Dessa

something i have been thinking about for some time now but only recently given real consideration. i was debating whether or not to write dessa as episodic. you know take certain points both high and low and write only about them, not try to string them together as one long story, which if i did i would only be able to write a small part of her story. you see the thing begins when she is 19/20 and ends either at 43 or 47. it takes place over a long period of time and trying to link the whole thing smoothly would be both a pain and prevent it from flowing correctly.

and i really have no interest in stringing this one out. so i think i'll go episodic.

i have already thought of a few of the episodes. my favorite so far is one where she is interviewed at the end. she has turned herself in (allowed herself to be caught) and gives permission for an interview. she gets pissed at all the experienced reporters because their questions are what she feels are formulaic and informed but not insightful.

so she picks a young woman a... let's see, something that's equivalent to a college student who has little experience, somehow dessa caught a small time newspaper type thing with one of her articles in it and liked it.

i am working on the interview now. i'll bring it to ya as soon as i can.

Dessa

wanna meet my outlaw-- she ain't very nice. but here she is. Keep in mind this is a very shortened version. the original was lost some time ago and i am recunstructing this from memory. I have also only had a small amount of time actually re-writing. there will be more detail to follow. please-- give advice and such.

Dessa– main character. Was irritatingly good. Is now a criminal mafia leader type. Sorta organizes the un-organizable riff raff into her little "empire" becomes incredibly powerful and wealthy. Chooses to go back to prison in her 40s cause she’s sick of free life.

Dega– riddick like character. Big, attractive, deadly. Relationship to Dessa– they escaped the Kreian together. They are lovers/haters/allies/enemies/everything you could imagine two people could be to each other

Joshua Oboke– a man (almost too attractive) that has connections (blood) with the royal family and is a member of the military. He is actually a competent officer. She meets him at a fancy "family" shindig while she is on a job. He takes to her and they go and shag in a side room. While arranging themselves after she stuns him (knocks out) and leaves him to finish her job. They meet again many times there after, and she knocks him on his ass almost everytime. May or may not be the man who arrests her in the end.

Shaz– Dessa’s right hand. She is always drunk yet has a stunningly accurate shot. Anything that can be fired is her bitch and opponents are smoke. "Runs" the bar. Shows Dessa how to survive and thrive on Cloaca.

Grizzer– the old man on the kreian that takes Dessa in and teaches her to survive the dark side of humanity. He is her mentor and friend. When she escapes he chooses to stay behind. He chose to go there in the first place and wants to stay. It is his "home" and he is a type of king there.

Cloaca– the "dead" planet where the criminals rule due to it being outside official rrf territory. There are zones of the city which determine where folks can trespass. The city with the landing ports is common territory. Everyone can work, live, visit there. The outlying areas are filled with those who make cloaca their home. Most are there because they cannot live in rrf territory. They fiercely defend their homes from the people who just run through the port. Port folks use liaisons to do business with those in locals-only. It is paradoxically safer in locals-only than in port city simply because everyone is aware of how dangerous everyone else in the city is and they adopt a policy of live and let. Trespassers are another story and may be dispatched with in any number of ways including the most common, rats/street rats= the children of locals-only.

Apple/british– no one knows where he’s from, doesn’t really matter. He is called apple because his face is very round and he always looks like he’s just eaten a sour one. British because he has a crappy and badly effected english accent. He is not too smart and is used primarily as a liaison between port and locals-only. Is dessa’s bitch because she chose not to kill him when he tried to attack her just after she’d arrived on Cloaca and entered locals-only.

Solomon– aka God. This man is the go to guy on cloaca for information. Has many addictions, most of them expensive. Despite this is very high functioning and smart. He is known for being wily and cunning.

Dessa was a goody-two shoes type. She was a girl from a moderately successful family and went into the military as soon as she was legally allowed.

She was picked by one of those ultra-secret groups to be their guinea pig. They wanted her to infiltrate the criminal rings operating on the citadel where she was stationed. In order to control her they implanted a biotechnical device theat grows to fit. It is located at the base of the brain and controls all functions and feelings. She is caught and abandoned by the group.

She is transported to a planetary prison, known as a kreian, where she meets Grizzer and Dega.
With Dega and a few others they recycle a bunch of terraforming equipment and turn it into a barely functional ship. When they launch off the planet they immediately issue a distress call.

They take over the ship that answers and kill all the occupants. They then redirect immediately to Cloaca and out of the RRFs territory.

All members split up and go their own ways. Some decide to go back into rrf territory. Others stay on the planet. She is one.

She goes to a bar Grizzer told her about and claims it. It is a true hole in the wall in the locals only part of Cloaca. Locals-only is a completely separate entity on the planet. It is considered a separate city despite the fact that it surrounds and completely engulfs the central port city.
There she meets shaz. The two hit it off as best as two people here can. Shaz essentially moves under the bar (literally) and dessa takes her room. Slowly shaz reveals how the bar makes money and where all the secret spots are– like the massive apt right above the bar which can only be accessed via another secret area behind it.

Dessa networks and engages in both direct and indirect criminal activities all the while taking over other, less well controlled networks, and criminal activities on the planet. Eventually she dominates the whole place and even controls a lot of activity off planet and in rrf territory. All of it is loosely organized and shaz is propped up as the "head." At some point Shaz is killed because of this. She even inveigles her way into rrf and civilian politics via favors she has handed out and performed for them.

At some point for some reason she decides to "retire." She turns herself into the authorities without fight on the promise that she will be returned to the Kreian to live out her life, and not be harmed in any way or kept for a significant length of time in any other holding facility.
There are many well-meant but needless attempts to "rescue" her by her allies and loyal followers. She rejects them all. She is returned to the Kreian where she finds Grizzer almost dead. They enjoy a brief reconciliation before he dies and passes the planets "throne" off to her.
The End.

sidekicks

want more-- and i've got it, including a bit about a really nasty waitress, just ask...

sidekicks part 2

As I said earlier I am between soups. I wanted a vacation but apparently there is a slight shortage of trained sidekicks to train the B’s. (B’s is short for newB’s) Why do I say there is a shortage? two very important reasons: 1: I am not on vacation. I just finished a span of 18 months with a friendly fellow who’s favorite phrase was "Come here my pet". He loved to say anything that had some version of pet=animal slave companion in it. My name by the way is Petrina Ovskova. I prefer Petri because I loved the little guy in the Land Before Time movie. I also answer to Petra. No one calls me Pet. He was irritating. A little creepy. His "power" consisted of clearing large areas of all life with the ability to move via stench. He was also a bit of a star wars geek and wanted to carry a light-saber. We had to explain that light-sabers aren’t real and wouldn’t work as no one would get close enough to him to fight him. He had basic hygiene problems as well.

