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Monday, November 4, 2024

Tales of Vinoli Masterpost

Greetings!

Below you'll find everything pertaining to my on-going web-serial Tales of Vinoli (admittedly not the most creative title, but then, what's in a name?).
Before you click on any of the links, I thought it only fair to make you aware of the following:

Every character in this story is either an anthropomorphic animal, or a creature from mythology/folklore. Humans do not exist in this world.
Secondly, on occasion, these characters indulge in acts that are decidedly Not Safe For Work.

If neither of these things bother you, then its my sincere hope that you'll find what's written here worthy of your time and attention.

Thank you for reading.






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A Brief Post on Lord Dunsany

 Lord Dunsany is one of those authors I've known about for a long time, without having read any of their works. However, recently, I decided that it was high time I rectified this and so, I read two of his novels: The King of Elfland's Daughter and The Charwoman's Shadow, as well as the short-story collection The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories.

In case you've never heard of  him, Edward Plunkett, more commonly known as Lord Dunsany was a British writer, who was incredibly influential when it comes to defining what we now call the 'fantasy' genre. A list of his admirers reads like a who's who of authors of fantastic literature: Tolkien, Lovecraft, Borges, Gaiman and many others. As such, I went into some work with certain expectations. 

I will say that, as much as I enjoyed the two novels (especially The Charwoman's Shadow), its his short-stories that, in my opinion, shows Lord Dunsany at his best. This is, because as a writer, Lord Dunsany is clearly less concerned with things like plot and characterization, than he is with atmosphere and imagery, an approach which suits the short-story format best. 

The Stories found within The Sword of Welleran are of consistently high quality, without a single dud to be found. However, if I had to pick just one story, it would have to be The Fortress Unvanquishable Save For Sacnoth. What sounds on paper like the most basic fantasy story imaginable (young hero + magic sword + evil sorcerer) becomes something truly fantastic, thanks to Lord Dunsany's rich, evocative prose (seriously, this story and all the other beg to be read aloud).

If you have an interest in fantasy literature and have yet to read anything by Lord Dunsany, you definitely should. Not only is his influence on the genre undeniable, but perhaps more importantly, he was a wonderful storyteller. I'm looking forward to perusing more of his work in the future. 


Friday, September 27, 2024

Chapter 88

Well, this is unexpected, Leorin thought.

He looked at the bat, who had wrapped her wings around her and stared back at him, her teeth bared.

Leorin took a step forward. Immediately, the bat hissed.

"Don't worry" Leorin said, softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you try to hurt me first, but you won't do that. Right?"

The Bat glanced at the sword the cat held in one paw and quickly shook her head. 

"Good" Leorin said, lowering the sword. No use telling her that it's only a prop.

"By the way, my name's Leorin. What's yours?"

"N...ame?" The Bat pronounced the word as though she had never heard it before. "No name" she said, shaking her head once more.

Her answer puzzled Leorin. No name? What could she mean by that? He was just about to ask, when a new thought entered his head.

"Listen", he said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "How would you like to go up on deck? Don't worry" he added, upon seeing the wary look on the bat's face. "Everybody's asleep. It's perfectly safe."

The Bat kept glaring warily at Leorin. He seemed honest and it was true that he had shown her kindness, the first person to do since she had left her home. Besides, it would be nice to stretch her wings. Having made up her mind, she descended from the crate and took the paw the cat held out to her. 

On deck, Leorin watched as the bat climbed onto the railing and from there, launched herself in the air. From there, she circled the top of the mast a few times, before landing next to him.

"Is flying as fun as it looks like?" He asked.

"Yes, very fun" the bat replied eagerly.

"I wish I could do it" Leorin sighed, gazing whistfully up at the starry sky.

