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Back Again

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Here we are again. The thing that stops me writing is under control for now and ideas are flowing. If you look back on this site you will see a lot of unfinished story ideas. As I was reading through I realised that these stories all took place in one world. I have a world, and I have an idea. 

Over the next few days I will start another story. It is about an all powerful wizard and the people who try and stop him. A cliche idea, but the fun comes not in the setting but in how the story is told. It is not unique, but it is rare. It will be dark, it will be gritty and it will be adventurous. Will it work? I have no idea. But if I don’t try I will never know.

See you all soon! 

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Dark Navy – Part One

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Derek was a normal, if slightly boring, man. His job, while once considered exciting and brave, was now just normal. Yes, he got to roam around space aboard the HMS King Charles, but space was empty; empty was boring. How had space become boring?

When he was a kid, being a member of the crew of a daring HMS ship had been his dream. The posters on his wall had been of Captain Arval and Admiral Lister, two of the greatest space leaders of the age, though for different reasons.

Captain Arval has pushed her ship, HMS Daring, to the known limits of the universe, and then she had been the first to slip into the deep black beyond. To a young her bravery had known no limits, and as a teenager her looks had kept that poster on his wall. It had been over five years since contact was lost with her ship. That had been a dark day. Continue reading “Dark Navy – Part One” →

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Judgement – Part Four

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He had found the little healers place thoroughly well designed. Although it was small he had everything he needed to keep a few patients waiting, see on in his treatment room and there was room upstairs to bed two or three he wanted to keep over night. Whoever had been the previous healer really knew their craft, and that was not just based on the design of the house.

The top floor was the private rooms, with barely enough room for bed and desk. Not because the room was that small, but because the rest of the space was full of books. Most were standard healing books, but the most interesting ones were the handwritten notebooks and journals. The previous healer had clearly been a genius in the healing arts. How he had ended up at the arse end of such a small town would forever be a puzzle. However, with the need for a new name he had decided to pay homage to his benefactor by taking his surname, Lament, to be his own. So far that was the only name he had had to use.
Continue reading “Judgement – Part Four” →

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Judgement – Part Three

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Jarvis stood looking at the smoldering ruin that had once been Ravenhold Farm. He just stood there and watched, the twenty men behind getting more and more restless. It didn’t matter, he needed to know. It was very hard to tell the difference between fire born from this world and fire wrenched from another. Before he attacked anything, he needed to know. And so he watched; waited and watched.

The men behind him chattered, their voices growing louder as their discipline gave way. He couldn’t be mad. These were simple town guards, not men of the Great Army he once commanded, or even men of the Temple. Most were volunteers even, not even paid to do this job. The fact they had remained so still and silent for so long was a great testament to the men, and it was that fact he tried to keep in his mind. Even so, the voices were getting too loud, loud enough to distract him. He would need to silence them. As he turned round to do just that, he saw it. It was faint, out of the corner of his eye, but ti was there. He could have doubted it, looked again, but it was in those moments of indecision that people often died. Continue reading “Judgement – Part Three” →

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Judgement – Part Two

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Past the muddy roads and onto the paved streets of the town proper, news of a new healer in town was travelling. Word on the street was that he was good, and cheaper than the old one. Many with ailments large and small, real and imaginary, were making their way to the outskirts where the healer lived.

Next to the one stone house in the town stood the wooden fort the town guards called home. Sat at his desk was Captain Lionel Jarvis. He was a mountain of a man, known to be level headed and fair in his judgements. Some even rumoured he was once a Bailiff, but never too loud. Bailiffs were no longer allowed to roam free in society, and even if Jarvis was one, none wanted the man to leave. He had brought stability and mercy to the rough town streets, and he was adored for that. Continue reading “Judgement – Part Two” →

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Judgement – Part One

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The man stumbled into the town in the deep of night. It was not a town he knew, and that was just fine with him. The streets were empty, the guards inattentive; this was the place. This was a place he could find a new home.
He stayed on the outskirts, looking for a place he could sleep. An inn would, even in a sleepy town like this, would bring too much attention to him. He may not know this town, but he had no doubt there would be people here who would recognise him. No, he needed a quiet place where news and adventurers did not go. Maybe a farm, but what good could he offer a farm? He had no strength or skill at growing. Well, herbs, but few farmers around here would be herb growers.
It was then that he saw it; a small apothecary standing old and disused. He made his way towards it, a sign saying closed was painted across the boarded up windows. More importantly a small not was nailed on underneath. Taking it the man read;


Our healer died, we need a new one. If you have the skill the place us yours, signed, Mayor Thomas.
The man smiled. Was he being given a chance at redemption? Surely he didn’t deserve that? But as Duncan always said, few people could judge what the gods would allow. Maybe the old goat had been right. He could setup a shop, heal some people and help balance the books of his soul.
With a lightness he hadn’t felt for over a decade he pulled the boards from the door and walked into what he hoped would be his new home for many years to come. Now all he needed was a new name and a new look. He had the tools to accomplish that.

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The Haunted Mirror

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Hi all,

Just a quick note to let you all know the sequel to The Painted Eggs, and case number two for The Old Elf, The Orphan and The Dwarf is now running on the new website. The Haunted Mirror is updating every Monday and Friday.

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Cheers,

Chad

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A 2015 Update

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Hi everybody. This year has been busy so far and has seen the start of some new stories, as well as work on bringing back some old ones. As of now I have three main stories in the works;

  • The Known Sword (TKS)
  • The Sister and the Paladin (TSP)
  • The Old Elf, The Orphan and the Dwarf (TOE)

All three are now being worked on at my new webhome here, so please do go and check them out. I will still be posting random shorts here, as well as parts from new ideas I am working on, but all serials will be going to my new home.

Thank you all

Chad

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The Sister and the Paladin # 5

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Dark stood in his small home and worried. Something was very wrong with the fabric of the mortal realm, and she was Light was involved somehow. Light dreamed of order, and living beings often ruined what that order. Was he making a move to destroy it all again?

No. Something was off about Light, but she was sure he was not making a move. Besides, there had been something very familiar about that dark shell. He looked over to a small cupboard. Could that be it? Continue reading “The Sister and the Paladin # 5” →