists after your absence; but, we lost the fight and we lost my dear little brother in that fight as well.”  He then takes a seat by the Witchdoctor, and the place goes very quiet for some time.

“Let’s make sure those losses aren’t in vain, then!” says Cɪrthsta with a go-get-‘em kind of attitude.  The Merry-maker then assumes a similar attitude, in agreement with her.

“Azhseg’s message, however incomplete, bothers me most,” Akei speaks up.  “Aguyu and I were taught, once, about the so-called ‘forbidden relics,’ which are weapons that were made by some of the Universe’s oldest races and are arguably the most destructive relics in all of existence.  For them to be stolen by someone, or entity, or race, that even the Librarians do not know exist, is potentially very worrying indeed.  Especially if that someone, entity, or race has Dark intentions….”

“Thankfully, Azhseg is on her way as we speak,” adds Cɪrthsta, giving a thumbs-up.  “She also so happens to be piloting the Archivists’ worst enemy, which will prove to be crucial, tide-turning asset for us.”  How she knows that…; I have my guesses, but I’m glad regardless.

“Wot’s next, dehn?” asks the Witchdoctor.

“We need an army of Light-bearing souls,” I state the fact of the matter.  “We need such an army, that has no authority figures leading it yet is organized enough to stand as one, when it matters most, against the Dark and, by acting as Light-bearers, vanquish the Forces of Darkness from Eyaye – perhaps for good.”

“How are we to build such an army?” asks Bharkou.

“The army has already been assembled,” I answer.  “Our only task now is to coax the members of this army into realizing that is what they are.  This is why I founded the Freemen.  The best way to coax the army of Light-bearers into their own power is for them to be coaxed by people who were once like them.  Once they see how easy it is to wield their own Light, the dominos will fall such that the Dark cannot stop it.  Best of all, not a single shot need be fired in the process.”

Aguyu jumps in.  “I am quite concerned about the stolen relics, and what might be done with them.  I hope Azhseg will be arriving soon.”

“I’m sure there are already tools available to us, that we can use against such relics if that is what must be done,” I look over to Cɪrthsta as I speak.  A knowing smile forms on her pretty face.

“I smell a quest!” she cheers excitedly.  “Once the Way-farer arrives, I think I’d like to lead a team to the center of Eyaye so we can get our hands on those ‘tools’.”  The Merry-maker claps her hands together, while giving a sense that she doesn’t fully understand what’s been planned.

The center of Eyaye…?  An interesting proposition….  Eyaye’s interior is taught nowadays to be completely solid, with a core that’s too extreme in temperature, density, and composition for anything to survive exposure to it.  However, what Cɪrthsta is implying throws that into question.

I should join the quest, so that the Freemen can learn to operate in my absence and so I can see for myself how Eyaye is actually put together.

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Work of the Week #41

The Gatebuilders’ “Gateway” — now with friends!

gateway

>The “standard” Gateway teleports people from one area to another, and even from world to world.

>The “stellar” Gateway teleports spacecraft from one world and/or star system to another.

>The “universal” Gateway can teleport people and ships from any area, world, or system to any area/world/system located in another universe.

 

Work of the Week #23

This week’s conlang fix comes with some courtesy help from “gen” – a conlang vocabulary creator that can be found here:  http://zompist.com/gen.html

How to work “gen”:  1 ~ tell it what letters you want it to use (“Categories” box, under C, R, V, etc.).  2 ~ will there be any “Rewrite Rules” (Are any sounds changing?  Can be left blank)?  3 ~ flesh out word-forms (“Syllable types” – CV, CRV, CVCV, RV, etc…).  Other things one can mess with include how many syllables a word can have (Monosyllables) and how the results are to be spat-out (Output type).

Check out the owner’s master-site as well:  http://zompist.com/

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Sticking to Pathallea-related stuff again…, this week concerns the “Furries” and their interesting language of clicks, odd sound clusters, and seemingly endless word classes.

Here’s the document:  furries

Enjoy!

 

A Fantasium Snippet!

“Fantasium” is still in the process of being written, but currently what I give below is the first chapter of the book:

In a state of hysterical fear, a young woman wearing a worn-out, ripped-up, filthy, white, one-piece dress made of itching wool runs over the mucky soil of a dense, but dead, forest.  She stumbles over protruding roots and hearty weeds, expression wild.  Her skin marred by mud and various cuts and bruises in differing stages of healing.  Her long, matted hair, like an angry fire flickering wildly from her head, ruffles in the breeze and bobs with her frantic movements.

The female, appearing no older than a teenager, breathes heavily yet quickly; it is raspy, and her ample chest heaves greatly.  Using beaten, yet still very feminine, hands, she pushes herself forward as fast as she can; as fast as her long, slender legs will take her.

Somewhere, an angry mountain crackles.  She won’t stop to look.

She won’t stop, even when she’ll become tired and too weary to carry on.  She won’t look back to see if anyone’s pursuing her.  She doesn’t know where she is.  She doesn’t know where she’s headed – she cares not about that, for so long as she heads away from where she’d been held captive for so long.  That is all she cares about.

She escaped her prison this time, but it’ll be coming for her.  Stalking her by day and haunting her by night.  Not until she can manage to leave this hell for good.  But, who knows when that may be…

Every noise, though most are from her own self, is frightening.  Every little sound threatens to be a menace out to seize her up again.  Every light an eye watching her.  Every slight motion an enemy ready to strike.  That dark, dank, deep that held her hostage for so long.  It forces her to continue running, even when her body wants to collapse and die.