After him I deserved a vacation. After every assignment guild law states that a sidekick may have one month of personal vacation. It does not matter the length of the actual assignment. This is a law guarded zealously. They begged me to post-pone. What can I say. I am a sucker for higher-ups on their knees weeping.

Two: I may have a fair amount of experience but I am only a journeyman. I don’t know what you know of guilds but it works like this at the basic level– apprentice, journeyman, master, instructor. There are tests between the levels, and you are invited to take them. You do not choose to. The instructor stage is officially achieved by few. Not many want it. Those who do are usually shot. If the names aren’t clear enough let me rephrase: bitch, stooge, masochist, asshole.
The apprentices are the bitches of the guild. If you can’t comprehend that put this book down now and read something less challenging like Elmo’s ABCs. Journeymen do the less pleasant dirty work. We do as told, or are supposed to. We are newly, relatively, minted sidekicks and are given the less pleasant tasks, mundane stuff, and incompetent soups. Masters are the folks who’ve been doing the job a while, know what to do, how to do it, and get the good assignments. The instructors are the idiots who train the B’s. They are supposed to be the best. They are usually just the rest. They do not go out on assignments, they do not deal with the soups, and they do not advise B’s or journeymen.

I am teaching the B’s. I don’t particularly want to as this means I must spend time in the Academy. If you are thinking it is some cool ancient building in Europe or spiffy upscale thing in New York City– stop. The academy is an industrial brick P.O.S in downtown Detroit. A lot of stuff happens in Detroit. I personally think the city as a whole has it in for me. The feeling is mutual.

There are a few positives in being here though. They are: Stan, Vic, Rodney, Jane, Kael and Rashida. Stan, Vic, and Rodney are the best sidekicks in the world. Stan is 42, legally blind, has regulation male pattern balding, two teenage boys, and a wife from the 3rd or 4th circle. Vic is in his upper sixties, fake teeth and is deaf in one ear. Rodney is the worlds biggest geek. I am convinced that the comic book store guy on the Simpsons was taken directly from him. They are always in demand and are so good they have all gone free lance. I.e. they are attached to nobody in particular but will do whatever needs done for whomever needs it. Stan is the database guy and is very shy. Vic can bitch-slap anyone back into shape. Rodney knows everything about everyone and wears his Star Trek captains uniform as if it were one. Despite his geekiness I think he is fantastic. He is one of the sweetest men in the world and is the only man I have ever met who actually stopped traffic for two hours on an interstate in order to let a turtle cross. I am still not certain why he is not dead.

Jane, Kael, and Rashida are second only to the triumvirate (those men I just mentioned). Rashida is 27, African-American, a super-genius, electronic guru, and mechanical wonder. Jane is 36 and a PR wiz. She also has the world’s best people skills and could convince the Pope he was Satan if she so desired. She has a six year old daughter and is around 7 months pregnant with kid number two. Kael is scary. He is 35, 6'3", Scottish, a pheremone sponge, and more attractive than Brad Pitt slathered in honey. He has upper level belts in at least three martial arts (I can’t spell, pronounce, or remember them correctly so I won’t even try), and can kick ass as effectively or more than some of the bouncy-boys he protects.

The tribunal, as I call the second three, are not in residence in Detroit as is the triumvirate. I like making names up for people and groups. They rarely catch on and I am the only one who uses them. This group only shows when they need help or general raw meat. Apprentices are excellent meat. When large scale work needs done, such as building repair or clean-up, whatever a solo sidekick cannot do-- we use the meat. It's handy and we get to claim that it teaches discipline or some such bull.

On to Kael. I want Kael. I really want Kael. Kael is not aware my ancestors crawled out of the ocean. I think this has to do with the fact that he is really hot and dates super-models, and I don't exactly fit that description (see above). Well... I shouldn’t say date exactly. He takes’m to dinner then sleeps with them after. Crude I know– but true none-the-less. I know this about him yet I still want him. I do not understand. Whatever. Why do we women do this to ourselves.

*sigh*

sidekicks part 1

as some of you may already know and some not, here is a partially hashed out story on what it is like to truly be a sidekick.

I am a sidekick. A professional sidekick. Think you know about sidekicks? Truth is you probably do. Sorta. I’d like to pretend we are some big secret but thanks to certain folks, Robin, Q , the word is out. There is, however, a side to us sidekicks you may be unaware of, a less glamorous side. That’s where my merry men and I come in. I suppose I shouldn’t say men as there are women in the group and we aren’t all that rare. Yet the title "merry men" amuses me and I like the allusion. Merry persons really doesn’t have the same ring to it.

A sidekick’s job is simple– simple not easy, keep that in mind it’s a very important distinction. What is our job? To keep the super-heroes alive so they can do their job. Do you really think Mr. Wayne is always in top shape. Hell no! I have it straight from Rob (that’s shortened if you hadn’t caught that) that he has a penchant for Yoohoos, Cheetos, and potato Vodka, fortunately not all at the same time, that would take out a horse. I don’t really understand why he specifically likes potato vodka, I thought it was supposed to be particularly nasty, but he really has a secret love of it or something. Anyhow Rob and Alfred routinely have to search the house on seek and destroy missions to clean it out. I do not envy them the task. Mr. Wayne has a big house. I’ve been there.

They also have a years supply of Asprin and Starbucks coffee to ease Mr. Grumpy back into the suit. And considering he’s one of the world’s best martial artists that can be a bruising ordeal.
Then there’s Spiderman; the supposedly neighborhood radioactive super-genius with a knack for finding Schizos in cheesy Halloween costumes, an uncanny skill for yoga, and next to no money. Just how do you think he got and maintains that spiffy spandex suit? Do you really think he took up sewing in his non-existent spare time and whipped that outfit up. That’s not counting the half dozen others he always needs in reserve to replace the ones he’s just turned to tatters. Oh please. That man has no home-ec in him. Well, unless you consider cooking up slightly volatile concoctions at a moments notice.

Spidey’s what we declare a pro-bono case. We being the sidekicks if you’ve already forgotten. He has no money to do what he does, unlike Bat or Quest, but he is still one of the hardest working super-heroes you’ll ever meet. He’s also a genuinely good guy and that is a peculiarity among the rush-n-rescue set.

