PotM: Leandra and Margull

Before the rise of the Usurper, Margull was where people came to test and train themselves for knighthood: an isolated training post from long ago, now with a city grown up around it. The High Reeve ran the fort and its four fortalices, and served on the Mayor's Council; the Mayor and Council managed the town and its governance. 

Leandra traveled to Margull when she first came of age. The journey was a gift from her parents, celebrating her entry into womanhood with a trip in the family's cart, driven by her father and pulled by one of their two plow-horses. They were greeted at the gates of the training post, and granted permission to enter. A knight in clothing of crimson and gold came and spoke to them, and then took her away for testing. 

When they returned to her father, the knight granted his permission for Leandra to enter the training. He asked her father to return in half a year for her first evaluation, where she would discover whether they thought she had the makings of a knight, or whether they judged that she would do better on her parents' farm. Leandra and her father cried tears of joy and sorrow, and in the morning he departed alone. 

Leandra remained, and began her study of the blade.  

Fighting Monsters

I wish I'd paid more attention to last night's dreams. There was a lot of Being Attacked By Monsters and also Fighting Them Off, and the monsters themselves were varied and bizarre. Admittedly, it's been a long week -- don't ask, or at least don't expect me to answer -- but still, this was the kind of material I could use. And the sense of fighting back effectively was reassuring. 

The setting was... a lot of uncertain ground -- moving from place to place, climbing and descending, but that's about all I recall of it. There were things that seemed like people, and things that were unmistakably monstrous; most were animal, but some were mostly or partly vegetable. 

Gah. I should have taken notes while it was all still fresh in my head.  

Inspirations: Final Fantasy

I mentioned that the Final Fantasy games were a big inspiration for my long-ago writing project, so here's the into to Final Fantasy VIII -- which is maybe not the strongest entry in the series, but it's the one I was playing around the time I wrote that book, and it has a lot of intriguing peculiarities to its world-building and its magic system. 

I'm going to see if I can find a way to replay it, I think, just to look at that again.

Re-reading my own work

I mentioned my old Warrior's Legacy project a couple of days ago, and one of my friends asked to read it. Apparently describing it as the "Pulp Fantasy Wuxia Cyberpunk novel" made it sound appealing. I finished the first draft back around 2003, and always meant to work through a second draft for it, but I never could quite get that going and eventually tucked it away in the writing drawer. Having sent it over to my friend, however, I started re-reading it, and...

It's not bad. It's actually pretty good. It's fun. Could it use a bit more editing? Of course. Does it suffer from Kitchen Sink Syndrome? Oh, absolutely, but that's also kind of baked into the setting -- it was inspired by a number of the earlier Final Fantasy games. I think its big weakness is that I didn't really know how to wind it up when I was writing it, but I haven't gotten far enough along in my re-read to decide if that's actually true, or just a lingering but mistaken impression. 

...Am I going to give it a sequel? Um. Definitely not right now. I have at least two other projects that I want to get back into first, if I can ever get my head on straight again. But for the moment, I'm find the story itself enjoyable, and the fact that it is enjoyable deeply reassuring. 

 Heh. Also, I was using a different pseudonym at the time.

That feeling when...

...you're so disgusted with the state of the world that you literally can't think of anything worth posting.

Ecuador?? Fucking Ecuador???

I'd just like to point out the screamingly obvious here: Kamala would not currently be bombing Iran, kidnapping foreign heads of state, or doing... whatever the hell it is we're doing... in Ecuador -- Ecuador? Did I even read that right? Nor would she have CBP murdering citizens in the street.

 

"Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad," sure, but right now the President is visibly succumbing -- on live TV, yet! -- to both Dementia and physical health issues, and simultaneously being directed and channeled by some of the worst people on Earth. And if we're being honest, he was neither all that bright nor principled (aside from self-interest -- I guess that's a principle) before his health started going.

 

Would a lot of bad shit still have been happening, out of sight instead of out in the open? Yes, absolutely. ICE and CBP should both have been dissolved after Trump's first term. Do we now know the names and faces of a bunch of horrible, evil people who need to be stripped of wealth and influence and relegated to financial and social exile -- Homan, Bovino, Musk, Miller, Rubio, Bessent, etc.? Absolutely. 

 

Look, if you voted for Trump and are now regretting it, well... welcome to the party, I guess -- but I need you to sit with yourself and take a long, hard look at how you got there: who you were listening to, what information you trusted, which predictions you took seriously. And I need you to seriously consider how you got it so wrong, so you don't fucking do it again. I don't want to hear "nobody could have predicted--"  or "I had no way to know" or anything like that, because there were voices worth listening to that were absolutely screaming that this -- exactly this -- was going to happen. 

 

And the ones who were opining -- on major news networks or opinion columns, for example -- that it really wouldn't make any difference who got elected? They need to be ruthlessly mocked, remembered for their failures and enabling of all this, and faced with consequences for helping this happen. (I'm not saying murder them, but, like, when you get something this wrong you shouldn't still have a job where you get to tell a large audience what's what.)

 

Meanwhile... if we do manage to put American boots on the ground in Iran, it's going to be the aftermath of the invasion of Iraq all over again, but on steroids. If -- may the gods help us -- we move against Spain for refusing to host us while we're conducting an illegal, unconstitutional war of choice , we're now at war with NATO and that is absolutely going to end badly. (Yes, that was an exercise in the fine art of understatement.) If, if, if... and all the people in charge seem determined to make the worst possible choices.

 

Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. There's a lot going on out there. 

No more adventures!

Okay, so these were pretty cool people and I was happy to help them... until now. I mean yeah, okay, a wood elf with glowing runes imprinted on his face; a dragonborn berserker who thought he was a lizardfolk; and a humanoid frog with poisonous skin who acted as their priest. It was a weird group. But they saved me when my magic ran wild and the insects I was enlarging became huge instead of just big. So I threw in with them. 

It worked out pretty well. I could enlarge the dragonborn and let him do his thing with the flaming sword, and  then hang back and throw the easier spells that didn't require my concentration. That was right up until we went down into the Sunken City, and started dealing with all the mechanical beings they'd left behind. 

Alvedes was the guy who'd hired us, and he was pretty cool but he wasn't a warrior in any sense. He wanted Ahriman's Tome, the grimoire of the long-dead witch-king.  He led us in, directed us to the Planetarium and took the mapping crystal from it. Then we discovered the Sunken Palace, where we found several useful things, but also a lot of mechanical defenders... and for the most part, we were doing well, until we got close to the King's Library. 

A thousand tons of fallen stone had closed it away, and a Steel Predator roused itself to chase us out. I've never come so close to dying in my life. 

We made it back to Riftguard. I'm going to join the college here, and stay the hell away from any ruins in the Rifts.