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Re: Erik leaves home
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Tue, 15 Feb 2000 11:11:24 GMT
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In lugnet.castle, James Howse writes:
> Caution fiction following....
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> Eirk Leaves Home.
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> 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.
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> A small start to The Saga of Erik and an first essay at fiction writing.
> Please LMKWYT, thanks
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> James from Oz
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 reading (and seeing!) more!
later ~ craig~ (from the land up over) ;-)
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