Despite the fact that I am rather good at whining and classifying people, as you can see, I don’t like it. Every time I do it it irritates me. My job is wonderful, truly it is. I get paid far more than I should be, never have to work regular hours, have fantastic health benefits, and get to go on regular trips around the world. All I have to do is run around like a headless chicken soften landings, maintain equipment, sooth ruffled feathers (both real and figurative), and anything else the great spandex legion needs to stay alive to do their jobs. I don’t have to worry about the crazies trying to come after me, I don’t have to constantly work out and watch what I eat. And my personal favorite perk of being a sidekick– that would be the not being in perpetual danger of dying bit. Yay! I get to stay alive. Woo!

Now about me. This is hard. Really hard. I don’t know how to be objective about myself. I don’t know how to be objective about much unless it falls under the title "possible world destruction" or "possible world takeover", I can also handle invasions pretty well. I am moody, sarcastic, snippy, competent, inconsistent, and never forget, downright odd. That’s what I’m told at least. Ok what else– um, my hair is brown, wavy if it’s down which it rarely is, and waist-length. I don’t notice it much because I find it irritating and therefore always have it in a bun or ponytail. Buns, I say, are for old ladies and lazy young women. My eyes are also brown. I find them unremarkable. They are on my face, I have two of them, and they are at the same general level. I am overweight but eating more fruit and therefore losing some of it. Overweight is really underwritten, damn my conscience!, I’m just over 200 pounds. Happy now? I’m not. I want you to think I look like a super-model, but I don’t. On to knew things. I am 5'6". Usually you will find me in old, worn, quite possibly stained, t-shirts and jeans. I hate to shop for clothes so I wear what I have until obvious holes emerge. I wear no make-up. And I have pimples.

Right now I am in-between soups. Oh, I should probably tell you that I use a lot of nicknames, jargon, and abbreviations, and acronyms I think they are called, I use those too. Personal lingo is just one of my personal faults. Usually what I say should be obvious. If it isn’t I will try to explain. If I don’t– sorry. You’ll just have to think for once and try to figure it out on your own. Oh, and a "soup" is a super-hero. There are jokes involved. We also call them, mega/mighty men, thong-busters, shock-absorbers, the spandex legion, and many other slightly embarrassing things as I am sure you will find out. And no we do not call them these things to their faces. They tend to be very touchy about the costumes– and they can kill us.
Anyhow I am in between soups. You would think this would mean that I was in between jobs and would get a nice soothing break wouldn’t you. Well you’d be wrong. As I said I am a professional sidekick. It isn’t just a job title– it’s a guild. Yup, a guild. There was a recent movement to turn it into a Union but that was declared risky as it would allow too much independence and free-thinking (My words not the guild's). The guild is old. I don’t know when we were founded exactly, part of that cloak-and-dagger bull that guilds always seem to pull, but I think it was sometime around the 12th century when Robinhood was running about in pre-spandex tights and a cocky cap. Someone also gave us a lot of money at one point. Another of those "dark secrets" everyone but me cares about.

Anyhow the guild is a pretty intense thing. Once you’re in you’re in. Lifetime membership, excellent benefits, excitement and employment guaranteed; just promise your soul in exchange for the promise of eternal silence upon the subject of the guild and all guild related topics and allow small explosive devices to planted in delicate and important spots all over your body. The guild doesn’t take chances.

Since I am in the guild I am guaranteed continuous employment. I have a fair amount of sidekicking experience, therefore my employment is now in the training of new recruits. Until I am reassigned at least. We try to cull from the family, i.e. the people born to guild members or who are somehow directly related. Unfortunately not everyone is up to standards. And everyone is screened before they enter the guild. That soul for silence bit wasn’t that much of an exaggeration. You can’t talk to anyone non-guild about the guild, family and friends included. When they turn 16 all guild-babies are screened. Those accepted are trained, those who fail go on to lived the same screwed lives as us; just without the "I am a secret sidekick" sign hanging from their necks. To fill the gaps recruiters roam various places, like high-schools, universities, zoos, for people who look like they might work. If they can be tackled or flirted with or otherwise generally contacted they too are screened.

That is how I was found.

dessa-- a funny conversation

"You take money for sex?"
"Yes."
"So you’re a whore?"
"I’m an opportunist."
"Who moonlights as a whore."
"No."
"But–"
"I take money for sex when the situation suits me. It rarely does. Whoring is a career. Moonlighting implies a second career. I do not have a career. I do not have a job. I am an opportunist. I take opportunities I like when they arise."
"That’s just semantics. You’re still a–"
"I don’t like you anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"No. Like my knife?" She pulled a two-foot blade from the sheath strapped to her thigh. "See how it reflects the light? It’s not just shiny. It’s bright. I do love bright things. And it’s ever so sharp." With a roll of her wrist the blade’s edge snapped to the counter. In its way had been a wooden bowl of plenkins. Now there were two wooden spoon rests and plenkins on the counter. The man scuttled off.
"Gah. Whad ya gone do that fer? You know woods ‘spensive." The new voice was rough but weak. The woman’s long curly black hair was a mess as always and the black men’s tank and trou were almost falling off her lanky form.
"I wanted plenkins."
"Ooh plenkins! And ya split’m already. How you do that? I can’t never get’m so clean."
"Knife’s sharp." A severe frown furrowed the woman’s brow as she took note of the weapon.
"That ain’t a knife."
"It’s metal. It’s sharp."
"Might as well call a sword a butter knife."
"Sword’s a knife too."
"No it ain’t!"
"A big knife."
"You do this just to piss me off."
"Why else?"
"Who were ya talkin’ to?"
"Some guy– wanted sex."
"Why weren’t ya nice to ‘im. By the way he run off there ‘n the look in his face you weren’t real nice. Coulda stole his chips."
"Did."
"How much ya get?"
"Don’t know haven’t checked."
"Give’m ta me. I’ll check’n stash those babies."
"Careful."
"Why?"
"You are in danger of appearing sober."
"Excuse me!"
"You are unusually coherent. I suggest you start drinking heavily."
"Sober! Blech! How dare you make such an awful accusation. I can’t risk my rep like that. Shouldn’ta got out a bed today. Coulda got drunk just as easy down there."
"Sorry I woke you." The lanky woman was slapping items on the counter. A glass and a bottle of something questionable but unquestionably strong. She didn’t drink weak. She also apparently didn’t use glasses.
"There is a glass there. You even got it out yourself."
"Hm?"
"The glass. To be drunk out of. You are chugging the bottle."
"Might as well. Save a glass."
"Excuse me ladies." Together they looked at this latest intrusion on their little paradise. He looked to be a polite pirate wannabe. Over tight pants. Fluffy white shirt. Expensive looking and clean. Not from around here. Besides ain’t nobody a lady on this planet but the transvestites over at the dock.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name isn’t important–" The two women rolled their eyes. The not-fully-sober one opened her mouth:
"No shit, dumbass. If it were we’d know it. We asked who you were not what yer name was."
"Um... well. I can’t say I understand." The fluffy man was obviously taken aback.
"We, for example are bartenders. Shaz is the one who just insulted you. Her name it’s best ya know. Now. Who are you? Or should I make this easier. What are you and what are you bothering me for?"
"Oh... I am a spaceship captain... and I uh, am here–"
"Points are good. Make some. Fast. I have a short attention span."
"I need beef." She and fluffy just stared at each other. Shaz was chugging again. The woman on the stool was wondering why her ass hurt at just that spot and he was begining to sweat. The women did not find him at all interesting or intimidating. He was about to need a change of pants.
"...and you are telling us this because– why?" She just sat there. On arm resting casually upon the counter. The other dangling at her side with the weapon still in her hand.
"I thought I could get some from you."
"Do we look like damned cattle farmers." Shaz was not one to take insults. Intended or not.
"Ranchers." The woman with the weapon was looking at him with disgust but speaking to Shaz.
"What?"
"You ranch cattle. You don’t farm it. Unless you stick them in the ground and weed out the chickens."
"Yeah, um... whatever. We ain’t cattle people. Yeah. No cows here. This is a very dirty bar. We serve liquids of varying levels of toxicity. Not cows. Unless you want them fermented and served in a glass. We can do that. Just give us time."
"Uh. What? Wait don’t answer that. I was made to understand you could get things here. Things you’re not supposed to get. Can you?"
"Shaz?"
"Yeah?"
"I am confused."
"Me too."
"Nice to know."
"Dammit are you two being thick intentionally? I need to get a hold of some beef. I was told you could get it. I have money and can pay."
"Get out."
"What?"
"Like my knife?"
"Gah! Girl– that ain’t a knife. Stop calling it that. It’s a damn shimkir! I’m going to sleep." She dropped down. There was a thud, a shwish, a creek, and a thunk. She was gone. The hammock under the bar being put to good use yet again.
"Get out you moron. You don’t come to us for cow. It may be illegal but that don’t mean we deal it. Go to someone a little closer to the core. Or you could just find yerself a rancher and buy it. Got it. You are irritating."
At that she turned and sucked the centre out of the remaining split plenkin and whacked a couple of others. The man walked out and was knifed by a rat.