Despite herself, tears build up in her large, emerald eyes, and begin trickling down her cheeks.  She’s never been so terrified.  So vulnerable.  So mortal

Happy New Year!  🙂

JD

Pathallea ~ Snippet 3

the Resurgence

Another tease for the book…:

After more than an hour at sea, and me at the brink of absolute boredom, little Yolua scampers in, expression wild, saying that a machine is flying around in our area.

“A flying machine, Yoll?” I clarify; her statement sounds like fantasy.

“Yeah.  A flying machine, Hal,” she clarifies in return.  I’m still stupefied, however.

“That’s probably not good,” responds Uncle from the alcove that is the steering hub just on the other side of the partition separating it from the dinner table, as I am already making my way onto the deck in the hope of seeing what Yoll saw.

Good as gold, Yoll is, as I can clearly see a metallic-looking dragonfly-looking craft…

Coming right for us…

My strong heart literally skips a beat, as I scamper madly back toward the cabin.  Colliding head-on with Yoll, who was just making her way back out.  My momentum causes us both to crash against the now-closed wooden door.

Without hardly any chance on my part to even conceive of my next move, let alone to process it and much less carry it out, I feel something grab gruffly at my backside.  The force of whoever had grabbed me, pulling me up and away, was apparently enough to knock me out.

My very last recollection being Yolua’s squeal of terror in my face, and her clutching to my neck, as we were both whisked away in a flash…

 

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!  🙂

Pathallea ~ snippet 2…

Hallie pic

“Hey, girl!” comes an uncanny, somewhat musical voice from my right.  Thoe…

I snap out of my preoccupation, and quickly reach for a plate and utensils.  I start putting food on my plate, and I resist the urge to blush obscenely.

“Was that an infatuation I just witnessed, Hal?” Thoe speaks again, clearly badgering me about it.  She’s like that…

So am I, actually…

I guess that happens after spending many years with Step-dad.

“Think what you will,” I simply reply, returning a smile to her before returning once more to food.

I try to steal another look at Maphis, but no such luck this time.  He’s gone elsewhere, beyond my sights now.

“I could help you out with that, you know, given my prowess in dating,” enters Thoe again.

“Rely on a girl who cannot hold a man for more than a year?  Yeah…” I remark, confidently for once.

“Who chokes up when things get tense?”

Fair enough…

“It has to be me, Thoe,” I say, folding, “it has to be me…”

With that, I give her another kind smile, and continue on with my food business.

Another excerpt from Pathallea…

The girl in the center is named “Hallie.”  She is a human-hybrid being with four arms.

Cheers!  🙂

JD

Pathallea ~ snippet…

Break the November shut-out…:

Wewikatwa

The date was 0.1.9.7.1.0.0.0 and the 9th day of the Cycle when great King Minkathnaazrah stood on the beaches of Arkoul, in the Ile Kyira chain, and, with the awesome weight of his thousands-strong army, proceeded to lay siege to the fortress of the evil Slenka and their forces using the most advanced siege weapons of his time.  By sunset, the stronghold had been razed to the ground, and was being consumed by hungry flames whose tendrils lapped at the sky itself.  So ended the Great War…

So opens the ‘story’, otherwise called Pathallea

JD

Let’s share some lesser-known sci-fi/fantasy novels!

This is a tag…   A tag that I just made-up; because I can.

Feel free to take part, on your own blog.

Let’s do this!

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Obscure/lesser-known sci-fi/fantasy books you’ve read:

... view a larger cover image of "Aliens Ate My Homework" by Bruce Covilleselection of The Magic Tree house Booksfrom the fair in the mid 80s were bunnicula by james howe

>Aliens Ate My Homework is one of a number of books on the same theme.  Came across this book by chance at a yard sale, as a kid.  Read it and loved it.  The book title says it all — aliens, miniaturized at-first, come and suddenly start devouring a young boy’s science project (a papier-mache volcano).

>The Magic Treehouse is basically ‘Dr. Who’ and ‘Magic School Bus’ combined.  Also an extensive book-series I found by chance as a kid; this time inside my local library.  The treehouse in question is one that a brother and sister find while playing in the woods behind their house, and they find that it can take them places when they open a book kept within and wish to go there.  I was literally addicted to this series as a child.

>Bunnicula was a book-project novel one of my years in Elementary School.  It’s cute; from the perspective of house-pets that suddenly take on another — in this case, a rabbit.  Usually book-project novels aren’t very likable, but this one’s an exception.

Obscure/lesser-known books you’re currently reading:

The Rise of Ransom City by Felix GilmanThe Windup Girl

>The Rise of Ransom City is a sci-fi/fantasy book about a character named Harry Ransom, who, after a lifetime of prodigious accomplishment, decides to do one last great thing — create a utopian-like city.  The book documents the series of events that led to this feat.  Just started reading it; liking it so far.

>The Windup Girl I just finished reading.  It takes place in a future Earth where fossil fuels have run out, and calories have become the new cash.  It’s set in Thailand, and the way chapters are divided in this book has become inspiration for the division of chapters in my own book-to-be: Pathallea.

Obscure/lesser-known books you’d like to read:

Expedition book coverTop Ten Tuesdays – Covers I Wish I Could Redesign

>Expedition is a most interesting book…  It tells of an expedition by a crew of astronauts to a recently-discovered system called ‘Darwin’; specifically, to an inhabited world called ‘Darwin IV’.  All the aliens and scenery in the book were drawn by the author himself — and it’s the inspiration for a coming book of my own about an alien planet that I created.

>Partials is the first book in a series about a dystopic future wherein a virus has decimated humanity, while they battle engineered, human-like beings called ‘Partials’ for control of what’s left.  I’m looking forward to reading this series.

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Look interesting?  Why not give the books a look!  And while you’re at it, why not take part in this tag yourself; tell us about some neat, uncommon sci-fi/fantasy books you’ve come across!

Cheers!

JD