Yes, I be a pirate currently. Actually.. No, I'm not a pirate, but I'm so out of it I may think I'm one.
So I ran into a small dilemma. It seems that what I had already written has caught up with what I have yet to write. Sure there's still a tinsy bit of cushion, but I can only stretch a Chapter with tiny posts so far. So! I shall take a break from posting and actually get my rear in gear to keep on typing. yey......
I could bitch about no one reading this blog. However, that is not my goal. Ha ha! Fooled ya didn't I? Honestly, I don't blame anyone for not reading it. Since it's pretty much a first draft anyways, a lot of it seems to be cut and paste and doesn't mesh together as well as it should. It also seems greatly unoriginal; which could be true. I was greatly influenced by other video games at the time. I.E. - Lunar and Final Fantasy (a mixture of FF games, but there are a few things that are similar to FF8). I will tell you, though that there is SOME originality in it. Though it may be in just a few things, like specific character designs, it's still there.
If you're also wondering if this is even going anywhere? It is. I have it started, I know how the characters will be introduced and how the storyline goes, and I know how it ends. I just need to fill in the blanks, even if they don't fit in as nicely as they should. Who knows... Maybe oneday this will get well underway and someone might be interested in it. Then I can edit the whole damn thing so it doesn't seem like some kid with rediculous big dream sprawled it out in various notebooks. *shuffles feet * Heh...
Hope to see ya all next year. ^^
Bye bye for now!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas all! As a special gift, you shall receive a very big spo... I mean.. Sneak peek.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Chapter 3 (part 3)
After breakfast, everyone went on to do their own things. Gust went to sit in a rocking chair near the fireplace in the hall and knit; she was still too weak to clean. Gale went to clean up the table and do her daily routine. White Glory perched herself on a chair near Gust and examined her wings. Tempest, on the other hand, took some time out to bathe and get himself ready for a normal day. When Tempest was finished he entered into the hall, where he didn’t go unnoticed. White Glory stopped her inspection and flew over to him as soon as he emerged from the bath room. “Tempest..” her reptilian-like mouth moved, “Are you ready to help me now?”
Tempest had completely forgotten about the promise he made to her. He paused and then quickly came up with an answer. “Let me stay here for a bit longer.” He said dodging her.
The white dragon saw through his bluff. “You aren’t trying to get out of this are you?” she responded with a sneer.
Gust laughed a bit, “Tempest. Gale and I will be alright if you wanted to take some time to explore. Glory here told us about it. I’m sure we’ll manage.”
“But..” Tempest started.
“It’s alright lad, you’ve took care of us good enough. Besides, it might help with our financial situation if you happened across some fine treasure. Gale said she’ll do some part time work at the inn, so we should be alright for now.” Gust said reassuringly.
Defeated, Tempest listened to what Gust had said. He had much respect for her and didn’t want to do anything to worry her. “If you both will be alright.. Then I’ll go. I’ll make sure I’ll come back to visit as much as I can.” He said in an obeying manner.
“I’m sure you’ll have fun seeing different things. Gale made a bundle for you already. It’s sitting outside on the stump.” Gust remarked.
“Give her my thanks.” Tempest said as he started to head towards his room, “Let me get my things and we can go.”
“Mmm..” was all that White Glory got out as she prepped herself for journey once again.
Tempest had completely forgotten about the promise he made to her. He paused and then quickly came up with an answer. “Let me stay here for a bit longer.” He said dodging her.
The white dragon saw through his bluff. “You aren’t trying to get out of this are you?” she responded with a sneer.
Gust laughed a bit, “Tempest. Gale and I will be alright if you wanted to take some time to explore. Glory here told us about it. I’m sure we’ll manage.”
“But..” Tempest started.
“It’s alright lad, you’ve took care of us good enough. Besides, it might help with our financial situation if you happened across some fine treasure. Gale said she’ll do some part time work at the inn, so we should be alright for now.” Gust said reassuringly.
Defeated, Tempest listened to what Gust had said. He had much respect for her and didn’t want to do anything to worry her. “If you both will be alright.. Then I’ll go. I’ll make sure I’ll come back to visit as much as I can.” He said in an obeying manner.
“I’m sure you’ll have fun seeing different things. Gale made a bundle for you already. It’s sitting outside on the stump.” Gust remarked.
“Give her my thanks.” Tempest said as he started to head towards his room, “Let me get my things and we can go.”
“Mmm..” was all that White Glory got out as she prepped herself for journey once again.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Chapter 3 (part 2)
Morning light infiltrated past the divider and shown itself on Tempest’s wardrobe. The ruffled brown hair of Tempest peeked out from under the blanket. Calmly he woke up, but something was different. There was only the morning silence and nothing else. He woke up, saw his things laying on the ground, and left them there for now. Walking out of his room the silence still hung in the air. Tempest wandered down to Gust’s room to see how she was doing, but she wasn’t present. Looking for her, Tempest finally managed to make it into the dining hall. There he saw Gale and Gust sitting on the right hand side of the table and on the left, seated on a stack of books, was White Glory. Tempest put the fact that she was set at the table aside and focused his attention to the more important matter.
