5 On Friday: My Excerpts!

Happy Friday, everyone! I’ve selected five excerpts from my fan-fiction-related short story for today’s installment of my “Five on Friday” posts, in preparation for a more regular schedule of my writings. I also added a few new screen-shots for the viewing enjoyment of all!

I hope that your respective weekends are off to a great start. Mine certainly is!

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Festivities: This excerpt details some of the goings-on during a celebratory dinner.

Comeuppance: Revenge is a dish best served cold, as detailed in this brief tale.

Seclusion: Self-driven solitude is a necessity, at times – for the protection of others, as well as oneself.

The Wild Hunt: A cure for an illness comes in an unexpected ritual.

The Entertainer: Confidence can be earned, and learned, from the most obscure sources.

ESO Fan Fiction: Search For the Sky-Crystals – Part I

Here’s a bit of my fan-fiction, originally posted in 2015. Chronologically, it takes place after the events I’m writing about in my NaNoWriMo short-story.
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Random Ramblings; Myriad Musings

Tur’a wakes in the Warrior’s Rest Tavern, yawning and stretching in her bedroll. She has returned to Cyrodiil at the behest of her sister, who left a cryptic message before leaving to roam the desert sands with Dar. The message simply reads: “Remember the Chalamo.” Tur’a is still unfamiliar with the war-torn land, having only recently completing basic training there. She has used the siege machinery at the practice field, but that is a far cry from using them in the heat of battle. Rubbing her eyes, she sits up near the fire-pit. She is clad in a simple tunic and breeches; modesty and practicality dictate sleeping in light clothing, at the very least. She rummages through her bag for a quick meal – she has been cooking more and more for herself, finding hearty soups and stews more to her liking than the sugary-sweet fare her sister used to…

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Cake over the fence: There be dragons

This is a worthy read while I think of something to post on Friday…enjoy.

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After the Battle: Homeward Bound

“Mmmnnnnhh…” A grunt escapes Idrils’ throat as she rolls over in her wool blanket, her head swimming lightly – preparing a tonic to stave off the impending hangover is necessary. The week-long siege had ended in a protracted battle which raged for hours, culminating with the successful crowning of an emperor. The red banner of the alliance hangs in nearly every fortress, castle, and keep – even the outposts are now protected under the watchful gaze of the black dragon. A gathering of veterans at the battlefield tavern turned into a full-blown celebration of sheer drunkenness. It’s almost certain that the Prince of Debauchery himself must have attended!

The snoring body next to her stirs briefly, then relaxes again – his snores deepen. Idris smirks, thinking of the antics of the previous evening. If Dar hadn’t shown up, she most likely would have gone to her favourite, isolated spot to drink and stare at the water. She usually likes to be alone after fights. Still, there he was, bursting through the door of the tavern with 10 other celebrants, and he swooped on her the moment he saw her face. She is glad that she stayed for the party…it’s nice to be tired from exertions other than fighting, for a change.

Wincing at the fogginess in her brain, she moves to the fire-pit, glad that she still wears her simple tunic. Locating her armour pieces, she gathers them from where they lie strewn about, and glances around at the others in the room. Two are already awake: Captain Hewlett sits cross-legged in silent meditation, while Kisa-Teh kneels nearby, mixing reagents for potions. The feathers on Kisa’s head are brightly-coloured as she peeks at the Captain from time to time, her expression unreadable, but her gently swishing tail gives her away. A teasing smile plays across his lips and he mouths something to Kisa. Her feathers deepen in hue, and she bares her fangs in a saurian smile.

Across the room, the hulking form of Balgrim Troll-Hammer sprawls inelegantly in a chair in the corner. One leg is cocked up on a dresser; the other is stretched out in front of him, blocking the narrow staircase leading to a small upper level. His head is thrown back and he snores loudly, his braided beard stained with wine.

The gun-metal hued Elven male and the antlered Elven female are nowhere to be seen – they apparently had things to work out between themselves. Their heated arguments on the field seemed to speak of an entirely different passion; their absence indicates it was so. Idris smiles to herself: Sidrith Vos and Arenthinesti will never hear the end of it, now!