*****

In the cabin, Sara was suddenly awakened by the call of nature. Having answered it, she noticed that she had almost filled the chamber-pot and so, she went out on deck, carrying it with her. As the porcupine emptied the chamber-pot over the railing, she saw something that caused her to drop it overboard. Sara heard the splash, but otherwise paid no attention to the lost chamber-pot; her attention was focused on what was happening above her. There was only one thing to do: Having filled her lungs, she began calling for help, as loudly as she could.

When the bat had impulsively carried him into the sky, Leorin had shut his eyes tight. He soon opened them though and the fear he had initially felt was transformed into awe. Mouth agape, Leorin stared at the vast ocean which spread itself out below him. So, this was what it was like to fly. 

Suddenly, both the cat and the bat's ears picked up the sound of Sara's voice. Both of them looked down at the deck, on which several members of the troupe had gathered. Leorin was about to suggest that they land, but to his surprise, the bat turned around in the opposite direction of the ship.

Realizing that the bat would never be able to reach land while carrying him, Leorin tried reasoning with her:

"Don't be afraid" he said. "Everyone down there is really nice. I'll explain everything to them."

The Bat stopped, Leorin could almost hear the wheels in her head turning.

"You promise?" She asked, eventually.

"I promise."

On deck, Sara tugged on Rufus' sleeve.

"We have to save Leorin!" She said, in a voice made shrill by anxiety. "Do something!"

"Fetch a musket!" The Fox ordered one of the stage-hands, "and you two, put a lifeboat in the water. Hurry!"

"Hold on a second, Rufus" Eramus said, holding up a wrinkled hand. "I don't think any of that will be necessary. See?"

*****

As the rest of the troupe caught up on their interrupted sleep, an impromptu meeting took place in Eramus' cabin. Present at that meeting was the troupe's management, its two youngest members and the newly discovered stowaway.

"Now then, young lady" Eramus said in a fatherly tone. "Why don't you start by telling us your name?"

Before the bat could answer, Leorin intervened.

"Excuse me Eramus. I asked her before and she does not know. I think she's lost her memory."

The Bat shook her head.

"Not true" she protested. "Memory fine. Don't have a name."

She then revealed where she had come from: She had lived on an island, alongside many others of her kind. None of them had names, for they all knew who they were. They lived a peaceful life, with the island providing them with everything they needed.

Then, one day, strangers had come to the island. Strangers with evil intentions. Two of them had even murdered the bat's much cherished brother. Eventually, the strangers had been driven off, but the bat could not forget what they had done and so, she had left her home, with the intention of tracking down her brother's killers and avenge his death.

The Members of the troupe listened attentively to the bat's tale, none more so than Leorin.

"This would make for a great play, don't you think?" He whispered to Sara.

The Porcupine, who had spent the meeting with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face, did not respond. Instead, she turned to the bat:

"The Ones who killed your brother, what sort of creatures were they?" She asked.

"What does that matter?" Leorin asked, in a sharp voice. "Don't you believe her?"

"No, I don't!" Sara snapped back at him. "Why are you defending her anyway?" As soon as she had asked that question, a possible answer came into her head. 

"I see" she said, smirking. "She's really got you wrapped around her fingers, hasn't she?"

"Why, you..." Gritting his teeth, Leorin unsheathed his claws, while Sara raised her quills. A brawl between the two seemed inevitable, when a particular sound reached their ears. Turning their heads, they saw Eramus, tapping the floor with his cane.

Griselda took the opportunity to step between the quarrelers.

"That's quite enough you two" she said sternly. "If the two you can't act civil to one another, there's the door."

Grumbling in unison, Leorin and Sara moved to separate corners of the cabin.

"Sara does make a good point" said Rufus to Eramus.

"She does" the faunus agreed. "Young lady, I would like you to answer Sara's question."

"If she can" the porcupine muttered under her breath.

"I no lie!" The Bat protested indignantly. She then proceeded to describe her brother's killers. However, she had barely finished the description of one of them, when she was interrupted:

"No!" 

"What you mean, 'no'?" The Bat demanded, feeling both surprised and angered at this. 