he he he

an idea

can gods get amnesia?

what happens when one does? how does he get it?

what if Thor lost his memory? how would it happen and why? obviously loki would have to be partially responsible. i forsee a conflict between his wife and his mistress (who'd a thought). one should have conspired with loki to kill thor (obviously that failed) and the other should find him and work to save him and his memory.

i am thinking he is found and has total memory loss though not a scratch on him (it's that god invulnerablity/ easy healing bit). he is in a mall food court type place with his new friends and one notices a woman staring at him like she's seen a ghost (surprise).

this will be either his wife or mistress (to be determined). she mouths "thor" and walks up to him. he asks if he knows her and she replies with "do you have a tattoo of an hammer on the inside of your right wrist"

he does. it's actually where he stores mjollnir. (magik is cool) he refuses to believe at first *gasp*.

...after that i have no clue what happens. obviously she tells him. they run about a bit, mostly hiding from loki and his buddy (wife/mistress), until thor regains his memory.
hmm...

whaddya ya'll think? and who do you think should be trying to kill him and who trying to save him?

p.s. any questions? go here=> http://www.godchecker.com/pantheon/index.php

me vikings

warnings-- like all my stories this one is not finished

CHARACTER LIST
Safi- the Wyrd girl on the beach
Jalo- son of lord Hegjungd (Gerard Butler)
Hegjungd- lord of the Rathyar
Rawlwar- Jalo’s best friend (Tony Curran)
Garthlock- Heg’s best friend and cousin, has Vagna’s humor
Vagna- Garth’s wife, no concept of humor, sarcasm, or subtlety
Thondlar- Garth’s and Vagna’s son and youngest member of Jalo’s crew
Turek- sort of healer under Vagna, her nephew-in-law
Gunther- Turek’s father, Garth’s bro
Ladka/ Pumska- the twins, orphaned: ma died at der birth pa died 8 yrs later
adopted by Heg
Kriegan: Gawain from King Arthur
Larson- Tommy Flanigan
Beomer-Jalo’s dead bro
She was wet. And cold. Long ago she had lost the feeling in her thighs. She looked down to check for missing fingers. Her foot plopped into the rocky sand. The time was passing and the sun moving but night was day to her and all time was one and none. She had been in the expanse for some time. How long was beyond her. Sometime during the third day she had become lost. Her soul seemed to have taken flight from her body for she only noticed the world in snatched breaths. She had been swimming and running and plodding along so long that it seemed her body knew no other action. Although she had not eaten in what was likely days her body took no notice. Her feet just kept moving.
She had to keep walking. It was her only thought. If she thought. Of a sudden she was on the ground. Looking back she saw the remains of a fire. Her feet moved and her body rose again. Once more her feet slapped upon the sand.
Somewhere there was noise. It wasn’t the tree-voice or sea-song either. It was loud and sharp and shrill. Her hands rose up to her ears and tried to scrub the sound off. Men. There were men in every direction. They were screaming and flailing about like wild men. Noise, pain, color, pain, her body once again coming upon the ground. Something stopped her. Something strong, stout. Perhaps a tree limb attached to one of the creatures.
The ice of black came in a comforting wave. The noise was over the men gone.
The girl had collapsed. He wasn’t surprised. She seemed to be the walking dead. The many layers of cloth and leather were tied about her with dozens of lengths of rope, and all was wet enough to still have been in the sea. Her skin was the ghastly white sheen that belongs only to those recently drowned. The sharp pain that came upon touching ice was shooting all through his arms.
Grunting he thrust her over his shoulder. She was heavy. Judging by her face and hands most of that was likely to be the wet wool.
"Thond, run ahead and have Vagna prepare for her. Rawl- with me. The rest of you backtrack and find where she came from." Slowly- at first- then more quickly as he got his balance he made his way up the beach to his home. After the beach and up the hill little huts became visible. Hard people swathed in layers of rough but colorful wool watched as he and Rawl hauled the girl up the slope. The girl had not moved unless it was inspired by the jostling of his shoulder. No noise issued forth either and considering her uncomfortable position that was rather odd.
At the end of the huts was the Hall. Large and lovely in his mind. In her deep brown dress with her hair braided down her back was Vagna guarding the entrance.
"Is she a wyrdling?"
"She’s human. Damn near dead, but human." Her feet planted she barely blinked. She might be small but dragons could not move her if she did not wish it.
"Bring her inside. Set her in the healing room." His shoulder ached but he made it. Laying her down on the center table he stretched his neck and arm and waited for the Hall’s Lady. He did not wait long as she soon stormed through the cloth-draped entry followed by the twins and Turek.
"Where did you find her?" As usual Vagna wasted no time or effort to find out what she wished to know. Direct was always how Vagna ran.
"Out on the edge just after the beach turns rocky. She was heading in to the village."
"Where did she come from?" With great effort he muffled a groan.
"The other direction most like. The men are looking to see if they can find out anything else." They were working methodically to strip the cold, wet, and rough wool from her body. Their knives flashed in the light of the torches. Finally they cut the last of the material away dumping it in a crusty, wet, stinking pile. The twins labored to remove it as quickly as possible while trying not to touch it. They then carried it outside to dry so it would burn.
After removing the cloth all that was left were two small leather garments. One was an abbreviated vest laced tautly over what he noticed was a full bosom. The other was pants. His mind failed to understand the purpose as they were cut so short as to provide no protection for even the highest stretch of her thigh.
The deathly paleness of her skin denied the fact that she was yet alive. The pink sores and crusted blood all over only seemed to emphasize the wrongness of the shade of her skin. Her feet were swollen even in their frigid state and each seemed to be composed of one large wound.
"Ka’s is the bathing tub ready?"
"Yes Hall Matron." Ladka responded quietly. Pumska, as always, stood just behind her.
"Turek. Move the supplies into the chamber. We will dress her injuries there. Ka’s I want boiling water in there now." Everyone had begun to obey her commands almost as soon as she uttered them. Those who did not follow Vagna’s will did not fair well. "Jalo- you will carry her."
He hauled her into his arms. This time she was not so difficult to carry as she weighed as little as his arms and armor. Though Vagna proceeded he did not follow her to the bathing chamber.
"Who is she?" The girl, Ladka asked.
"Get out." The command was uttered from the other room with no concern for Ladka’s curiosity. The twins having respect for the safety of their limbs left without comment. He crossed the threshold and entered the bathing chamber. Vagna walked to the water and tested its heat and nodded to him. As gently as he could he lowered her inert form into the water. She slid in with the skill of newly killed fish. Immediately she began to twitch and thrash and moan. Finally signs of life. Sweat to oozed from all unsubmerged pores on her skin.
"Hold her down." Turek was young but he knew much about healing. More than Vagna Jalo knew. She was thrashing so hard now that Jalo could not keep a hold of her.