Gale took notice of the young man she saw as her master and waived him over to the head chair. “Come, please eat with us!” she said in a cheery mood. Tempest was both glad and confused. He was glad that she was in higher spirits. He was confused, because she didn’t insist on giving him breakfast in bed. Had she started to act like a regular person instead of a servant? Tempest shook the thought from his head and took his seat at the head of the table. Gale looked at him happily, “It’s all here before you. There’s some eggs, toast, and milk. Unfortunately.. We ran out of Jelly and butter so your going to have to eat your toast without them.”
“It’s ok.” Tempest said knowing that they were running low on food again. He motioned to the late aged woman who sat next to Gale, “It seems you are doing much better Gust, but are you sure you should be up and moving around.”
Gust finished the piece of toast she was munching on, “Yes, I’m feeling very good. I thank you for getting the medicine for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be up and running in no time.”
Tempest wasn’t sure what to do. Here his hard work paid off, but it seems that it paid off too well. He knows they were both grateful, yet he felt a sense of something out of the ordinary. It was then that he remembered White Glory’s presence. He turned his head to look at her. The little white dragon stood upon the books gracefully munching away on a piece of toast, as if she wasn’t even a creature. “Glory..” Tempest spoke to her, “How was your stay?”
The little dragon raised her head from the dish laid before her and bobbed her head in a nod. “Good! Your servants are very nice! It’s been a while since I had a nice bed to sleep in and a good breakfast!”
Tempest looked angrily at her. “They aren’t servants! They’re family!” he yelled pounding the table. All three stopped eating and stared at him surprised by the noise.
White Glory frantically apologized, “I’m sorry.. I thought the were your… I didn’t know!!!!”
Tempest calmed back down and gave her a look. “It’s ok I guess.. You didn’t know.” His tone still a bit irritated, “I am wondering about one thing, though.” They all looked confused.
“What’s that?” Gust asked.
Tempest pointed to White Glory, “Why she’s eating at the table?”.
“Isn’t she your guest?”
“Hmmm…”
“We thought she was since you brought her home..”
“I suppose so… Very well.. Let’s eat.”
They all continued back to eating. Tempest started to dig in himself since he was late, almost guzzling everything down.
Gale took notice of the young man she saw as her master and waived him over to the head chair. “Come, please eat with us!” she said in a cheery mood. Tempest was both glad and confused. He was glad that she was in higher spirits. He was confused, because she didn’t insist on giving him breakfast in bed. Had she started to act like a regular person instead of a servant? Tempest shook the thought from his head and took his seat at the head of the table. Gale looked at him happily, “It’s all here before you. There’s some eggs, toast, and milk. Unfortunately.. We ran out of Jelly and butter so your going to have to eat your toast without them.”
“It’s ok.” Tempest said knowing that they were running low on food again. He motioned to the late aged woman who sat next to Gale, “It seems you are doing much better Gust, but are you sure you should be up and moving around.”
Gust finished the piece of toast she was munching on, “Yes, I’m feeling very good. I thank you for getting the medicine for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be up and running in no time.”
Tempest wasn’t sure what to do. Here his hard work paid off, but it seems that it paid off too well. He knows they were both grateful, yet he felt a sense of something out of the ordinary. It was then that he remembered White Glory’s presence. He turned his head to look at her. The little white dragon stood upon the books gracefully munching away on a piece of toast, as if she wasn’t even a creature. “Glory..” Tempest spoke to her, “How was your stay?”
The little dragon raised her head from the dish laid before her and bobbed her head in a nod. “Good! Your servants are very nice! It’s been a while since I had a nice bed to sleep in and a good breakfast!”
Tempest looked angrily at her. “They aren’t servants! They’re family!” he yelled pounding the table. All three stopped eating and stared at him surprised by the noise.
White Glory frantically apologized, “I’m sorry.. I thought the were your… I didn’t know!!!!”
Tempest calmed back down and gave her a look. “It’s ok I guess.. You didn’t know.” His tone still a bit irritated, “I am wondering about one thing, though.” They all looked confused.
“What’s that?” Gust asked.
Tempest pointed to White Glory, “Why she’s eating at the table?”.
“Isn’t she your guest?”
“Hmmm…”
“We thought she was since you brought her home..”
“I suppose so… Very well.. Let’s eat.”
They all continued back to eating. Tempest started to dig in himself since he was late, almost guzzling everything down.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Chapter 3 (part 1)
Within the spacious and empty hall of Tempest’s home, a door creaked from the lower of the two floors. A young woman aged in her mid twenties crept out of a small wooden door. Her long brown, messy hair reflected her frail, worried face. Fixing her apron she walked into the hall after checking on her mother, Gale began to return to her duties. “He’s been gone awfully long..” she muttered to herself. She was about to walk towards the kitchen, when the front door opened. In walks the young man in his sheik-like cap and his cape with a small white creature floating behind him. He looked at the woman staring back at him, looking both mad that he had snuck out and curious of where he had gone. “M-master… Where.?” she asked troubled.
Tempest gave her a slight smile, “It’s ok now, Gale. I have the medicine.”
Gale’s fluster expression turned to one of suppressed joy. “Thank goodness.” She said walking closer to Tempest and gesturing for him to hand it over, “May I have it to give to her please?”
Tempest took out the flask and placed it in her pale hands. “Here you go, “Make sure she gets what she needs…” Tempest nodded to her, “I need some rest now.”
“Yes… Tempest.” she bowed slightly and then returned to her mother’s room.
