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 Terris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terris. 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!
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--~*
Monday, April 26, 2010
Markus and the Slumanari Gem Preview
Hey! Finally a new post! Here's a prview to my Sixth Book, Markus and the Slumanari Gem! Enjoy!
Book Six Preview
By Adam Gonzales
“Alsenoth,” Seth’s grey eyes were worn with concern, “believe me when I say that I’m sorry, but what you’re doing is completely irrational. We cannot risk the lives of thousands to help her. We don’t know, Alsenoth: she may already be compromised.”
Alsenoth’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m just trying to get you to understand what you’re asking, Alse. Are you willing to jeopardize the lives of an entire army for the sake of one soul?”
Emerald eyes gleaming, Alsenoth closed in on Seth—their snouts barely inches apart. “I have made the mistake before of turning my back on Kala and the pain that I felt was far worse than any soldier can ever imagine. Yes, you may be right; Wreaknatter may have forced her to give away our most precious secrets. But then again he may not have. Hell, Seth, she may have even read his mind with her Stimdärt abilities and gained invaluable information! But as long as there’s any doubt on whether or not she has given anything away—any chance that she is still alive—then I cannot and will not stand around doing nothing! I’ve made that foolish decision once already and now she’s gone! I won’t let that happen again!”
“Alse—”
“Seth, I trusted you; trusted that you’d be the one to lend me support!”
Seth stepped backwards, taken aback. “Alse, you know that I would. But the decisions you’re making are far too rash! You know how I feel about Miss Rööte, but your plan is murder!”
“No Seth. I’ll tell you what’s murder. The fact that Kala may very well be alive, may very well bet awaiting her death, and we’re sitting here doing absolutely nothing! The fact that not going to her aid could be the cause of her death! That is murder! So the question is, are you a murderer Seth?”
Seth sighed deeply, his eyes sagging slightly. And for the first time since he had known him, Alsenoth thought the general looked old. “Alse. More than anyone that I have ever known, you are a brilliant and intelligent individual. But the thing that makes you truly great is your loyalty and devotion to those you love. Someone once told me, ‘The question isn’t will we all have challenges? The question is How will we respond to them?’”
Alsenoth smiled.
“Alse. I have always given you my support. And although I still fear for the lives of these soldiers, I will stand by your side in battle like I always have.”
Alsenoth hugged his friend and stepped back, tears in his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you Seth. This means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Seth gave Alsenoth a curious look and then gave a slight smile. “You’re sure she’s still alive, aren’t you?”
Alsenoth nodded slowly and started to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “If she wasn’t, I would be in agony.”
Grey eyes on his friend, Seth grabbed Alsenoth’s shoulder. “Then let’s go save her.”
Book Six Preview
By Adam Gonzales
“Alsenoth,” Seth’s grey eyes were worn with concern, “believe me when I say that I’m sorry, but what you’re doing is completely irrational. We cannot risk the lives of thousands to help her. We don’t know, Alsenoth: she may already be compromised.”
Alsenoth’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m just trying to get you to understand what you’re asking, Alse. Are you willing to jeopardize the lives of an entire army for the sake of one soul?”
Emerald eyes gleaming, Alsenoth closed in on Seth—their snouts barely inches apart. “I have made the mistake before of turning my back on Kala and the pain that I felt was far worse than any soldier can ever imagine. Yes, you may be right; Wreaknatter may have forced her to give away our most precious secrets. But then again he may not have. Hell, Seth, she may have even read his mind with her Stimdärt abilities and gained invaluable information! But as long as there’s any doubt on whether or not she has given anything away—any chance that she is still alive—then I cannot and will not stand around doing nothing! I’ve made that foolish decision once already and now she’s gone! I won’t let that happen again!”
“Alse—”
“Seth, I trusted you; trusted that you’d be the one to lend me support!”
Seth stepped backwards, taken aback. “Alse, you know that I would. But the decisions you’re making are far too rash! You know how I feel about Miss Rööte, but your plan is murder!”
“No Seth. I’ll tell you what’s murder. The fact that Kala may very well be alive, may very well bet awaiting her death, and we’re sitting here doing absolutely nothing! The fact that not going to her aid could be the cause of her death! That is murder! So the question is, are you a murderer Seth?”
Seth sighed deeply, his eyes sagging slightly. And for the first time since he had known him, Alsenoth thought the general looked old. “Alse. More than anyone that I have ever known, you are a brilliant and intelligent individual. But the thing that makes you truly great is your loyalty and devotion to those you love. Someone once told me, ‘The question isn’t will we all have challenges? The question is How will we respond to them?’”
Alsenoth smiled.
“Alse. I have always given you my support. And although I still fear for the lives of these soldiers, I will stand by your side in battle like I always have.”
Alsenoth hugged his friend and stepped back, tears in his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you Seth. This means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Seth gave Alsenoth a curious look and then gave a slight smile. “You’re sure she’s still alive, aren’t you?”
Alsenoth nodded slowly and started to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “If she wasn’t, I would be in agony.”
Grey eyes on his friend, Seth grabbed Alsenoth’s shoulder. “Then let’s go save her.”
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