"Get in and hold her." Vagna did not like redundancy. That she had repeated her nephew meant something. His eyes left the girl to look at her. She was staring at him. So was Turek he noticed. Oh... me. He plunged in trying not to step on her or fall on her. Somehow after a great deal of effort he managed to get behind her and restrain her limbs. It was made all the more difficult that while she was quite definitely naked and slippery, he was encumbered by his wet clothing. Fortunately this tub was larger than most. Vagna began to replace the water that the girl had forcibly removed as Turek started to dump herbs and fluids in. Oddly as soon as he had his arms around her she calmed.
Together the three of them cleaned her. Jalo piece by piece removing his simple garments, making him more mobile and better able to hold her. They even managed to wash her long brown hair. Vagna took extra care to make sure it was clean and combed. Lifting her from the water he placed her on the table and once again noticed her fine healthy form– despite its current condition.
Turek and Vagna began to methodically salve, sew, and bandage her body. Feeling extraneous he moved back to allow them the ability to move freely and began to dress in the tunic and hose that the Ka’s had kindly brought in for him.
"Jalo?"
"Yes Vagna."
"Prepare the empty room." Her voice had softened subtly but his mind only registered shock and rejection.
"No. No! That room is not empty."
"Your brother is dead Jalo. He has been for over a year. He won’t be coming back. The Hall of the Grandfathers is feasting him even now. He will not notice the room being used by another. It is time it was. She will need it. She cannot sleep in our Hall in this state and the other rooms are all occupied." The words were uttered not unkindly but with an uncompromising practicality.
Still unwanting but not unwilling, though it seemed his heart rebelled, he left to do the chore. Slipping through the rug door he found his friend waiting in the Hall for him.
"Rawl."
"How is she?" The words were said with the voice of curiosity.
"Good. She has a few scrapes but there doesn’t seem to be any infection."
"She’s lucky."
"Wyrd luck. Any news on how she got here?"
"There might have been a trail but the tide wiped it out. For all we know she sprang from the sand that way."
"Keep it quiet. Let people think we’re still looking."
"Wyrdling." The good thing about having a friend like Rawlwar was that he didn’t have to have his mind coddled.
"No. She’s human. Unidentified but human. That’s what you say Rawl. To everyone. Keep your other thoughts confined to us."
"I can do that."
"The others might not understand. I want to hear what she has to say before the villagers try to purge her from the Hall and burn her."
"I know." Rawl was giving him a slightly affronted look that he supposed he deserved. "I’ll see you at the meal boy."
"Boy! Rawl. Do I need to beat you again to remind you just who the boy is?"
"Yup." Rawl walked out the door just then leaving him no room for rebuttal.
"Brat." Muttering under his breath he turned to the back of the Hall and the private rooms. It was time to kill his brother.
***
"Wake up lazy girl! Maybe we should slap her."
"Vagna! Try to be gentle."
"It would be a waste of energy. Girl!" The voices were muffled but understandable. Her body hurt and her stomach tried escaping through her eyes.
"See she’s waking." A hand, too heavy to belong to the woman, set upon her shoulder. Safe. She knew she was safe.
"It’s all right. You are safe now. Join us." She wished to she realized. She wanted to meet him. The warm deep voice was scented with mint, she noted, as it feathered across her skin. Laboriously she worked to raise the shields of her eyes. Green. His eyes were green.
"She likes you. Watch her."
"How do you get that woman?"
"She responded to your command." Something like a grin split his face. No, his eyes weren’t green. They were a yellow, brown, green mix. Not the most lovely but to her they were art.
"Hello. Welcome to the world. It’s been a while since you were last here." With his hand resting lightly on her shoulder her mind was content to rest. She hurt but her muscles had that looseness that can only be achieved through deep sleep. Her eyes happily drifted closed.
"No lass. You must wake. You’ve been in the abyss to long. You need to eat and move or you’ll not return." Strong arms came around her back and lifted her. She was propped against the headboard and allowed to rest against some cushions. Her body loosed a reluctant groan as she opened her eyes again.
It wasn’t so difficult to wake this time. He was sitting beside her. Her eyes drifted to his face. It was not ugly. His long, curly, unkempt, hair was a dark brown stroked by the sun to show red. His beard was full but well trimmed. It shaded his strong jaw lovingly but was groomed to allow his face to still be seen. A hairy beast he was not.
"So who are you?" The stern question was barked out in a manner demanding response. Her head tilted in the dragon woman’s direction though her eyes stayed on the man. He was smiling broadly now.
"She just woke, Vagna. Let her eat then I’ll ask her what we wish to know."
"We have cared for her for over a week with nothing to show for it. She owes us her name at the least."
"We have cared for her for over a week which is why we can wait a few moments more I think."
"Gor! She’s beautiful. I never saw a lady so lovely ‘fore." Without her will her eyes snapped to the space behind him from where the statement had come. A girl, young, slender, red haired, with the promise of great beauty to come, stood with a deep bowl in her hands. "Hello. I’m Ladka. What’s your name great Lady?" Her heart grinned with the girls words. The child’s voice was sweet and gentle.
The man gently removed the bowl from Ladka’s hands and put it in her lap.
"Ka’s did you not hear Jalo. We will ask her after she eats. Do not pester her."
"I wasn’t meanin’ ta pester. I’m sorry."
"Ignore them. They do this all the time. Eat." The command was issued kindly from the man’s mouth. With less effort than she expected she lifted the bowl to her mouth and let it slide into her belly. The warm saltiness of meat combined with the sturdy flavor of barley settled contentedly in her stomach.
"Slow down you’ll choke!" It was the girl again. She was standing at the foot of the bed. The bowl was lowered and he took it. Her eyes were pleased to see him again.
"Safi." The word feathered from her lips as her lids fluttered shut. His face painted into her memory the world receded.
"What did she say?" Was all she heard before the abyss took her again. The dragon woman was not soft in her ways.
***
It was a very comfortable room. The heavy furs that enshrouded her were quite warm. She was alone for now though she still felt Jalo’s presence. It was the second day of being awake. Her mind was in that happy land of waking slumber. She was free of the abyss’s fog and her mind was liberated from its shell.
A subtle and undecipherable change in the atmosphere signaled the presence of another. Hopefully expectant yet wary was the feel she got from the newcomer. Whoever was there wanted to be there but did not want to disturb her. She opened her eyes only to have them light upon the girl, Ladka.
"Hello." Her voice was soft but inviting. Ladka’s eyes humorously enlarged in response. A tiny movement brought her attention to the other side of the bed. A boy, no older than Ladka was shyly waving. Taller than Ladka he was obviously related with identical red hair and showed the promise of becoming a handsome adult.
"I remember your sister. But you are absent from my memory."
"He’s my brother, Pumska. I’m Ladka. We are Ka’s. We didn’t mean to wake you. Did we wake you we’re sorry. I know you need your rest. Vagna would be real mad if we did. We aren’t even supposed to be in here. We just wanted to see you. We’re sorry." The words were spewed forth with an urgency that only the young can imbue to the unimportant.
"You did not disturb me at all. I was merely resting." Ladka’s shoulders lowered a good two or three inches and Pumska’s mildly concerned look turned to a broad grin.
"That’s good cause we were hoping you’d be awake. And nice. Are you nice. You sure are pretty. You look like our older sister. Well, what she’d look like if we had one anyway. We always wanted one but our parents died when we were little and so they didn’t make any and since they’re dead they can’t make any new ones obviously."