Tempest walked up to his room to sleep for the night. Before he entered he motioned to White Glory, “There’s tons of rooms to stay in. Make yourself at home.” Even though he didn’t know how she slept, she nodded all the same. He then proceeded to go into his room, where he collapsed on the floor. “What a day…” He said to himself, “At least I was able to get the medicine for Gust today.” He then proceeded to unarm himself and remembered he forgot to put his hat and cape back in the coatroom. Nonetheless, he just tossed it to the side and went to bed.
Tempest gave her a slight smile, “It’s ok now, Gale. I have the medicine.”
Gale’s fluster expression turned to one of suppressed joy. “Thank goodness.” She said walking closer to Tempest and gesturing for him to hand it over, “May I have it to give to her please?”
Tempest took out the flask and placed it in her pale hands. “Here you go, “Make sure she gets what she needs…” Tempest nodded to her, “I need some rest now.”
“Yes… Tempest.” she bowed slightly and then returned to her mother’s room.
Tempest walked up to his room to sleep for the night. Before he entered he motioned to White Glory, “There’s tons of rooms to stay in. Make yourself at home.” Even though he didn’t know how she slept, she nodded all the same. He then proceeded to go into his room, where he collapsed on the floor. “What a day…” He said to himself, “At least I was able to get the medicine for Gust today.” He then proceeded to unarm himself and remembered he forgot to put his hat and cape back in the coatroom. Nonetheless, he just tossed it to the side and went to bed.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Chapter Break 2
Another chapter finished and another picture to display. This time a anime-style attempt of Tempest. I think I like my original style more then this one on all the characters. They don't look as cool. 
One day I may need to draw them all again and color them, but that's for another time. Yes, you will see more then just Tempest. I have two versions of each character (my traditional style and the animesque one) and will post one at each break. The next will be of course, White Glory. Since I'm better at drawing animals/beasts/creatures, many of you may enjoy her pictures more.
One day I may need to draw them all again and color them, but that's for another time. Yes, you will see more then just Tempest. I have two versions of each character (my traditional style and the animesque one) and will post one at each break. The next will be of course, White Glory. Since I'm better at drawing animals/beasts/creatures, many of you may enjoy her pictures more.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
Since I won't be around to post on the actual holiday, I decided to do it now. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it! Those who don't, well I hope you have a nice day. ^^
I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I know it's a tad dry, but count it as an unedited novel. Like a beta or something. Makes you feel special, neh?
See ya all next Tuesday if not sooner!
~ Auntie
I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I know it's a tad dry, but count it as an unedited novel. Like a beta or something. Makes you feel special, neh?
See ya all next Tuesday if not sooner!
~ Auntie
Chapter 2 (part 4)
Back in the desert town of Ca’astings, Tempest and White Glory made their way toward the doctor’s house. Their presence did not go unnoticed, as many people stared and made comments about the small white creature following Tempest around. Tempest paid no mind, there were a lot more stranger things that could happen. As he reached the doctor’s house he could see the door was open. He peeked inside hoping to find the old man, Mr. Storm. Who was there wasn’t him, but an late aged woman. She was alone in the main room holding a beaker of medicine in her hand. Her pale yellow dress was covered by a white apron. “Hello Tempest.” She said with a smile, “Did you find what you were looking for?”.
“Yes ma’am.” He responded pulling out the flowers from his satchel. He handed out the vibrant purple flowers to the woman who then took them after she set the beaker down.
“I’ll need some time to prepare the medicine. Till then can you go check on Whirlwind’s son for me? I gave him some medicine a while ago, but I can’t go see how he’s doing on it. Would you mind seeing him and letting me know how he’s doing?”
“I will go do that..” Tempest responded a little concerned.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to go back to your house as soon as the medicine is finished. I’m pretty sure Gale is taking care of her mother just fine.” She said with a smile. Tempest nodded his head and then walked out of the door he had stepped into.
Heading over to the western part of town Tempest walked into a small hut of a house. There a middle aged gentleman was angrily rushing about his house. His black hair was messy and he wore somewhat ragged clothing. Tempest stood near the distracted man as he angrily mumbled to him, “What are you doing here? Do you have something you need?”.
“I’m here to check up on your son. Dr. Storm sent me.” Tempest said.
The angry man took a look at him and then went back to rushing about, “He’s in his bedroom, go ahead and look for yourself.” Tempest let the man go back to his work while he approached a rotted door and lightly opened it.
Inside the very tiny bedroom laid a small bed with a boy around the age of ten lying in bed. He moved his head to look at Tempest. White Glory edged inside the room so she had room to move. The boy took notice, “What a pretty birdie. It looks different from what daddy tells me, though.”
She stared at the boy with a “I’m not a bird” look. Tempest nudged her a bit, “He’s hardly been outside since he was born. Just recently has Dr. Storm found a medicine that may have helped him at a stable level.” He whispered. He then turned his attention toward the boy, “ how are you feeling today, Breeze?”
The small boy made a slight cough, “Good today.. The headaches have stopped hurting. Daddy says if I’m really good enough he’ll take me outside today.”
“That’s great to hear.” Tempest said with a small smile of reassurance, “I have to go now. You get nice and healthy so you can go outside ok?”
“Ok.” Breeze said, “Will you and the birdie play with me when I am able to go outside?”
