Valthor: The Ancient Book

"Oh, the last third of the book has spells, and we've been using those to build a lexicon so we can translate the rest of it. It's disturbing stuff: necromancy, and conjuration related to necromancy . What really interests me, though," continued the scholar, "is the first section. The title of it is something like, 'story' with markers for both truth and obscurity, followed by 'ground' or 'world', and then 'primacy'. Taken together, it's something like 'The Secret History of the First World'."

Sy, who wasn't a bad fellow for being a human and a priest of the Harvest Maiden, stiffened. Valthor managed not to glance at him, because he had a pretty good idea of why the cleric looked stung. 

Among the peoples of the daylight world and servants of the gods, it was generally taught that this was first and only world. To claim otherwise was generally considered heresy, though the degree varied somewhat from place to place. And there was a very specific belief, not uncommon in the court where he'd grown up, that the Harvest Maiden herself was the last survivor of the gods of the previous world.

Here, and particularly among the clergy of the Harvest Maiden, such a belief was not just heresy but blasphemy. In the court of former home, the belief had been something else: it had been taught as a warning. 

No, he was definitely not going to bring that up with Sy. Not unless, for some unimaginable reason, it actually became important to know.

The scholar had finished reassuring the priest that he meant no insult, and that perhaps they should expect that a book of evil magics might also include a heresy or three. Sy had settled back, though he still looked disgruntled. 

Valthor couldn't blame him. Ominous didn't even begin to cover this. 

Valthor: The Truth of the Blade

"Thank you," said Valthor, as Tizrin handed the rapier back to him. "What's the verdict?"

The little rabbit-man artificer looked up at him. "Well," he said in his soft, almost furry voice, "it isn't cursed. It's just... bound to you, somehow. And it's a pretty basic magic weapon, enchanted to make it more likely to hit and to do a bit more damage... except, it has some hidden magics sealed away. Abilities that haven't been activated yet."

"Oh?" asked Valthor. He'd grown up around dark magics and even less savory practices, but he wasn't a spellcaster himself. 

Tizrin nodded. "Oh yes, and what's very weird is that its bond to you is connected to the seal. You'll still need to attune to it, and after that maybe you can figure out how to unlock more of it."

"Thank you," Valthor said again. "I will."

It was later, alone in his room, when Valthor would draw the blade again and study it. It felt good in his hand, light and ready. He made a few passes with it, then sheathed it again. 

Well, she was definitely my sister, then. What were you up to, Mother? He could make no guess on that front; he simply didn't know his mother well enough. She had taught him magical theory, shown him the bladesinging style she used with her sword, asked him questions designed to to make him think about his other siblings: what they wanted, how they went about getting it. She had never never discussed her own feelings about the rest of the court or her interactions with them, though.  

What were you up to? 

PotM: Leandra and Vishan at training

Swords were the weapons of nobility, and to be knighted was to enter the lowest of their ranks. Still, there were other weapons, and Leandra learned them all alongside her fellow students: spears, axes, maces, axes, halberds, bows, crossbows. Some of her cohort had been training since they were very young, and she struggled to catch up to them. 

Horses were another matter. Leandra had been riding for nearly as long as she could walk; she knew the beasts and their moods. Warhorses were larger and fiercer, but she took to them all the same, and when it came to charging with shield and lance she found herself at an advantage. 

That was where she first met Vishan. Proud and self-assured, he had mounted his horse without preamble, and immediately been thrown. She had rushed over to check on him -- dark-haired and grey-eyed and athletic, but clearly no friend to warhorses -- and the first words out of his mouth were, "You didn't see that." Then he'd groaned, inhaled sharply, and tried to push himself back to his feet. 

"Didn't see what?" she'd asked innocently, widening her eyes and smoothing her face to hide the laughter. She held out a hand, he took it and let her help him to his feet. 

They'd been inseparable after that: practicing together, teaching each other, eating together... It wasn't until three months later that Vishan let slip that he was a Prince of the Realm. 

PotM: Leandra at 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.