The sleeping forms of Mal’Seeb and Liliana are the only others near the fire – they have been inseparable from the time Idris first met them, and they make a fine couple. It was Liliana who told Idris of the joys of a sleek-walking, five-clawed lover…she is glad to have taken the woman’s advice.

Idrils chuckles as she sets out the pieces of her gear: Cuirass. Greaves. Sabatons. Girdle. Pauldrons. Gauntlets, Helm. Her helm and gauntlets will be put on last, after she prepares the tonic and cooks a bit of food for the road. She is needed back home: her younger sister has had some severe, personal issues. Their mother and their brother’s wife are already attending to the girl, but Idrils’s skills with runes, glyphs, and arcane enchantments are required. Her thoughts are heavy as she kneels near the fire-pit, organizing the necessary ingredients and utensils. Why and how the little one got tangled up with necromancers is beyond any of their ken: it goes against their very culture. Those who use foul magicks to animate the dead, rather than allow them their much-earned rest, are in a despicable class of their own.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice Dar stir and climb out from under the blanket. She starts a bit when he wraps his arms around her from behind and whispers in her ear: “This one sees that you are preparing to leave, yes?” He lightly swats her nose with his tail. She smirks, leaning back into his embrace for a moment, then continues with her cooking. “I am,” she replies primly. “Family duties…there’s been a bit of trouble back home, and I am needed.” He kneads her shoulders, clawed fingers seeking out and easing any residual tension. She sets the tonic aside to cool and slices the seared venison, leaving it to rest before packaging it for her journey. She turns to face him. “You have family obligations as well,” she says softly. “I’m sure that your mate and cubs are eager for your return.” He meets her gaze, looking wistful. “Aye – that they do,” he acknowledges. “Still…” She silences him with a finger on his mouth, and leans to rest her forehead against his. She lightly rubs his left ear. He purrs quietly, and they sit like that for a few moments, saying nothing. She breaks the silence by saying, “We can’t have offspring together…otherwise, things might be different for us.” She turns back to the fire and takes up the tonic, drinking it quickly – he needs none of it, since his metabolism has already taken care of the ill-effects of too much alcohol. She faces him again. “We knew this years ago,” she finishes, resting a hand on his furred cheek. He sighs and nods. “This one knows.” He stares into the fire while she wraps up the food and stows it, then stands with her and moves to help her with her armour.

The other celebrants have exited by now. Idris checks her gauntlets, then stands with her helm under her right arm. She faces Dar, saluting him. “Bright moons guide your path, Five-Clawed One,” she says. He returns the salute. “Dark moons shroud your steps, Shadow-Walker,” he replies. He turns back to the bedroll and begins to collect his gear. She turns to the door, donning her helm and taking up her sword, shield, and staff from where they rest in the corner. She leaves.

They never watch each other go, no matter who exits first.

They never say, “Good-bye.”

Original work: Copyright GDH© – 20th May, 2015

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Checklist for the weekend…

What have I done this week? Let’s see…I think I made at least four new acquaintances. I have seven old ones asking where I’ve been. I’ve definitely annoyed or pissed off five different people, but I also got five people to smile. I’m sure I’ve gotten 20 or more people scratching their heads in confusion. I’ve listened to a ton of music, drafted some posts for this blog, and completed my character back-stories for my guild site. I took a few pictures and hope they aren’t a pain in the arse to post. I have five songs picked out in an attempt to get back on the radio, if only for 30 short minutes…but I will become an honorary “Ultimate Sinner” on “The Boneyard!” That will be fun.

Still gaming like a fiend, striving for that elusive, ultimate veteran rank of 14 before the veteran system completely goes away – those Champion Points are adding up. I also have the short story ready to submit for critique…my internal dialogue has been hilarious, if you can imagine that!

Credit: Kikiandtea.com

Short and sweet today…still busy – but that’s a good thing.   🙂

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