There was a studied wanderer,

A ponderer, a scholared-knight,

Who read a tale, a dozen more,

Of love and war and errant might,

He studied and examined lore,

Of maths and yore of ancient halls,

And carved with steel, with pen and song,

Such lessons long adorned in walls.

Yet came to him, in silver mists,

A duchess kissed by stars and wit,

Her eyes beheld the turning world,

Like scrolls unfurled, ...

I can see it, right in front of me.

We chose rocks. Rare rocks with the right magic to them. We found them deep in the earth and extracted them with great effort. We shifted them in great golems of animated metal.

These rocks, we flattened and molded and melted. We formed from them shapes and symbols, writing with this process symbols layered on symbols, runes forming gates which dictate the flo...

Since that day, I have never stayed long in one place.

I helped people, when I could.

Most denounced me as a witch.

Witch was apt, I supposed, I had made a deal with the Other, had I not?

Some time ago, my sister had been ill. She would have died if nature had been allowed to run its course. In this time, I prayed again and again, but received no answer. In desperation, I reached to the Other...

When I first,

Got this sweater,

I thought to myself.

"It's the worst!

Would be better

To store it with delph."

But years pass,

And I'm older,

My grandparents gone,

And to class,

All the bolder,

I wear it 'till dawn.

Oversized,

Far too itchy,

And quite overworn,

But prized,

'Cause I wish we,

Would not have to mourn.

It's as close

As I can be,

To them every day.

Grandiose,

Down to my knee,

I...

"The gate of Valsaris, your grace." The attendant bowed and stood beside the priest as Tas-Faris and his guard marched to see it.

It was the remnant of a small tunnel, likely part of something much larger many years ago. The forest had grown around it, tall trees and rocks covered most of the ruin, but the tunnel still stood.

Tas-Faris did not know how long it had stood there. He knew that Vals...

He could hear the sniffling.

He looked at her. She was still crying, but he could tell she was more composed than she had been.

His voice was as gentle as he could make it. "Sweetie?"

He wasn't really sure what to say. He wanted to console her, to be there with her and for her, like she always was for him, but the right words always escaped him.

She didn't say anything. Just raise her hands ou...

They're here. I can hear the cars approaching, the engines stopping, the doors opening.

I tap my sister awake.

She opens her eyes soundlessly. There's a question in her eyes and I simply nod. No words are said. She knows.

Footsteps pad to the house as we leave the barn through the little hole in the wall.

Our sacks are already packed. We never expected more than a few seconds warning. I toss t...

_A project I've been writing, called Path of Honor, recently had a character separate from the main plot. I decided to write here what is going on to the character in the meantime, even though it won't be covered in the main story._

_Starting from Act II, chapter I_

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Liriel could hardly remember the journey from Lei'ca. She could just remember Torquil falling, falling. How many times had she...

Dorvin knew he couldn't beat them on the open sea. That's why he'd gone upriver, West. West and he could make his way towards Neros. Upriver, so he wouldn't be in open sea, and they couldn't take their sail ships. Once he'd beaten them to the Nen river he knew he had made a fair chance for himself.

He could feel the cold metal of the message around his neck.

He had made quite a lot of time as th...

He was dismantling the bomb.

_Tick._

Time was passing.

_Tock._

As far as he could tell-

_Tick._

(Damn that insufferable ticking.)

_Tock._

As far as he could tell. He had to tell her.

_Tick._

Or, show her, at least. Compromise his secret.

_Tock._

His hands slipped on the wirings.

_Tick_

He'd have to, not just to her but to the world.

_Tock._

He readjusted his tools.

_Tick._

Not t...