The Bonds of Daecora – Rebirth (CH 3)

[size=12][b]Rebirth[/b][/size] The following morning, daylight broke upon clear skies and Sarkan prepared to journey northwest towards home. Terrified of drawing attention with the reflective silver disk, he had taken advantage of the night’s rain and covered the Asciso Obis with a fine wet clay from a quickly receding puddle. It was not perfect, but the sun-warmed metal dried the concealment quickly and the clay bonded well. The Sipordus now hung from its chain around the peasant’s neck. Sarkan doubted the acolytes would bother to come after him, unless they somehow discovered he had taken the Sipordus. But there was no doubt instructions would be sent to the Nobles with orders to reallocate his assigned land to others, with a corresponding increase in...

The Promise

Introduction Approximately 10 years pre-Exodus. The sandstorm was well into its third night and the Company was fighting desperately to keep the tsera from collapsing under the weight of the sands.  Several had already been lost.  A man, suffering numerous wounds and burns, arrived with two young, terrified children.  He used ancient and arcane Society pass-phrases to get past the pickets and be delivered to the command tent.  Debinani had just been named Ataman, and he, Anmoch, and ancient Ralben conferred with the man in private for many hours.  When dawn came (and, coincidentally, the end of the storm), the man had succumbed to his wounds and died and both children were presented to the Company as charges.  They were not, however, trained as soldiers of the...

There was a time— (CH-1)

“Quickly! Order! This place must be put to order, he’ll be here shortly” Order was right. The warden’s office to the “Tullianum” prison, located on the fringe on a small peninsula of forgotten Aqualonian controlled land, was in terrible condition. Warden Fulna Pollus enjoyed the security and the discretion that was offered to both his position geographically and his office. Prisoners who were placed under his care were typically the type that didn’t necessarily need trials, and didn’t necessarily need to be released anytime soon. The location of the prison was more then enough reason to keep visitors away, as it sat on the end of a thin peninsula covered in rock and sand for miles. Water was provided by a well of...

The Book of Kassia — Out of the desert.

“We draw our personal darkness around us to keep us safe from the sun.” Tanith Lee ==== Father always wanted a boy.  He blamed the armaya, the curse,  that held our people in the desert that he got me; for mother’s death he blamed only me.  Though I can maybe understand that.  Only maybe though.  I do tend to do the exact wrong thing when doing the wrong thing causes the most trouble. That’s my armaya.  I couldn’t even be born right; I had to come kicking into this world feet first.  I’m surprised he didn’t just leave me in the desert then. To be honest, I call him father in name only.  A dozen different men of the company along with their women — wives, mothers, and sisters — were my family.  I was passed...

The Bonds of Daecora – The Ocul Tritae (CH 2)

[size=14][b]The Ocul Tritae[/b][/size] The storm settled in with steady rain as darkness fell. Sarkan took shelter under a low rock overhang, cast into a gentle curve of smooth stone after millennia of wind and sand. He lay on his back, exhausted from his flight from the excavation site. Propped against the sloping rock wall, the great rune-inscribed disk was illuminated by the frequent lightning. [i]What are you?[/i] Sarkan questioned in the confines of his mind. There was no response, though he was sure he could feel a presence hovering over him, or perhaps within him. “What are you?” he asked aloud. [i]I am your path to power, your…[/i]“Yes, you said all that before. But what manner of being are you?”There was a moment of pause. [i]I was once a...

Rilen

Rilen, stop! Please! The desert of Stygia was worse than the stories he’d heard. Which was surprising, since those in Aquilonia are often quick to exaggerate everything else about that hellish land. Still, if you don’t want to be found, and water isn’t a concern, there are scant few places that would serve better. I have to do this. In the years since he’d left – or more accurately, had been run out of – Poitain, he’d searched for other places to disappear. Unfortunately, of all the things humanity does well, learning to survive in the strangest and harshest of places is certainly one of them. Just ask the Cimmerians. The hardships faced there define them as people. They have adapted; they are strong – instead of...