Post by Silvion on Aug 27, 2004 13:45:27 GMT -5
based on the Deverry cycle written by the best Auhot alive Katherinne Kerr. Hop you guys will enjoy.
Deverry, Arcodd Province
1072 C.D
fear not the dweomer, for it serves the light
the fool will cross his fingers and be scared
not the Elcion Lacar, masters of the Westlands
closest to the Etheric they live
* Aderyn, wise one of the westlands
Perched on the windowsill Cad watched the salamanders in the fire. Tumbling over one another they rubbed their backs against the burning logs in the hearth. Cad reminded himself he had a job to done and again concentrated on the pages filled with black marks. His father had told him that if he studied hard enough, in the end he would be able to read them and somehow form them into words and lines. As of now he couldn’t make ane jot off it. Silyan, the scribe, sighed and shoved the book away. Enough for today, my lord”, he said, and leapt onto the ground. Cad kept sulking in the windowsill :”Cursed reading! I don’t understand one jot off it, why do I have to learn to read anyway”? “Because your father says so, my lord. All members off the stag clan learn to read, and so you father sees to it that you will learn you letters too, just like he did all those years ago”. “oh, I know.”Cad said “But its so tedious at times”. Cad clampered down to the ground untill he stood next to Silyan, who gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, made a bow and left the chamber. Cad liked the man, but he was just like the rest in most ways. Everyone thinks me daft, Cad thought sourly. And truly, Cad was not far from the truth. He was oftenly the gossip of the day among the servants. No one could blame them though, the heir to the Tyrhienin rambling on about the Wildfolk and such. Sure, all kids talk about them, but at the age of 13 a man should be thinking about joining the warband of his father, not play with invisible friends. Not that Cad really cared about the gossiping, he had other things on his mind. Tired from the reading-lessons he walked downstairs towards the great-hall. When he entered it was just emptying after the midday-meal. A few riders still sat dicing on their side of the hall, but his father was nowhere to be seen. It was to the better he knew. Although he loved his father Lord Cadmear the First, he also feared his rage. The scribe undoubtetly would have told him off his son staring into the hearth like a lackwit. Not that Silyan would have formulated it like that, it would’ve cost him his head. Cad took one last look at the Great-hall and quickly crossed it. The kitchen door stood open and his stomach reminded him that he was pretty hungry. He called a kitchen-lass and bullied her into giving him a piece of bread. He strolled out through the back-door. Whilst eating his bread he kept up a steady pace. He had decided to spent the rest off the afternoon in the garden, the one place in the Dun he truly loved. It was a beautifull beacon off Nature, the garden that is. Although it was small, the place was clustered with rose-bushes, hyacinths, blue-leaves, various strong-smelling herbs and even a pair off Palm-trees imported from the far-off exotic islands Deverry men call Bardek. In the midst off al that floral splendour stood a small marble fountain. Cadmear the Second, heir to the Tierhyrin of the Stag clan, to give him his full title seated himself at the base of it, hung his hand in the cool water and looked around. Although no one but he could see them, the garden was literally sprawling with the elemental spirits men called Wildfolk. Although dismissed by allmost evryone as non-excisting beings from old children-tails the Wildfolk where real enough. Animals and children upto 3 years old could see them, because of the way they stood closer to nature. On the Etheric plane the Wildfolk where beautifull creatures with no real body’s. Pulsing and glowing with every color you could think off they swarmed on their homeplane unbodered by the passing of time. On the Physical plane they had solid body’s. Gnomes not larger then baby’s played between the bushes while Sprites hovered above them and watched them play their game, occasionally piching a bold gnome who came to see who this onlookers where. Udines sailed through the water while above them the spirits of Aethyr, sylphs just visible as bluish thickenings of the air, hovered around each other. A braun gnome, all warts and big belly, popped into manifestation on Cads lap. .... he stroked the little creature who in return grinned at him. This particular fellow Cad knew since it seemed forever and he considered it his best friend. The tiny creature rolled onto his back and let Cad scratch its belly. Cad let his mind wander off. He thought about his father and the captain of the warband who already started to badger him into joining the warband. As a noble-born lord he started learning to ride the horse at the age off 3. Frankly Cad loved to ride, that was not the problem. It was just that he hated everything that had to do with war, battles and battle-glory. His father had told him about great victories on the battle-field and earning the respect of other men by killing enemy’s and such, but Cad still hated it. Not that he had told his father about the way he thought about riding in the warband. Whenever his Dad talked about it Cad just smiled and always put on a great show off being eager to fight his first battle, but in reality he was afraid. putting off thoughts about the inevitable day of joining the men in the warband. His Fouteenth birthday came closer and closer and as ritual demanded in that particular part of Arcodd all Noble-born lords where introduced into their fathers warbands at that age. While he was pondering about that problem the sun moved lower and lower. Suddenly he jumped up. His gnome stood some inches away and laughed soundlessly.”You little rascal!” Cad said ”why did you pinch me?”. The Gnome straightened up and with one last grin it dissapeared. Cad looked up, the sun was allmost gone behind the broch walls and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before the dish was served at the honour-table. He walked off towards the Great-hall underwhile rubbing his painfull buttocks.
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While normally in a good mood, Silvion noticed that Dany was in a black mood today. Normally he would talk you the ears of your head, but as of now he rode a little ahead on the road without speaking. Staring at his broad back Silvion remembered how he met this peculiar Silver Dagger...
