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Erik leaves home
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Caution fiction following....
Eirk Leaves Home.
Erik hefted his pack into the small boat. Feeling the wind snap around him he
turned back to look at the small town and the tower beyond. Now that it was
time to go he was not sure he wanted to. It was a small place but it was home.
He knew every crag and cliff of the island and all those on the nearby islands
too. True, he spent most of the time looking out over the see at the smudges
in the distance that were other places; other realms but he always returned
home to a warm hearth and company. Turning back to the boat bobbing gently in
the swell he lay his grey shield by the pack and sighed. There was nothing for
him here now. Eight seasons since the raiders had last come out of the sunset,
Erik only stayed in practice by hitting wooden targets and sparring with
wooden swords against his elder brothers. Benjar and Andralf were fine friends
but with such strong and healthy men before him Erik knew the Grey throne
would have little use for him. Even Cera's children would inherit ahead of
him. Still, he had been trained in all the arts of rule; leadership and
combat; wisdom in law and in letters. Even in the ceremonies the Grey King was
expected to preside over, festivals of tide and sea harvest. Erik lifted the
roll containing his fish mail vest. Never had he received finer presents than
at the time he stood before the King and begged his leave to sail the distant
shores. The vest and shield, his sword and helm, cloaks and even this
sprightly craft, laden with his worldly goods. Good quality metalwork was hard
to find in Ustral and the weapons and armour, though none were magical, were
worth a fortune in the tiny kingdom. Erik had feared that his Father would
refuse him but Warris seemed almost glad to be rid of him. Erik was not sure
which reaction he would have preferred better, being forbidden or this, sent
off with presents and well wishes. Still, no goodbye was forever and even
should he never return Erik knew he would see his family again in the feasting
hall of Kasjyr beyond the final gates. There they could exchange stories and
boasts. Erik was happy, he would have much to say even if he only went as far
as Ile Harko, the Place of Priests and the temple of Kasjyr. With that in mind
he stepped down into the boat, untied his line and bent his back to the oars
making way to the harbour mouth. There he unfurled the white sail and headed
for the open sea. Looking back for the last time he saw Lifcaul fade in to the
rock and cliffs of the island and felt like life had just begun.
A small start to The Saga of Erik and an first essay at fiction writing.
Please LMKWYT, thanks
James from Oz
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| (...) Great! (...) c/eirk/erik (...) <great story snipped> (...) It's great! I love how you managed, in less than a page of writing, to determine who Erik was, where he was, what he wanted and what is he doing to get it. Being an amatuer actor, I (...) (25 years ago, 13-Feb-00, to lugnet.castle)
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| (...) Very well written! You did a great job of creating pictures in the mind of the reader - tremendous use of the english language without redundancy. I can still see the cliff-side beach scene in my head, with all the emotion of wanting to leave (...) (25 years ago, 13-Feb-00, to lugnet.castle)
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| (...) great work, james, and very inspiring! i want to do a similar character sketch for my mephsto character, now. i loved your delurk and presentation of eric as well! very original! you have a great writing style, and am looking forward to (...) (25 years ago, 15-Feb-00, to lugnet.castle)
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