Leorin did not answer. Instead, he rushed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

 

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Chapter 87

 Excluding the diplomats, senior and junior alike, the Vinolian embassy in Ginarcia employed  a sizable staff. Most of its members are of no interest to our chronicle, with the exception of a lamb, named Bik.

Not far from the embassy laid a tavern, which had become a regular water-hole for those working at the former. One day, after work, Bik went there, as he had done many times before. He found the tavern more full than usual, and among its customers were several faces he did not recognize. 

Bik did not mind the presence of strangers, per se. After all, its not as if he and his colleagues had exclusive rights to the tavern. However, he did not notice that all the tables (including his favorite) seemed to be occupied. This bothered him, because he had planned to eat and did not want to do so standing at the bar. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had no alternative. He went up to the innkeeper, who greeted him by name and asked how things were at work, to which Bik answered that things were fine, thank you.

"You're sure there's no table available?" He asked, just to be on the safe side.

The Innkeeper shook his head.

Just then, one of the strangers, a mountain lion, came up to the bar.

"Excuse me" he said. "I couldn't help but overhearing, if its a table you want, then you're welcome to join me and my friends at our. Though its a bit cramped."

Having made this offer, which the lamb gladly accepted, the mountain lion turned to the innkeeper.

"Next round's on me" he announced.

These words were met with loud approval from the tavern's patrons. 

Having demonstrated his generosity once more, the mountain lion escorted Bik to the offered table. Soon after, a waitress came and took his order. As Bik ate, the mountain-lion, who presented himself as Kyros asked the lamb several questions about himself. Bik, flattered by the older male's interest, was more than happy to answer them.

"So, you like to play Xecho, eh?" Kyros asked.

"Oh, yes" Bik nodded eagerly. "It's my favorite game. I'm quite good at it, if I may say so. Do you play?"

"I'm afraid not, but my friend here does."  Said friend being the female lynx who was seated opposite of the two men. Bik had not really noticed her before (she seemed to be around his own age and was good looking enough, he supposed), but now he looked at her with increased interest.

"In that case, would you care to join me for a game, Miss? The Innkeeper keeps a set at his tavern that he lends out to anyone who's interested."

The Lynx agreed and, once he had finished his meal, Bik signaled for a waitress to clear away his plate. He then went up to the bar and after a quick chat with the innkeeper, returned carrying the game. 

"I'm afraid I won't be a very satisfying opponent" the lynx said, as she helped Bik set up the board. "It's been some time since I've played last and I'm pretty rusty."

"No matter" Bik said, "we can just play for the fun of it."

And so, the game began. It ended after twenty minutes, with the lamb as the winner.

"Told you" the lynx said, smiling apologetically.

"Oh, you did not do so badly" Bik assured her. "Shall we play again?"

"Yes, but this time, let us play for real."

"You mean for cash? Are you sure?"

"I am, but perhaps you're afraid that I'll beat you?"

The Question nearly caused Bik to burst out in laughter. At the last second, he managed to control himself.

"How much do we bet?" He asked.

"How about everything we have in our purses? Excluding what we owe for food and drink, of course."

"Sounds good to me."

As the second round went on, Bik noticed a notable improvement in his opponent's play. Before long, he found himself, much to his surprise, on the defensive; forced to protect his own pieces, rather than capturing his adversary's.

"I win!" The Lynx exclaimed, after nearly an hour had passed. Much to Bik's surprise.

Bik was now faced with two options: His first was to congratulate the lynx, pay the innkeeper with what he had left and go home. This would have been the sensible thing to do, and deep down Bik himself knew it. And yet, it was not the one he chose.

"Wait!" He said, grabbing the lynx's wrist, just as she was about to take, what had recently been his money, from the table.

The Lynx gave Bik a hard look.

"Sir" she said, "you had best let go, or you'll regret it."

Quickly, Bik obeyed. 