“Sure.” Tempest said as he and White Glory exited the room.
Before they left the rickety shack, Whirlwind stopped them, “Tell that doctor that she better find more of the stuff for that medicine. It’s working better for him then the other stuff he had been getting.”. With that he went back to rushing about. Tempest decided not to bother him any longer and return back to the doctors office. When he returned Mr. and Mrs. Storm stood near their counter of medicines.
They both looked up as Tempest entered the main area. “Ah, Tempest you’re back! What news do you have of little Breeze?” Mrs. Storm questioned.
Tempest explained his condition and what his father had said. “Wonderful! That means the medicine was a success! Here, I have the medicine you needed. It’s the same as always and since you brought the flowers yourself I added an extra amount.” She said as she handed a flask of a purple liquid to him.
“Thank you Dr. Storm, it’s much appreciated.” Tempest said.
“You’re very welcome. By the way… Where did you find your new little friend? It’s been ages since I’ve seen a creature like her.” She pointed out White Glory. Mr. Storm nodded, “White dragons have been said to be the messenger of the gods and are often quite rare. In fact, I think the last one we have seen was when your father went on his journey twenty years ago…”.
“That’s right! Except that one didn’t have a crest and it’s eyes were blue instead of green.” Dr. Storm added. Tempest looked confusingly at White Glory who, in turn, look just as confused as he did.
He turned his attention back to the older couple. “I found her at the ruined house and invited her to come back home with me….” He didn’t say anymore of the situation.
Dr. Storm smiled, “Well I have a feeling that you both have a long journey before you.”.
Tempest was unsure of what she meant. “T-thank you again for the medicine… I must be off now.” He stated as he quickly headed out and back to his house.
The couple looked off towards the doorway he left. “That boy is exactly like his father was back then..” Mr. Storm said for his wife to hear.
“I agree… I wonder if he will find comrades during his journey just as his father had found us.” Dr. Storm responded.
“Time will only tell, dear.” He stated as they both went back to their work.
“Yes ma’am.” He responded pulling out the flowers from his satchel. He handed out the vibrant purple flowers to the woman who then took them after she set the beaker down.
“I’ll need some time to prepare the medicine. Till then can you go check on Whirlwind’s son for me? I gave him some medicine a while ago, but I can’t go see how he’s doing on it. Would you mind seeing him and letting me know how he’s doing?”
“I will go do that..” Tempest responded a little concerned.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to go back to your house as soon as the medicine is finished. I’m pretty sure Gale is taking care of her mother just fine.” She said with a smile. Tempest nodded his head and then walked out of the door he had stepped into.
Heading over to the western part of town Tempest walked into a small hut of a house. There a middle aged gentleman was angrily rushing about his house. His black hair was messy and he wore somewhat ragged clothing. Tempest stood near the distracted man as he angrily mumbled to him, “What are you doing here? Do you have something you need?”.
“I’m here to check up on your son. Dr. Storm sent me.” Tempest said.
The angry man took a look at him and then went back to rushing about, “He’s in his bedroom, go ahead and look for yourself.” Tempest let the man go back to his work while he approached a rotted door and lightly opened it.
Inside the very tiny bedroom laid a small bed with a boy around the age of ten lying in bed. He moved his head to look at Tempest. White Glory edged inside the room so she had room to move. The boy took notice, “What a pretty birdie. It looks different from what daddy tells me, though.”
She stared at the boy with a “I’m not a bird” look. Tempest nudged her a bit, “He’s hardly been outside since he was born. Just recently has Dr. Storm found a medicine that may have helped him at a stable level.” He whispered. He then turned his attention toward the boy, “ how are you feeling today, Breeze?”
The small boy made a slight cough, “Good today.. The headaches have stopped hurting. Daddy says if I’m really good enough he’ll take me outside today.”
“That’s great to hear.” Tempest said with a small smile of reassurance, “I have to go now. You get nice and healthy so you can go outside ok?”
“Ok.” Breeze said, “Will you and the birdie play with me when I am able to go outside?”
“Sure.” Tempest said as he and White Glory exited the room.
Before they left the rickety shack, Whirlwind stopped them, “Tell that doctor that she better find more of the stuff for that medicine. It’s working better for him then the other stuff he had been getting.”. With that he went back to rushing about. Tempest decided not to bother him any longer and return back to the doctors office. When he returned Mr. and Mrs. Storm stood near their counter of medicines.
They both looked up as Tempest entered the main area. “Ah, Tempest you’re back! What news do you have of little Breeze?” Mrs. Storm questioned.
Tempest explained his condition and what his father had said. “Wonderful! That means the medicine was a success! Here, I have the medicine you needed. It’s the same as always and since you brought the flowers yourself I added an extra amount.” She said as she handed a flask of a purple liquid to him.
“Thank you Dr. Storm, it’s much appreciated.” Tempest said.
“You’re very welcome. By the way… Where did you find your new little friend? It’s been ages since I’ve seen a creature like her.” She pointed out White Glory. Mr. Storm nodded, “White dragons have been said to be the messenger of the gods and are often quite rare. In fact, I think the last one we have seen was when your father went on his journey twenty years ago…”.
“That’s right! Except that one didn’t have a crest and it’s eyes were blue instead of green.” Dr. Storm added. Tempest looked confusingly at White Glory who, in turn, look just as confused as he did.