"Hush!" Her head was already spinning from the rush of information the girl was delivering. The poor child had obviously been yelled at before because she immediately scrunched her symmetrical face and bit her lip. She also tossed a panicked look at her brother. "Don’t worry little one. I am not angry." At this both youths gave her a look of stunned confusion. "I just want you to slow down. I am new hear and since I am still healing it is hard to take in too much at once. Come here. Both of you." They reluctantly moved up toward the head of the bed.
"Would you two tell me about the people here? And your home? I am eager to know." The boy had a look of sheer shock. No one had ever asked them to talk before, his eyes spoke. The girl on the other hand had the look of a wolf being told it had the pick of any sheep it wanted from the world’s best flock. Safi was forced to control her flinch.
The girl proceeded to leap upon the bed next to Safi. It was fortunately a large bed as the boy crawled up at her feet.
"You’re in Beomer’s room. He died last year. Well we don’t know that for certain. We’re fairly certain because he and Jalo were out in one of the little boats and he stood up, which was dumb cause you never stand up in a little boat everyone knows that- and he fell off. Jalo was kinda drunk, which was also dumb, and he didn’t notice right away. He wasn’t worried for a while cause Beo was the best swimmer of all those goats feets and he was really hard to drown but he did this time or we think he did cause they didn’t find him again. Vagna, she’s the lady of the Hall, and don’t make her mad ‘cause she’s scary, anyway, she says that it happened ‘cause they were both drunk and being stupid."
The girl was now taking Safi’s hair down. It had apparently been braided into a tight cap on her head. Pumska just sat at the end of the bed by her feet with a contented smile on his face. The girl spilled the information on everything and everyone in the village in short order. Despite having lived with children in her own village she was still stunned at Ladka’s ability to speak. Rapid, with frequent interjections of personal insights, she unraveled the life story of the people. They were the Rathyar. The Hall had been built by Hegjungd’s great-grandfather, which was good because no one who was living there now had the brains to put a decent mead hall together. Garthlock had kidnaped Vagna to make her his wife. Jalo’s mother, the lord’s wife, had come to believe that she needed to worship the gods by dancing naked around a bonfire on the edge of a cliff. Since drinking was also involved she ended up simply falling off. Vagna had taken over because she was "just like that you know". Heg was a "big sweety" and he loved to listen to the twins talk to him for hours; he would even have large quantities of mead brought to him so he could listen without becoming thirsty. He would allow the twins to braid his beard but his hair didn’t like being braided so it always fell out just after the Ka’s had left. Rawl and Jalo were the "bestest" friends and were so close that Pumska thought they could have been twins like the Ka’s, but they weren’t.
She had just launched a deep explanation of the men and who held their liquor the best when the rug door was swept to the side and Vagna stomped in.
"I told you not to disturb the woman. Why are you here. Go clean something." The Ka’s immediately scrambled off the bed.
"Wait. Get back here. I am not disturbed by you." The Ka’s had ceased to move and were looking at each other with a look of terror.
"I think that is for me to decide girl. You have no idea what you need. We were the ones who found you on the beach after all.
"Yes. But I was the one who got myself there. I know what I went through not you."
"Nonsense. I always know what everyone needs. They often don’t know what they need so I tell them. Now I am telling you because you are too foolish to know what is best for you. Ka’s leave immediately."
"Stay. I was getting bored to tell the truth and I enjoy their company."
"Pash. They irritate everyone."
"Not me." Pumska turned to stare at Vagna as if she would change into a wyrdling that would eat them all. No one argued with Vagna. She didn’t react well when people didn’t do what she wanted and now was no different. Her eyes were flared her nostrils smoking and her hair seemed to be writhing. At least to Pumska. He looked around desperately for his sister. She had vanished. A light touch on his ankle revealed her tiny hand. Ducking beside the bed he saw that she had crawled underneath. Sensing the violence that was imminent from Vagna he decided it was a great place to wait for a while.
"It isn’t as if they are doing anyone else any good. They are fine here. I say they stay." Just as Vagna opened her mouth to retort Jalo, Garthlock, and Rawl entered the chamber. Seeing the fire in both women’s eyes the men stepped back.
"You dare to tell me how to best run my hall."
"I am not telling you anything. I am making a logical suggestion which you as a reasonable woman should follow." Safi’s tone was firm and quiet though it carried to the far corners of the room.
"As a reasonable woman I already know to the best logical idea and that is that the Ka’s leave so that you, can-get, your, rest." Vagna too was firm in her speech though she spoke with enough volume to wake the birds roosting on the roof.
"By the gods woman calm yourself." Garth was the only one who could withstand Vagna’s ire. Only he had enough hide on his torso and bone in his skull to resist her. "You look like a sow who’s young are being threatened."
"I am not a pig, dear husband. Nor are my young being threatened. Be accurate!" Vagna was no longer quite so loud but the staccato rhythm of her words spoke far louder. So did her stiff walk and refusal to look at anyone as she left the room.
"Gee Garth. I have a question for you." Rawl had thrown his arm over the older man’s shoulder.
"Ask it then. Don’t waste my time telling me there is one."
"How did you woo your delicate and dainty wife? We must know. How else will we get women as fair to fall for us?" Jalo finished the question as Rawl continued to drape his arm over the large man’s neck.
"Woo her? Fair? I didn’t woo anybody. She was sturdy so I hit her over the head and dumped her in the boat."
"That answers that doesn’t it Rawl."
"Oh yes. So to make certain that we have this clear; you would suggest that we club our women while we are a-Viking as the best way to get a good woman." Garth had stuck out his lower jaw and was making grunting noises. By the look on the others faces Safi decided this meant that he was thinking.
"Only if she’s sturdy."
"Sturdy?" He was looking at her for the first time now.
"You could hit Vagna with a plow horse and she’d come out the better of the two."
"Garth." Jalo, who’d had to sit on the edge of the bed beside her seemed to struggle with his words. "You are a good man who has great skill determining a persons worth. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with us."
"Of course. Anytime I can help."
"Thank you." Rawl was slumped against the wall and was speaking to Garth with his head tucked so low as to be touching his chest. His shoulders were shaking in rapid-fire. "Why don’t you go and not talk to your wife now."
"Pardon." Garth was standing at the foot of the bed beside Rawl’s leaning form and he was looking at him confusedly.
"Go kill something. For dinner." Her head turned to Jalo as he spoke.
"Of course. Dinner. I’ll go ask Vagna what I should hunt. Lads. Wyrdling." Looking at her as he said the last she almost felt disgruntled until she realized he was just being himself. The red-headed man slumped against the wall as he opened his mouth to issue forth a belly laugh. Jalo simply held his stomach and shuddered until he slid off the bed and onto the floor.
"Was he serious?" The boys were still laughing hard, and she lamented getting a response until she saw the twins slowly crawl out from under the bed.
"You’re not dead!" The girl truly seemed stunned.