"I...I'm sorry" he stammered. "I didn't mean to...Look, you have to give me a chance to win back what I've lost. Please."

"But you have nothing more to gamble with" the lynx said, while nonchalantly flipping a bronze coin.

"I'll write you an I.O.U." Bik replied. "Double or nothing. No, triple."

"Triple or nothing?" The Lynx's tufted ears perked up. "Very well, I accept."

Pen and paper was brought and Bik wrote down the new amount, as well as his name. By now, Bik had regained some of his confidence. There was no way this lynx could beat him twice, right? It must have been a fluke. Still, best not to be too careless.

With this in mind, Bik played more carefully than he had done previously. At first, his new strategy served him well and it seemed that he would get revenge for his previous defeat. By now, the game was being watched intently by Kyros and the others. Bik did not mind this, let them bear witness to his triumph.

The Lamb was already savoring the sweet taste of victory, when he noticed a gap in his defense. Worse, the lynx had noticed is well and before Bik could rectify this, she had made her move. 

That was the beginning of the end. With his heart quickening, Bik scrambled to regain his advantage, but his efforts, though valiant, were ultimately fruitless. 

Bik gazed blankly at the board. Up until now, there had only been one person who had beaten him in a game of Xecho. His uncle, who had taught him the game in the first place. He could scarcely believe that this lynx had beaten him, twice. And yet, the proof of his defeat was there, staring him in the face. 

"Well, Risha, it looks like you've fleeced our new friend here good."

This remark provoked a general eruption of merriment . Aside from Bik, the only ones who did not join in, were Kyros and the person to whom it had been addressed. 

The Laughter added to the humiliation Bik sensed, causing ears and face to burn red. It also reminded him of the money he now owed the lynx (more than a month's salary) and the worst thing was that he had no-one to blame but himself.

How could I have been so...so stupid.

Suddenly, he became aware that the lynx was looking at him.

"I'll honor my debt" he muttered, in a surly tone. "Don't worry."

"Actually" she said, "I want to talk to you. In private."

She rose and gestured for Bik to follow her, which he did. To his surprise, the lynx led him upstairs to where the guest-rooms were located. She opened a door and, once the two of them stepped inside.

"There is another way for you to pay your debt" the lynx said, once she had shut the door. "One that won't cost you a single bronze."

Bik looked around the sparsely furnished chamber, his eyes landing on the narrow bed. 

What? Right here, right now?

"I see" he said, and began to undo his belt.

"Oh, keep your pants on" the lynx snapped, irritably. "Listen, you work at the Vinolian embassy's mail-room. Right?"

"Um, yes" Bik said, feeling a bit disappointed. "I sort the mail. Well, not by myself. There are..."

"Yes, yes" the lynx brusquely cut him off. "There's a way for you or your colleagues to recognize which incoming mail are important, without opening them, right?"

"There is". Bik's answer came hesitantly. He was beginning to see what the lynx wanted from him and he did not like it. 

"Good. Now, here's what I want you to do..."

****

Next afternoon, Bik left the embassy as usual, but, instead of heading for the tavern, he went into a nearby alley, where the lynx waited for him.

"Well?" She asked.

Stepping closer, Bik dropped an object into the lynx's outstretched paw. It was a small piece of parchment, rolled up and held together with a red seal. 

"This was the only urgent message we got today" the lamb said. "Are we done?"

The Lynx shrugged.

"Depends on whether or not its the message I want."

"And if not?"

"Than we'll do this again, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, until..."

"You know, I took a risk smuggling that message out", Bik cut her off. "If I'm discovered..." He shook his head. "You are the worst person I've met", he finished.

The Lynx did not pay any attention to Bik. She had broken the seal and was unrolling the message. Having read it, she took out the IOU. and began ripping it to shreds.

As he watched the IOU turn into confetti, Bik felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Tears of relief came into his eyes.

"We're done here" the lynx said. "Oh, one last thing..."

Bik was just about to leave, but something in the lynx's voice made him stay.