He turned his attention back to the older couple. “I found her at the ruined house and invited her to come back home with me….” He didn’t say anymore of the situation.
Dr. Storm smiled, “Well I have a feeling that you both have a long journey before you.”.
Tempest was unsure of what she meant. “T-thank you again for the medicine… I must be off now.” He stated as he quickly headed out and back to his house.
The couple looked off towards the doorway he left. “That boy is exactly like his father was back then..” Mr. Storm said for his wife to hear.
“I agree… I wonder if he will find comrades during his journey just as his father had found us.” Dr. Storm responded.
“Time will only tell, dear.” He stated as they both went back to their work.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 3)
Tempest took another swig of the usual flask, healing his wounds. “That was an unnecessary battle.” he sighed to himself. He then stepped into the heart of the ruins to find the source of Gust’s medicine. Not seeing a trace, he walked along further until he came upon a battered chest. He placed a hand on it’s top and opened it. A small cloud of dust rose from the belly of the chest. Tempest coughed slightly to free his lungs from the intruding dirt. Once it had cleared he looked inside. All he could see was a sand-stained piece of clothing laying over something he couldn’t quite make out. He squinted to see the outlines of what was hidden before it started to move. Tempest was taken aback from the movement, fearing a monster had found a way to make the chest it’s nest. His hunch was half right as a small white furry creature struggled from under the cloak-like cloth. It’s made a small almost cat like mew as it stretched out to reveal feathered wings and a reptilian-like body. “You’ve got to be kidding me..” Tempest muttered under his breath, “Not another one!” With that he placed a hand against on his head and rubbed his head as if to say “now how am I going to get out of this one?”.
“What are you referring to?” The little creature spoke as it flew into the air shaking the sand and dust off of it’s fur. Two black horns jutted back from it’s skull with a golden fur crest in the middle.
“I just had to deal with a baby dragon and now another…” Tempest sneered.
The dragon’s face turned to an angry glare while it kept itself hovered in the air, “ I am NOT a baby!”
The voice that it produced was not like the little red he had just released to it’s mother. It was feminine, like a grown woman’s sullen voice. “I’ve never heard of an adult dragon that was as small as a baby.” Tempest exclaimed looking her over, “In fact your even smaller then a baby. Not even as familiars do dragons stay that small.”
“Regular dragons that is.” The small dragon’s lips seemed to withdraw back into a smile, “But I’m no ordinary dragon or familiar for that matter.”
“Then what are you?” Tempest responded puzzled.
The dragon’s smile had not wavered, “ A messenger.”
Tempest looked at her strangely, “ A messenger of what?”
“Now is not the time for you to know…” The dragon said as it landed on the ground. The dragon’s response bewildered Tempest, he had no idea what this meant.
The white dragon-beast used it’s long neck to peer over the edge of the chest from the outside. “Can you reach in there for me?” It asked motioning with it’s head.
Tempest approached the battered chest again and kneeled down as the small creature moved out of the way, “What is it that I’m looking for?”.
“A jewel… Rather large and clear.” The small dragon said a little ambitious. Tempest reached in, removing a few things. Some clothing, pieces of useless jewelry and a painted picture of a middle age couple, yellowed and falling apart with age. The small dragon seemed to gaze at the painting as if remembering something that had been forgotten a long time ago.
Tempest took little noticed as he came across a green gemmed pendant, “Oh! I found a ansithis pendant. Good for warding off poison.”. He pocketed the pendant into his satchel and continued to search. He finally found what the dragon had described, A palm sized, clear and diamond cut jewel shone in the sunlight. He lifted it up and the creatures eyes migrated to it.
“Yes! That’s it!” It claimed, “Now you must help me take it to..”
“Wait a minute.. I haven’t found what I was originally looking for before I freed you from that chest. Besides that, I don’t even know your name.” He stared at the small creature expecting answers.
“I suppose your right. My name is White Glory. I’m looking for a series of jewels that radiate a certain amount of magic within them. However, they can’t quite be activated till they are gathered together. This stone is one of them. Also, if you haven’t already guessed, I am a female and am not to be mistaken with those beasts everyone calls dragons.” She said with a snort, “Now what was it that you were looking for?”
“Daekeon flowers. I need them to make medicine for a sick.. Family member..” Tempest responded.
“I have heard of those flowers you mentioned. They are known to bloom in this area. Although most of the monsters have ravaged them by now… I do know of one place where they do not touch them though. You’ll have to trust me.” White Glory started off, flying behind the ruins into the wooded area, “Come.. It’s safe on this path.”
Tempest had followed the small dragon towards a small opening near the edge of the woods. It was blooming with flowers and small animals fluttered or skittered about. Various moss covered stones outlined the clearing and protected it’s contents. “The monsters can’t seem to stand to be inside the ring of rocks. Only the normal animals enter here.” White Glory motioned towards the stones. Tempest glanced over the contained meadow searching for the flowers he needed. There were so many different kinds and he had no idea which ones to pick. White Glory flew somewhat ahead of him to a medium sized patch of vibrant purple flowers, “Here.. These are the ones.”
“Thank you.” Tempest acknowledged his appreciation and plucked a few flowers from the ground one he reached the patch.
White Glory’s blank green eyes stared at Tempest as he finished placing the flowers in his satchel. “Now that I’ve helped you.. Can you help me once again?” She asked.
