The Divine Defender II (Fiction)
Posted: March 2, 2011 Filed under: Fiction, Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Spirits Of Eden, The Divine Defender 2 Comments »Kaleen Yweh (II)
The coachmen huddled within the overturned carriage, praying to the spirits for mercy. When the attack began they were immediately and violently flipped on their side. What was once a window now overlooked them, and they watched it with dread. It was their only source of light and they cursed it. A spotlight seemed to penetrate the forest canopy overhead solely to shine between them, to expose them to the enemy.
One of the men kept a cloth pressed hard against the merchant lord’s wounded shoulder. The lord shifted uneasily under the pressure. They were in a strange land now: it was their first trip into Sargasso. They had sent an origami swan out with a call for help. They had been told that Sargasso had a small army of Rangers that would answer any swans, but they knew no men fast enough to outrun the disaster soon to befall them.
Of the four men only one had a viable weapon. He pulled the latch on his old shotstaff, opening the barrel from the side and loading a cartridge. He drew the bolt, and aimed the weapon with shaking hands at their window overhead.
“How long’s it been since we hid here?” The lord said.
“An hour at most my lord. The beasts may still be out there.” Said the rifleman.
“You must escape.” The lord said. “Give me that thing.”
The Divine Defender I (Fiction)
Posted: February 28, 2011 Filed under: Fiction, Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Spirits Of Eden, The Divine Defender 2 Comments »Kaleen Yweh (I)
Dear Father– Esteemed Gove– To Whom This May Concern
My name is Kaleen Yweh. I am a Seraphim residing in the Convent of Saint Abeni’s Mercy in the province of Bhisho, in your province. I would not write to you directly, most esteemed officer of the Queen’s law, without due cause. I seek no grievance and require no bribe. I wish only for acknowledgment. This letter may grow lengthy, and you may grow wearied by it, but for the sake of my late mother, I would wish–
A Punishment Ill Fit (IV)
Posted: October 26, 2009 Filed under: D&D 4e, Fiction, Fluff/Inspiration, Homebrew, RPG, Spirits Of Eden 1 Comment »The afternoon of that surprising conference, Exarse left Nienna and Frederick to their own devices. His usual haunt was the library, and while Frederick fancied himself a good reader, Exarse’s books were thick with arithmetic and models Frederick did not understand. His own powers came from faith, not from mathematics.
He showed Nienna to his room. There was nothing but a bed, a drawer and two chairs. The room existed solely for the bed. At first he felt awkward about it, especially with Nienna’s cheerful demeanor as she followed him in. He was emboldened when he saw other clerics entertaining guests across the hall. Some rather embarrassing nicknames were being spoken aloud between the lady cleric and her friend, which revealed the context of it all to Frederick quite plainly.
“I can’t believe in all this time I had never been to your room once.” Nienna said, sitting down on the bed then bouncing once.
Frederick laughed, “Well, it’s only good for sleeping alone. The few times you’ve been around, there’s not been a use for it.”
Nienna smiled at him, her tail wagging behind her, thumping lightly against the bed. “Of course,” she said, and laid back on the bed kicking her feet. “The last time I came around you were just lazing away your days with that stuffy Dromidae. I want to know all about what you’ve been up to! Are you close to getting your collar yet?”
A Punishment Ill Fit (III)
Posted: July 14, 2009 Filed under: D&D 4e, Fiction, Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Spirits Of Eden 4 Comments »Rarely did any junior cleric climb the steps of that stone spire, even rarer so with an invitation in hand. But the paper swan in Frederick’s hands had granted him permission to climb the hallowed tower so prominent in their church, and the feeling was intense. His eyes took in the carvings on the walls of the circling staircase, exquisitely detailed images of his church’s unique beliefs. The church, though one mostly focused on Arcline, also gave a great importance to her “sister,” the goddess Inunkuru.
She was a beautiful spirit, a Iomadi in appearance just like her sister. Intensely beautiful, said to be the most gorgeous of the Nine, but Inunkuru was mistress over some unsightly concepts – tyranny, vanity, greed. Whereas Arcline taught people to be loving and kind to others, Inunkuru taught people to seek their own benefits or even to control others. Frederick failed to understand why a church of Arcline, especially one that routinely did so much good in the world, would even acknowledge Inunkuru. Her grinning visage, detailed and lovely as it was on its own, looked so out of place inside the hallowed spire.
A Punishment Ill Fit (II)
Posted: June 24, 2009 Filed under: D&D, D&D 4e, Fiction, Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Spirits Of Eden 5 Comments »Orange sunlight crept into the room, and the night began its retreat. Frederick Alois laid his back against the frame of his bed, his ears twitching and his tail swaying gently. He closed his eyes and his hand twitched along the floor like a spider. Under the bed, his fingers felt a familiar texture – a bundle of cloth. He dipped his hand into a bag decorated with crude brush strokes and took it, laying it down on his lap. Up and down, the subtle movement of his wrist and hand shook the wooden, beaded necklace inside the bag. The beads made light rustling sounds in rhythm with his voice as he began to pray.
He had yet to don his priestly robe or correct his early-morning appearance in any way. The morning chant was more important. On the floor, dressed only in his undershirt and short pants, his long black hair sticking out every which way, Frederick smiled brightly as he chanted. A warm sensation from the surroundings caressed him, drawn by the sound of his prayers. The cold breeze from outside, the scented candles of his room, the sound of the cicadas, all these sensations dulled.
He could feel the embrace of the kind, motherly goddess Spirit Arcline wrapping her arms tightly around him. Frederick focused on this feeling. He could almost feel the weight of the goddess as though she were leaning on him from behind, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Everything but this sensation was driven from his mind. The morning aches from tossing about in his sleep, the dazedness of awakening, all left him for the duration of his prayer.
When the final verse was done, he felt his voice linger in the air for a moment.
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