"I hope that I'm the worst person you'll ever meet. That's all."

And with those words, the lynx walked past Bik. For a moment, he stood there, watching her back, wondering where she was going. Then, he left too. In the opposite direction.


Friday, June 14, 2024

Chapter 86

 "Stop telling me to push you hag!! What do you think I'm doing?!!!"

The Goat midwife, known to be the best in all Vinoli, did not flinch at the insult that Argath had just thrown her way. Nor did she take any notice of the dragon-Queen's features, made horrible by pain and anger. Instead, she simply nodded and crouched down between her patient's legs.

"That's it, Your Majesty" she said, encouragingly. "Keep going."

"Arghh!!!"

As she struggled to vacate from her body the life that had been steadily growing in it and was about to burst into the World, several thoughts went through Argath's head:

This is worse than any form of torture I could ever devise. To think that some women go through this more than once.

"Ngaaa!!

How long has this been going on? It feels like an eternity.

What if something goes wrong? What if this damn thing ends up killing me? It happened to my own mother. No! I don't want to die! Not this way. I want to live and rule.

"Almost there, Your Majesty. A bit more effort."

Damn you, Faljan, if you had belonged to an egg-lying species than I would not have to suffer like this...

*****

Multi-colored blobs danced in front of Argath's eyes and gradually turned into people. One of them was the midwife, cradling a tiny bundle. She raised an arm and pointed at it.

"Is that...?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. This is your son."

"Bring him here. We wish to examine him closer."

The Midwife took a step forward and held out the infant for his mother to observe. Argath looked at her child and saw herself in her tiny features. With the exception of the eyes, which was the color of his father's. She nodded in approval.

"Do you wish to hold him, Your Majesty?"

"No. You may show him to the Royal Consort and the others. Oh, and tell them that a name have already been decided."

"What name?"

"Had the child been female, it would have carried Our name. However, since that is not the case, it shall have the name of the best male We have ever known."

And so, later day the citizens of the capital (and soon all the land) were greeted with the news that an heir to the thrones of Vinoli, Frigonia and Guanaca had been born and had been given the name Argeron.

****

Around this time, the Eramus Troupe, having fulfilled the obligation of their contract, had once again, set sail. At the moment, the Troupe had cast anchor in a harbor to restock on provisions.

"I can't wait to see Luke and Amelia again" Leorin said, as he and Sara strolled through the bazaar. "It's been years."

"You'll have to wait" said the porcupine. "We still have weeks at sea ahead of us, and that's if the winds are favorable."

"True"  Leorin agreed. "It's too bad that..."

"Eeeee!!!"

Both Leorin and Sara turned in the direction that the piercing shriek had come from. A youthful female bat was struggling in the grip of a fruit-seller.

"You hurt me!" She whined. "Let go!"

"Thought you could steal from me, did you?" Growled the big ape, baring a row of jaundiced teeth. "You'll soon find out what happens to thieves in the city" he added, tightening his grip around the shoplifter's wrists.

It was then that Leorin stepped forward, stirred to pity by the bat's appearance; by her unwashed fur and the rags covering her bony limbs.

"Excuse me" he said. "I'll pay for whatever she took. What was it?"

Surprised that anyone would come to the rescue of this nefarious fruit-thief, the vendor could only stare slack-jawed at the person before him. 

"A mango" he said, eventually. "Fifteen bronze."

"Here's your money" said Leorin, as he put down the requested sum in the simian's outstretched paw. "Now, let her go."

The Vendor did so, and Leorin took a mango from the stall and held it out to the bat, who was eyeing him guardedly.

"Go ahead" the cat smiled. "It's yours now."

After a moment's hesitation, the bat quickly snatched the offered fruit and, without a word, leaped into the air and flew away, holding the mango close to her chest.

"You're welcome!" Sara called out after her. "The Nerve of some people" she muttered, biting her lip in dismay.