“With finding the jewels?” Tempest asked running it through his mind as her head bobbed up and down in a nod, “Let me worry about this first. Then we can discuss this… Your welcome to follow me home, unless you have a home of your own to go to?”.
Her expression mimicked one of concern, “I have no home to go to anymore. All I have left is this mission I’m on, that’s all…. I appreciate your invite and I think I will take it.”.
“Well then.” Tempest sighed, “ Let’s get going then.”
“What are you referring to?” The little creature spoke as it flew into the air shaking the sand and dust off of it’s fur. Two black horns jutted back from it’s skull with a golden fur crest in the middle.
“I just had to deal with a baby dragon and now another…” Tempest sneered.
The dragon’s face turned to an angry glare while it kept itself hovered in the air, “ I am NOT a baby!”
The voice that it produced was not like the little red he had just released to it’s mother. It was feminine, like a grown woman’s sullen voice. “I’ve never heard of an adult dragon that was as small as a baby.” Tempest exclaimed looking her over, “In fact your even smaller then a baby. Not even as familiars do dragons stay that small.”
“Regular dragons that is.” The small dragon’s lips seemed to withdraw back into a smile, “But I’m no ordinary dragon or familiar for that matter.”
“Then what are you?” Tempest responded puzzled.
The dragon’s smile had not wavered, “ A messenger.”
Tempest looked at her strangely, “ A messenger of what?”
“Now is not the time for you to know…” The dragon said as it landed on the ground. The dragon’s response bewildered Tempest, he had no idea what this meant.
The white dragon-beast used it’s long neck to peer over the edge of the chest from the outside. “Can you reach in there for me?” It asked motioning with it’s head.
Tempest approached the battered chest again and kneeled down as the small creature moved out of the way, “What is it that I’m looking for?”.
“A jewel… Rather large and clear.” The small dragon said a little ambitious. Tempest reached in, removing a few things. Some clothing, pieces of useless jewelry and a painted picture of a middle age couple, yellowed and falling apart with age. The small dragon seemed to gaze at the painting as if remembering something that had been forgotten a long time ago.
Tempest took little noticed as he came across a green gemmed pendant, “Oh! I found a ansithis pendant. Good for warding off poison.”. He pocketed the pendant into his satchel and continued to search. He finally found what the dragon had described, A palm sized, clear and diamond cut jewel shone in the sunlight. He lifted it up and the creatures eyes migrated to it.
“Yes! That’s it!” It claimed, “Now you must help me take it to..”
“Wait a minute.. I haven’t found what I was originally looking for before I freed you from that chest. Besides that, I don’t even know your name.” He stared at the small creature expecting answers.
“I suppose your right. My name is White Glory. I’m looking for a series of jewels that radiate a certain amount of magic within them. However, they can’t quite be activated till they are gathered together. This stone is one of them. Also, if you haven’t already guessed, I am a female and am not to be mistaken with those beasts everyone calls dragons.” She said with a snort, “Now what was it that you were looking for?”
“Daekeon flowers. I need them to make medicine for a sick.. Family member..” Tempest responded.
“I have heard of those flowers you mentioned. They are known to bloom in this area. Although most of the monsters have ravaged them by now… I do know of one place where they do not touch them though. You’ll have to trust me.” White Glory started off, flying behind the ruins into the wooded area, “Come.. It’s safe on this path.”
Tempest had followed the small dragon towards a small opening near the edge of the woods. It was blooming with flowers and small animals fluttered or skittered about. Various moss covered stones outlined the clearing and protected it’s contents. “The monsters can’t seem to stand to be inside the ring of rocks. Only the normal animals enter here.” White Glory motioned towards the stones. Tempest glanced over the contained meadow searching for the flowers he needed. There were so many different kinds and he had no idea which ones to pick. White Glory flew somewhat ahead of him to a medium sized patch of vibrant purple flowers, “Here.. These are the ones.”
“Thank you.” Tempest acknowledged his appreciation and plucked a few flowers from the ground one he reached the patch.
White Glory’s blank green eyes stared at Tempest as he finished placing the flowers in his satchel. “Now that I’ve helped you.. Can you help me once again?” She asked.
“With finding the jewels?” Tempest asked running it through his mind as her head bobbed up and down in a nod, “Let me worry about this first. Then we can discuss this… Your welcome to follow me home, unless you have a home of your own to go to?”.
Her expression mimicked one of concern, “I have no home to go to anymore. All I have left is this mission I’m on, that’s all…. I appreciate your invite and I think I will take it.”.
“Well then.” Tempest sighed, “ Let’s get going then.”
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 2)
Tempest finally arrived at the ruins. Slightly beaten from the stains of battle, he breathed heavily. The little dragon that had followed him landed back down from it’s safe hovering position in the air. It searched the area, sniffing and producing soft growls and clicks. Tempest reached into his satchel and took out an oddly shaped flask and took a drink out of it. His battle wounds seemed to heal and he was ready for battle again. Taking a look around he inspected the ruins. Various remnants of stone walling still held their ground, while their wooden floor counterparts had been rotted and scattered.
