School has been a hindrance in my progression towards writing and creating new projects. I apologize. However, due to the fact that I have been HEAVILY editing the chapters that I currently have for my first book, I am confident that during the winter break much will get done. The Terris Letters WILL start back up once more (hopefully concluding by the end of January), I will be posting a few more songs that I have written, and at LEAST three new chapters will be added into my first book. Until that time I will be posting my finalized product of Festral Dominions, as well as posting the prologue to Wapper and the Spotted Egg!
-Adam
Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Terris Letters--Letter #2
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--~*
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--~*
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!
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