Meet Unimara

Marukesh Army (so far)
Mikeen- Teleer
General -Cavalry- Jorgin
-Striker Cavalry (guerilla force)- Commander- Tupuday
-Light Cavalry- (flanking)Commander
-Heavy Cavalry (head-on centerfield)- Commander
-Infantry- Unimara
-Guard- Commander– Javen
-Body- Captain
-Light- Captain
-Foot- Commander– Kalifa
-Irregular (shock) Captain
-Regular (remainder)
-Lances (captain)
-regular- swords, axes, hammers (captain)
-heavy weapons- catapults, siege engines, etc. (captain)
-Archer Core- Katearo
-cross bows
-regular bows
-mobile (horse back)
-Supply- Mahenion
-Reconnaissance- Themas (these are long range army guys)
-spies: people who are planted in specific locations or are attached to specific people in order to gather information
-scouts: jacks-of-all-trades, these boys scout out army positions, routes to travel and places to settle. They also hunt, track, and observe the wild. Work as messengers. They are always just a little to the left of the law and are notoriously independent. Jorgin’s son becomes one.


Characters:

*Mikeen Voonkayos Teleer MaKen* 6'

Friends:
Themas- 5'10" general, friend, advisor- younger than Teleer
Unimara- 5'9" Ani -general of the infantry
Jorgin- 6'1" general, friend, advisor- same age as Teleer
Curmamand- mentor and advisor of Teleer

Family:
Tafa- 1st wife tame but loyal
Breen- 2nd wife exceedingly stupid easily influenced, follower of Fleur
Bama- 3rd wife dies in childbirth along with Teleer's 1st child- it was a daughter
Fleur- 5'5" 4th wife- psychotic, gets Unimara banished,
Pada- younger sister by two years, Jorgin’s wife- one son, not important
Miend- younger sister by five years, Themas’s wife- children ?, smuggles a lot of things for ani
The twins: T’s unknown kids by Ani (unnamed as of yet) the girl is A the boy is B
T’s daughter: (unnamed as of yet) she is C

Politicians:
Ohtesh- Marban's conqueror- stops the civil war by conquering everything
Lord Calhoos-
Curmamand- mentor and advisor of Teleer
Themas- general, friend, advisor- younger than Teleer

Army:
Themas- general, friend, advisor- younger than Teleer
Unimara- Ani -general of the infantry
Jorgin- general, friend, advisor- same age as Teleer
Katearo- general of the archer core
Mahenion- supply general- older 45/50
Mikli- The scout "leader"

Historians:
Pasjidwa: the world expert on Teleer

Gods:
Mara- Northern goddess of just causes.
Mogk- Marukesh god of logic

Other:
the red-haired cavalryman w/ the small spotted horse:

Battles:
Dumair
Bermai

Skirmishes: Tekli (happened at Pashku the sometimes island)

Nations:
Dumair- wealthy southern port
Maruk- Teleer's home nation
Pasi- gateway city to the north, impossible to conquer from w/o
Marban- Maruk's equal to the south

Factoids:
-Ani is only 17 when she meets Teleer. He is 24. Jorgin is also 24, Themas is 22.