Many footprints littered the ground. A few were human, but good number of them belonged to the creatures of the small wooded area half circled around the ruins and the creatures of the plain it rested on. One particular kind of track was rather large. The baby dragon had found it’s way to the middle of it and studied the five clawed hand-like print, all the while studying it’s own hand. When it came to the realization of what it had found it let out a small squeal of glee. Tempest who had heard the noise it made called out to the dragon, “Did you find something?”
“Here! Here! My mommy is here!” It squeal in assured delight flapping it‘s wings and semi-hopping up and down. Before Tempest could question the small creature about his instincts a humongous roar erupted from somewhere deep in the woods.
Tempest stood frozen in place as he tried to find the source. “What is..?” He claimed unsure if it was the “mother” or something much more fierce. The roar sounded once more, closer this time. The red-orange creature in the pit of the claw print sounded out a high pitch roar of it’s own. A low and deep growl came from within the wooded area to the right, large pounding followed with the sharp cracks of trees. A large head soon emerged almost level with the treetops. Deep crimson decorated the red-orange scales that made the reptilian’s skin as very dark blood red horns and spikes adorned the back of it’s skull, back of the lower jaw line and along the ridge of it’s head in the middle. Ferocious yellowed teeth gleamed back in a growl as the dragon emerged from the trees that hid it’s massive body. When it felt it had enough room it lifted its ducked head and spread it’s tremendous wings. Another roar deafened the air as it reared back revealing a deep yellow-orange underbelly. When it let it’s front claws return to the ground they pounded into the ground causing it to shake.
Tempest prepared himself, placing a hand on his sword, he wasn’t sure what to expect from the beast before him. The miniature of it’s mother hopped around in glee, “It’s her! It’s her! Mommy!!!” and quickly rushed to it’s mother. The large red dragon dipped it’s head down to greet the smaller one. Sniffing it as it placed it’s front claws on her nose. A small reptilian purr breathed in and out as recognized that her missing egg had hatched into this new child. Tempest stayed on guard, still unsure of what to expect. He had every right to, the reunion was quickly shortened as the dragon raised it’s head from it’s child to it’s mistaken captor. A deep growl soon followed as the beast dipped it’s head and narrowed it’s yellow eyes. The little one happy to be back with it’s mother hadn’t noticed her stance until it was too late.
The great creature lounged forward, charging with killing intent toward Tempest. Tempest at first tried to dodge, but the dragon was too great to escape, so he wound up getting hit by her gigantic tail and knocked to the ground. Aches from the knock down screamed through out his back as he rose to avoid getting crushed by her massive claws. The mother dragon’s fierce expression remained throughout the battle attacking with her tail, claws and massive jaws. Tempest held his place, quickly removing the flask and others like it to heal some of his wounds, give him some more strength to pierce her tough hide, or even let him run and attack a little faster. The battle lasted about five minutes and when it was at it’s end Tempest struck a deep blow into her stomach. The dragon once again let out a large roar, this time in agony, as she collapsed to the ground exhausted. Heavy breaths blew in and out of her nostrils. She waited for the last and final bite of the sword many of her breed have known, but she didn’t receive it. Tempest felt he was too obligated to leave her child motherless after they searched to find her. The baby dragon rushed over to the large dragon’s battle worn head. It made a few noises and then cooed in encouragement for it’s mother to get up. A soft purr made it’s place in between ragged breaths and the great mother roughly rose from the ground. She was hurt, that was for sure, but she dragged her rough body into a limped and somewhat clumsy walk. Neither of the creatures paid Tempest any mind as the disappeared into the wooded area. Only a final roar from both calling out to the air was their thanks for being reunited.
Many footprints littered the ground. A few were human, but good number of them belonged to the creatures of the small wooded area half circled around the ruins and the creatures of the plain it rested on. One particular kind of track was rather large. The baby dragon had found it’s way to the middle of it and studied the five clawed hand-like print, all the while studying it’s own hand. When it came to the realization of what it had found it let out a small squeal of glee. Tempest who had heard the noise it made called out to the dragon, “Did you find something?”
“Here! Here! My mommy is here!” It squeal in assured delight flapping it‘s wings and semi-hopping up and down. Before Tempest could question the small creature about his instincts a humongous roar erupted from somewhere deep in the woods.
Tempest stood frozen in place as he tried to find the source. “What is..?” He claimed unsure if it was the “mother” or something much more fierce. The roar sounded once more, closer this time. The red-orange creature in the pit of the claw print sounded out a high pitch roar of it’s own. A low and deep growl came from within the wooded area to the right, large pounding followed with the sharp cracks of trees. A large head soon emerged almost level with the treetops. Deep crimson decorated the red-orange scales that made the reptilian’s skin as very dark blood red horns and spikes adorned the back of it’s skull, back of the lower jaw line and along the ridge of it’s head in the middle. Ferocious yellowed teeth gleamed back in a growl as the dragon emerged from the trees that hid it’s massive body. When it felt it had enough room it lifted its ducked head and spread it’s tremendous wings. Another roar deafened the air as it reared back revealing a deep yellow-orange underbelly. When it let it’s front claws return to the ground they pounded into the ground causing it to shake.
