Dear Hope of Mankind,
I realized that I have failed to mention the premise of these letters in my last message. It has recently come to my attention that the Great Eclipse, the air in the center of our world that blesses us with Life and Magic, is being rapidly drained. If the Great Eclipse runs dry then our bodies will become nothing more than hollow shells. This is obviously an extreme concern, is it not? And yet the townsfolk here mull about on with their business. Fools!
And so today, I depart, journeying into the Far North in aspiration of someone who will heed my profound and generous knowledge. And yes, I did leave the people of my small, rugged town with some instructions should they ever decide to read them. More than likely they will be used hastily in the application of a particularly moist buttocks. Huh! If nothing else, someone will be comfortably clean while their bodies get hollowed out. Nothing like a clean buttock, I always say!
I have decided to bring only the minimal amount of supplies that are necessary for my journey. Food, water, clothes, and the five essential Elemental Tomes. Helpful in making fires, or warding off danger in a tight spot. My sky blues Mage robes have been cleaned, their blood red cuffs shining nicely, and I have finally worn in my traveling boots. But there is something that concerns me greatly. During the two Epicenters of the day--noon and midnight--my ears ring with a violent piercing cry that seems to fluctuate on a magical field. Perhaps this is a surge within the Great Eclipse? Or perhaps I need to stop eating gravied lamb during the day. I'm going to go with the latter.
And so I press forward with a high spirit, and--for once--an empty stomach praying that everything goes my way (because the Sages know it never does)! For now then, I bid you adieu, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Cool New Thing! (An Update)
So, in an attempt to write something new, and to wire a new audience, I have decided to start a new mini-series called "The Terris Letters". It is the story of as young mage who, in a desperate attempt to be heard, has sent letters all over the world to warn them of an impending doom. It recounts his tales and escapades and is set to have one to two letters per week, finishing sometime in December. I will be posting them here, and on my new blog dedicated solely to his letters. I hope you like 'em!
The Terris Letters-- Letter #1
Dear Hope of Mankind,
In a dehumanizing society full of grief and constant bickering, I often found the outside world rather...odd. It irked me to almost no end that one could find themselves slowly disintegrating into a vast sea of nothingness simply due to their lack of moral faith. That isn't to say that it was nonexistent, but rather that it was...how shall I say it? Neglected. But that's getting off the point. My name is Terris. And yes, I do tend to ramble. But, contrary to popular belief--popular belief being the belief of the rest of my no-good, ill-educated town--I am NOT a Wizard, or a Sorcerer. That being said, there is something you should know about me. I am a Mage. And yes, Mages are different.
Yes, I do find that most of my idle time is spent bent over a dusty tome or history, but what I find rather interesting is the fact that no one else in my dismal town does the same. They meander throughout their lives plowing the fields and sowing the seeds, giving no second glance to a young twenty-something or other magic-user with his face stuffed between the pages of a rotting book. That suits me just fine. I just hope that sooner or later they finally take heed to my pestering them about listening to the rantings of a wizened scholar. Not that they will.
But here I go off rambling again. My purpose in sending you this letter is that it may find its way into the hands of someone who has half a wit about them! To be put as frankly as possible...don't be a fool. Listen to me and everything will work out. I promise. Really.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
In a dehumanizing society full of grief and constant bickering, I often found the outside world rather...odd. It irked me to almost no end that one could find themselves slowly disintegrating into a vast sea of nothingness simply due to their lack of moral faith. That isn't to say that it was nonexistent, but rather that it was...how shall I say it? Neglected. But that's getting off the point. My name is Terris. And yes, I do tend to ramble. But, contrary to popular belief--popular belief being the belief of the rest of my no-good, ill-educated town--I am NOT a Wizard, or a Sorcerer. That being said, there is something you should know about me. I am a Mage. And yes, Mages are different.
Yes, I do find that most of my idle time is spent bent over a dusty tome or history, but what I find rather interesting is the fact that no one else in my dismal town does the same. They meander throughout their lives plowing the fields and sowing the seeds, giving no second glance to a young twenty-something or other magic-user with his face stuffed between the pages of a rotting book. That suits me just fine. I just hope that sooner or later they finally take heed to my pestering them about listening to the rantings of a wizened scholar. Not that they will.
But here I go off rambling again. My purpose in sending you this letter is that it may find its way into the hands of someone who has half a wit about them! To be put as frankly as possible...don't be a fool. Listen to me and everything will work out. I promise. Really.
*~--Terris Rolland the Bright--~*
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wapper and the Spotted Egg (An Attempt)
I am eagerly working on the Prologue and First Chapter of my Second Book, Wapper and the Spotted Egg while at the same time hurriedly finishing my First Book, Tarterrior: The Rise of the Sixth Kingdom. I hope to have the preview to the second book up by next month and the FIRST COPY of my First Book done by the end of this year. Let' hope! Just an update!
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