More to come...
Deverry, Arcodd Province
1072 C.D
fear not the dweomer, for it serves the light
the fool will cross his fingers and be scared
not the Elcion Lacar, masters of the Westlands
closest to the Etheric they live
* Aderyn, wise one of the westlands
Perched on the windowsill Cad watched the salamanders in the fire. Tumbling over one another they rubbed their backs against the burning logs in the hearth. Cad reminded himself he had a job to done and again concentrated on the pages filled with black marks. His father had told him that if he studied hard enough, in the end he would be able to read them and somehow form them into words and lines. As of now he couldn’t make ane jot off it. Silyan, the scribe, sighed and shoved the book away. Enough for today, my lord”, he said, and leapt onto the ground. Cad kept sulking in the windowsill :”Cursed reading! I don’t understand one jot off it, why do I have to learn to read anyway”? “Because your father says so, my lord. All members off the stag clan learn to read, and so you father sees to it that you will learn you letters too, just like he did all those years ago”. “oh, I know.”Cad said “But its so tedious at times”. Cad clampered down to the ground untill he stood next to Silyan, who gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, made a bow and left the chamber. Cad liked the man, but he was just like the rest in most ways. Everyone thinks me daft, Cad thought sourly. And truly, Cad was not far from the truth. He was oftenly the gossip of the day among the servants. No one could blame them though, the heir to the Tyrhienin rambling on about the Wildfolk and such. Sure, all kids talk about them, but at the age of 13 a man should be thinking about joining the warband of his father, not play with invisible friends. Not that Cad really cared about the gossiping, he had other things on his mind. Tired from the reading-lessons he walked downstairs towards the great-hall. When he entered it was just emptying after the midday-meal. A few riders still sat dicing on their side of the hall, but his father was nowhere to be seen. It was to the better he knew. Although he loved his father Lord Cadmear the First, he also feared his rage. The scribe undoubtetly would have told him off his son staring into the hearth like a lackwit. Not that Silyan would have formulated it like that, it would’ve cost him his head. Cad took one last look at the Great-hall and quickly crossed it. The kitchen door stood open and his stomach reminded him that he was pretty hungry. He called a kitchen-lass and bullied her into giving him a piece of bread. He strolled out through the back-door. Whilst eating his bread he kept up a steady pace. He had decided to spent the rest off the afternoon in the garden, the one place in the Dun he truly loved. It was a beautifull beacon off Nature, the garden that is. Although it was small, the place was clustered with rose-bushes, hyacinths, blue-leaves, various strong-smelling herbs and even a pair off Palm-trees imported from the far-off exotic islands Deverry men call Bardek. In the midst off al that floral splendour stood a small marble fountain. Cadmear the Second, heir to the Tierhyrin of the Stag clan, to give him his full title seated himself at the base of it, hung his hand in the cool water and looked around. Although no one but he could see them, the garden was literally sprawling with the elemental spirits men called Wildfolk. Although dismissed by allmost evryone as non-excisting beings from old children-tails the Wildfolk where real enough. Animals and children upto 3 years old could see them, because of the way they stood closer to nature. On the Etheric plane the Wildfolk where beautifull creatures with no real body’s. Pulsing and glowing with every color you could think off they swarmed on their homeplane unbodered by the passing of time. On the Physical plane they had solid body’s. Gnomes not larger then baby’s played between the bushes while Sprites hovered above them and watched them play their game, occasionally piching a bold gnome who came to see who this onlookers where. Udines sailed through the water while above them the spirits of Aethyr, sylphs just visible as bluish thickenings of the air, hovered around each other. A braun gnome, all warts and big belly, popped into manifestation on Cads lap. .... he stroked the little creature who in return grinned at him. This particular fellow Cad knew since it seemed forever and he considered it his best friend. The tiny creature rolled onto his back and let Cad scratch its belly. Cad let his mind wander off. He thought about his father and the captain of the warband who already started to badger him into joining the warband. As a noble-born lord he started learning to ride the horse at the age off 3. Frankly Cad loved to ride, that was not the problem. It was just that he hated everything that had to do with war, battles and battle-glory. His father had told him about great victories on the battle-field and earning the respect of other men by killing enemy’s and such, but Cad still hated it. Not that he had told his father about the way he thought about riding in the warband. Whenever his Dad talked about it Cad just smiled and always put on a great show off being eager to fight his first battle, but in reality he was afraid. putting off thoughts about the inevitable day of joining the men in the warband. His Fouteenth birthday came closer and closer and as ritual demanded in that particular part of Arcodd all Noble-born lords where introduced into their fathers warbands at that age. While he was pondering about that problem the sun moved lower and lower. Suddenly he jumped up. His gnome stood some inches away and laughed soundlessly.”You little rascal!” Cad said ”why did you pinch me?”. The Gnome straightened up and with one last grin it dissapeared. Cad looked up, the sun was allmost gone behind the broch walls and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before the dish was served at the honour-table. He walked off towards the Great-hall underwhile rubbing his painfull buttocks.
******************************
While normally in a good mood, Silvion noticed that Dany was in a black mood today. Normally he would talk you the ears of your head, but as of now he rode a little ahead on the road without speaking. Staring at his broad back Silvion remembered how he met this peculiar Silver Dagger...
More to come...