"Aw, it doesn't matter" Leorin said, goodhumoredly. 

He then asked Sara if she, too was getting hungry. She answered in the affirmative and the couple went in search for something to eat. 

****

That evening, Leorin could not sleep. For some reason, he kept thinking of the girl he had saved. Not that he was in love with her, Leo was fairly certain that was not the case, but he did find her intriguing. Perhaps he and Sara could use her as a character in their next play? He'd have to discuss with her. 

Quietly, so as not to wake Sara, he left the cabin and went out on deck. There, another member of the troupe was keeping watch. 

"Trouble sleeping?" He asked Leorin and the younger male confirmed that it was so.

"In that case, perhaps you could..." The Other began.

"Sure, I'll take your shift."

The Other offered Leorin his thanks and went off to bed. Left alone on the deck, the black cat gazed up at the moon, while a light breeze tugged on his nightshirt. 

Leorin's contemplating was suddenly disturbed by a sound. It came from somewhere in the ship's hold and at first, it made its sole listener frown in puzzlement. Surely, he must have misheard? No, though faint, it was unmistakably the sound of someone chewing.

Who could this someone be? Probably not one of the troupe, which left one alternative: A stow-away. 

Whoever's down there might be dangerous, Leorin thought. I should alert the others? No, wait, what if I'm wrong? I'd never hear the end of it. Besides, I'm almost an adult. I'll deal with this myself.

Having made up his mind, Leorin climbed down into the hold. There, he took from a nearby box, a sword. One used only for playacting, but which looked real enough to an untrained eye. 

Thus armed (so to speak), he ventured deeper into the hold, while taking care not to step on any planks whose sound would give him away. Soon, he came up behind a hunched figure wrapped in a tarp. With one quick move, Leorin grabbed the tarp and pulled it away. Surprised, the stowaway turned around and Risha's brother found himself face to face with the person who had kept him awake.




Monday, May 27, 2024

Chapter 85

 The Sudden tapping on her shoulder caused Risha's fur to stand on end. Cursing herself for not paying more attention, she turned around and was relieved to find that the person who had surprised her was none other than Merees.

"Damn it, Mer" Risha hissed. "You nearly scared the crap out of me."

Merees was about to apologize, when she noticed that Risha was gesturing for her to both get down and be quiet. She obeyed both instructions.

Just then, the two of them could hear the sound of a chair being pulled out and someone rising from it. The Lynx and the dragon both looked at each other and then, quickly crept around the corner of the building. They had barely done so, when the door opened and Grahm stepped outside. The Weasel looked in each direction, shrugged and went back inside.

"I'm sorry, hon" Merees said, once she and Risha had made enough distance between themselves and the pavilion. "I guess I ruined your eaves-dropping."

"It's fine" Risha said. "I think I had heard enough."

Merees gave Risha a searching look. 

"The People you were spying on" she said, rubbing her chin.  "They wouldn't happen to be countrymen of ours, would they?"

"I'm afraid so and they know that you're here."

"I see. I suppose my presence being discovered was inevitable. Although, I would have preferred if it had happened later rather than sooner. What else do they know?"

"Nothing" Risha said. "That's it."

She proceeded to tell Merees about her encounter with Alys, as well as what she had learnt from her snooping. As she did this, a thought came to her. It was the kind of thought that furrowed the lynx's brow and made her bite down on her lower lip.

"Something wrong, Risha?" Merees asked with concern.

"It's the Vinolians. What if they  make an attempt on your life while we're  here?"

Having made sure that there were no prying eyes about, Merees touched Risha's lips with her own.

"Don't worry" she said. "I am still their Princess, after all. I doubt that they will act against me on their own volition. Of course," she continued after a brief pause. "Most likely the Ambassador has sent word to Argath that I'm here and are awaiting her response."

"Then we have to make sure he does not get it". As she uttered this simple statement of fact, Risha traded the expression of worry she had worn, for one of determination.