Time line:
0: Birth of Teleer
22: Construction of Teleer's palace begins
24: Teleer meets Ani
24.5: Dumair is "settled", Teleer establishes his new capital here
25.7: Death of Captain Imkil of the Irregular Foot
24.7: Ani is promoted to Captain of the Irregular Foot
24.11: Ani is promoted to Commander of the Guard
25.4.12: Siege of Shamkurk
25.4.17: Death of Commander Zitu Oolan of the Foot
25.6: Ani is transferred to Commander of the Foot
26: Teleer finishes conquest all of the territories surrounding Maruk
26.3: Ani is promoted to General of the Infantry
27: Teleer starts conquering the lands to the north (below Pasi). Themas and Unimara begin to stabilize his previously conquered lands and new empire
29: The lands are conquered. Pasi cannot be taken and wont surrender so Teleer sets to work on the S. coast.
30: He marries Fleur, beginning of diplomatic conquest. Makes the city-state of Dumair his capital. Sets up real defenses for the city and man’s it with a real guard troop.
30.4: Fleur miscarries
30.6: While he is away on a diplomatic visit Fleur gets Ani accused of treason for attempting her assassination.
30.8 He returns but does nothing to rescue her, he is torn by her "betrayal". He leaves her in a cell for two months. Jorgin intervenes and manages to get him to see her in her cell. They shag and he allows her "escape" a month later. Themas and his wife arrange it. She is now sentenced to exile instead of execution. She vanishes.
31.5: She gives birth to twins at Della’s. Teleer has begun to seriously unravel and is constantly drunk.
31.8: Jorgin leaves and vanishes. He finds her at Della’s and convinces her to leave the children. He couldn't follow Teleer anymore he was going insane. They head to Pasi to work on organizing the rebels there.
31.11: the revolution in Pasi is successful
32: Teleer finds out the revolution has been successful. Rushes to try and negotiate. Ani now rules and rejects his offers.
32.9: Themas leaves. Teleer was trying to make him do crazy things. Teleer’s conquered lands are beginning to rebel.
33: Ohtesh lands on Teleer's shores. Wants to go up against another conqueror. Ohtesh has ego problems bigger than Fleur, though he is more sane. He is also fairly stupid. Wins thru brawn alone. Has and army twice Teleer's size.
33.4: Teleer is getting his ass handed to him. His leaders are deserting him. He's about to give up. Ani hears and at risk to her life visits and reams him. Tells him that Pasi will be his if he wins against Ohtesh (she took it for him anyway but couldn’t give it to him out of pride- his. He is the type that needs to conquer what he controls. If she simply gave it to him it would make him look like the lesser strategist.), and pardons her. Tells him that she will return and assist in his fight if he kills Fleur. He does so in three days. (He hates Fleur at this point so he strangles her with glee). Jorgin and Themas also return at the urging of Ani with whom they now reside in Pasi.
34.2: Ohtesh is defeated in the battle of Bermai. Teleer and his Generals are all there and in proud form
34.4: Pasi officially becomes a part of Teleer's new nation.
34.6: Marban also cedes to Maruk and Teleer. They weren’t a nation before Ohtesh and weren’t happy living under him. He was a fickle brutal man and a horrid leader.
35: The flare-ups are been put down. Telfer's army is once again restored and his people (true Maruk’s) are once again in charge. Teleer begins to plan the conquest of the N. Teleer attempts to get her to marry him. She refuses. They do become lovers.
36: The palace is finished. Conquest of the North begins. Teleer's second daughter is born. Ani dies in childbirth. She was 29.
37: Jorgin is declared guardian and regent of Teleer's Daughter. The twins have been "forgotten".
38: Teleer receives a fatal wound in the battle of Cotar. It was an arrow bolt that was moving so hard and fast it went on to kill the man behind Teleer after passing clean through his chest plate. Jorgin immediately assumes command and Teleer's conquests are not lost through his brilliant leadership. No new conquests are made. Jorgin is 38, Themas is 36. Teleer’s twins are 6 and ½ his youngest daughter is two.
***
48: The twins run away from Della. They are not like her other kids. They are stronger, faster, smarter, and more resilient. They also have volatile tempers. They head immediately for Pasi, from which they get a "calling" feeling, and with which they feel a strange affinity.
50: The twins are separated when the boy (B) is caught stealing and sold into slavery to pay off his "debt".
53: The girl (A) has met up with a wealthy merchant. He trains her to become a courtesan or "court spy". She knows how to manipulate everything, and how to get the information she needs in whatever way she wants. The merchant takes her to Dumair. The boy (B) has become a gladiator. A fighter in violent games for the entertainment of the wealthy.
53.4: A goes to a gladiator game and sees her brother. She arranges to meet him. They meet and she gets him freed. They are both sociopaths. Together they begin to conquer the court of Dumair. They both feel like the throne should belong to them and work to steal it.
54: Teleer’s known daughter © realizes that the twins must be stopped and works to fight them.
54.2: The twins know it is easiest to take what is given arrange to have B woo C. She is not interested.
54.6: A decides that C is a problem as she cannot be controlled and must be removed. A begins to array her "forces" against C. Fortunately C is smart and is well trained by Jorgin. She knows she cannot out manipulate A, so she walks up to A and stabs her during a full court "meeting". She then declares A a traitor and says she was protecting her crown. She then defies anyone to challenge her. Without A’s presence her influence melts away. B tries to attack C immediately after A’s death but fails when A’s lover shoots him with a bow. (Jorgin’s son).

all the people in my head

ever since i was little i have been obsessed with my imagination. i would make up stories all the time. i loved it. it was my favorite activity. it still is.

sci-fi/fantasy is my genre. that is the type of stuff i write and imagine. i have never cared about boo hoo coming of age tales or deep tales of misery and woe from the persepective of a broken man in a dead end job.

mysteries are wearisome.
action/thrillers bore me.
true crime disgusts me.

i don't mind a good romance, mostly because they are as much fantasy as dragons and unicorns and all that dorky stuff. they just have sex.

welcome to my story telling blog. all my personal information and whiney tales of woe are reserved for another blog.

this one is for my stories.
my people.
my worlds.
my fantasy.