Sayani’s story

‘Why me?’  At some point, I suppose everyone asks ‘why me?’  I have come to the conclusion that the only appropriate answer is ‘why not?’ When I was younger, the answer was easy, the question rarely asked, because we were born to it.  We knew no other life.  And as the adults did not talk much about the past, not to us, anyway, most of us born of the desert knew little of what the alternatives were. What is there to say?  I was born to a mother who had herself lived her entire life in the desert.  She never saw anything else.  All she ever knew was the sand and the wind.  And me?  I never knew her.  She died before I was old enough to remember anything at all.  But then, so many died.  We wandered for more than a lifetime. ...

The Bonds of Daecora – Manifest Destiny (CH 1)

[size=14][b]Manifest Destiny[/b][/size] [b]Stygia – Present Day[/b] A backhanded strike came swiftly and quite unexpectedly, spinning Sarkan to his knees. The heavy rings that adorned the acolyte’s hand adequately amplified his displeasure, leaving a trail of broken skin from cheekbone to jaw. “Illiterate filth, I should have you digging with the slaves,” Acolyte Hinsh spat out. “I said bring the Eighth Tolna scroll – this is the Luxur Hasagim scroll. Return this and bring me the proper document you worthless peasant! Fail to return before shadow falls on me, and you will be among the first offerings this evening.” Sarkan could have argued that the scroll was handed to him by another acolyte from the encampment and the error was not his own, but he...

The Book of Debinani – Chapter 10 – Where we walk.

I am clean.  Scoured pure by wind and sand.  All that remains in the crucible is wind and fire. I was born to the armaya, the curse.  Born to the Rose & Swords and the desert of a woman who I am told was soft and weak and taken for her water shortly after I came squalling into this world.  They say I am son to the betrayer himself, that I have his eyes and his countenance, though none can know for certain.  I will not take his name as other sons of the curse do of their Company fathers and grandfathers.  An oath is a sacred thing, even when given to an evil whore of a witch. I was raised as all children of the curse, taught the ways of sand and water and the Annals and Code of the Company as we huddled in our tsera beneath the sands during the days, and...

The Bonds of Daecora – Prologue

[b][size=14]Prologue[/size][/b] Stygia – Centuries Past The Priesthood deemed the site sacred, as evidenced by the orientation of the myriad trails gifted to the desert sands by the revered sidewinders and their serpent-kind. The Oaiti Temple, once completed, offered a small sanctuary on the route east from Khopshef Province to the city of Luxor. Lhatar, a ranked priest of Set, presided over the temple and ordained its completion through a magnificent weeklong sacrifice of surviving slaves to the mighty Serpent. The gift of power did not flow freely from Set, and in Lhatar’s quest for arcane knowledge through study and worship many captured souls crossed to the realm of death in the name of the Snake Lord. Followers found convenient offerings through the...