****

Jeraddin was in the garden, practicing his swordsmanship on a training dummy, when he became increasingly aware that he was being observed.

"Yes, Flora?" He asked, without stopping what he was doing. "What is it?"

Flora was glad that her employer still had his back to her, so that he could not see her blushing. The Hedgehog had spent a minute drinking in the sight of Jeraddin's broad shoulders and chest, both of which were on full display. Her eyes had also wandered downwards, past the lynx's belly button, as she fantasized about the part of his anatomy that remained concealed by clothing; imagining its length, its girth and how it would feel in her paws, in her..."

With supreme effort, Flora banished these thoughts to deep recesses of her mind, to be plucked out and mulled over when she was alone.

"There's a message for you, Sir" she said, stepping onto the lawn. "Bearing the Royal seal."

Jeraddin lowered his blade and took the letter his housekeeper handed to him. 

"Flora" he said, having skimmed over the contents of the letter.  "Be so kind as to fetch me some water and a towel  and take out a new pair of clothes. Thank you."

****

Jeraddin had barely set foot inside the palace when he realized that something was happening. In the hallways, people from all rungs on the social ladder huddled together in small groups and talked in hushed tones to each other. The General was about to ask what was going on, when his ears and those of everyone else, were assaulted by a woman screaming. 

Ah, he thought to himself. So, that's what's happening.

Knowing what he now knew, Jeraddin was not surprised when he was shown into Argath's study and found that it was occupied, not by the Queen herself, but her right-paw. 

Lorenzo was standing with his back to Jeraddin, busily feeding something into the lit fireplace. On a nearby table laid two stacks of some kind of pamphlet. Looking closer, Jeraddin noticed a name written on them:

Cornelius.

Quickly, the lynx snatched up one of the pamphlets and hid it in his coat. Having done this, he cleared he knocked on the table and got the satisfaction of seeing Lorenzo make a little jump, before turning around.

For a moment, the fox stared at Jeraddin with his solitary eye, then his face was split by a grin.

"Ah, General Jerradin" he said. "Good of you to arrive so promptly."

"What does Argath want from me now?" Jeraddin asked, not returning the smile.

"Her Majesty is sending you to Frigonia. Apparently, there's unrest brewing there and the Governor has requested your aid in dealing with it.

"I see."

Jeraddin was about to leave, when Lorenzo told him to stay.

"There's another reason why you were sent for" the fox said.

"Which is?"

"Since its size have grown exponentially in recent years, the Queen have decided that management of her army is too heavy a burden to be laid on only one person. So, beginning with your return from Frigonia, you will be sharing your power with two other Generals."

"Both of whom are handpicked by Argath herself, I assume?"

"Correct. That's all, General, good luck in Frigonia."

Having left the study, Jeraddin went in search for Nasari, to tell her the news. While looking for her, he came across Faljan, who was pacing nervously back and forth. For a moment, Jeraddin considered congratulating the Royal Consort on his imminent fatherhood, but decided against it and simply greeted him with a respectful bow.

Poor fellow, he thought,having taken his leave of the fennec. He must know that his life hangs by a thread.








Saturday, May 25, 2024

2014-2024

 Going through the archive I realized that this year marks the 10-year anniversary of Vik's All Purpose Blog (if we're going to be pedantic, it turned ten on May 5th, so that's when this post should have been made. Still, better late than never and besides, I doubt anyone noticed but me).

You may think I'm being presumptuous and silly, but I can't help but feel a modicum of pride knowing that I've kept this blog going for this blog for a decade (even if I feel I don't update as often as I perhaps ought to). I realize that, as far as accomplishments go, it's not terrible impressive. Still, it's better than nothing.

Anyway, I'd like to thank anyone who has ever read what I've written. Whether you stopped by once, came to the conclusion that I was a fucking moron and left vowing to never return, or are a recurring visitor (some of you must exist), you have my gratitude for giving my writings your time and attention.

Thank you.