Tempest prepared himself, placing a hand on his sword, he wasn’t sure what to expect from the beast before him. The miniature of it’s mother hopped around in glee, “It’s her! It’s her! Mommy!!!” and quickly rushed to it’s mother. The large red dragon dipped it’s head down to greet the smaller one. Sniffing it as it placed it’s front claws on her nose. A small reptilian purr breathed in and out as recognized that her missing egg had hatched into this new child. Tempest stayed on guard, still unsure of what to expect. He had every right to, the reunion was quickly shortened as the dragon raised it’s head from it’s child to it’s mistaken captor. A deep growl soon followed as the beast dipped it’s head and narrowed it’s yellow eyes. The little one happy to be back with it’s mother hadn’t noticed her stance until it was too late.
The great creature lounged forward, charging with killing intent toward Tempest. Tempest at first tried to dodge, but the dragon was too great to escape, so he wound up getting hit by her gigantic tail and knocked to the ground. Aches from the knock down screamed through out his back as he rose to avoid getting crushed by her massive claws. The mother dragon’s fierce expression remained throughout the battle attacking with her tail, claws and massive jaws. Tempest held his place, quickly removing the flask and others like it to heal some of his wounds, give him some more strength to pierce her tough hide, or even let him run and attack a little faster. The battle lasted about five minutes and when it was at it’s end Tempest struck a deep blow into her stomach. The dragon once again let out a large roar, this time in agony, as she collapsed to the ground exhausted. Heavy breaths blew in and out of her nostrils. She waited for the last and final bite of the sword many of her breed have known, but she didn’t receive it. Tempest felt he was too obligated to leave her child motherless after they searched to find her. The baby dragon rushed over to the large dragon’s battle worn head. It made a few noises and then cooed in encouragement for it’s mother to get up. A soft purr made it’s place in between ragged breaths and the great mother roughly rose from the ground. She was hurt, that was for sure, but she dragged her rough body into a limped and somewhat clumsy walk. Neither of the creatures paid Tempest any mind as the disappeared into the wooded area. Only a final roar from both calling out to the air was their thanks for being reunited.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Chapter 2 (part 1)
In the shattered ruins of what once was a house, something was rummaging through the heart of it. This mystery creature’s form was hidden underneath a brown, sand-stained cloak. It stumbled about scratching the remnants of wooden and stone flooring. Heavy breaths could be heard puffing in and out from the opening of the cloak’s hood. Desperately it continued on, searching for something.. Something that seemed to be lost. As it neared a chest it stopped and focused on the oaken chest. I hiss full sound of glee emerged from it’s hidden form. A white clawed hand appears from within the cloak to touch the top of the beaten down chest. The ragged breaths increased in suspense as the creature lifted the top.
Inside of the chest laid as follows; An old painting, a few pieces of clothing, and some jewelry. “ysssss” was all that escaped the creatures lips as it began to reach for the contents. However, before it’s hands could even touch one fiber on clothing, the cloaked figured began to writhe in a faint and stiffened way. It’s form started to disappear in the cloak as it began to fall toward the inside of the chest. “I…ah.. Must find it….before…” It claimed in a wheezy hiss. As it fell into the innards of the chest, it seemed that the cloak had swallowed its wearer whole and with the commotion the creature had made it gave enough motion for the chest to rock until the lid slammed shut, trapping the cloak inside.
Inside of the chest laid as follows; An old painting, a few pieces of clothing, and some jewelry. “ysssss” was all that escaped the creatures lips as it began to reach for the contents. However, before it’s hands could even touch one fiber on clothing, the cloaked figured began to writhe in a faint and stiffened way. It’s form started to disappear in the cloak as it began to fall toward the inside of the chest. “I…ah.. Must find it….before…” It claimed in a wheezy hiss. As it fell into the innards of the chest, it seemed that the cloak had swallowed its wearer whole and with the commotion the creature had made it gave enough motion for the chest to rock until the lid slammed shut, trapping the cloak inside.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Chapter Break 1
Here's a drawing of Tempest. As you'll see with him and some other factors, there are some rather unoriginal ideas that come into play here. However, I like to do my own little spin every now and again. When I was first playing with the concept of LotP, Tempest wasn't in it at all. In fact I was probably going towards more of a female lead instead of a male. You'll meet my first choice later on when I post her during a chapter break. She's actually one of the main characters though. Tempest didn't get placed as lead until I started to make the game on the old Playstation Game "RPG Maker". I just randomly picked a character that looked like they might fit into the story.
His name is actually inspired by a character named Tempest in "Lunar: Silver Star Story"; which I had been playing at the time. I liked the name so much that I decided to use it for my own character. The wind theme just came with the name.
Now without further adeiu I give you~
Tempest Wind
His name is actually inspired by a character named Tempest in "Lunar: Silver Star Story"; which I had been playing at the time. I liked the name so much that I decided to use it for my own character. The wind theme just came with the name.
Now without further adeiu I give you~
Tempest Wind
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Author's Note #1
Dragons in this world are extremely intelligent and aware of their surroundings at birth (and even a little bit before). As they grow older, they start to loose that and become more beast like as we usually know them. The only way for them to keep that intelligence is to become someone's familiar.
Chapter 1 (part four)
Tempest burst into the main lobby slightly scaring Gale who was doing some light dusting. He didn’t give her a chance to talk as he charged up stairs to his room. Inside the partitioned room he stared at the sword before him, glaring at it with determination. He reached a hand out to touch it’s blade, but paused midway through. Even though he knew he must use it, a slight fear trickled its way to his finger tips. They tensed up as his hand neared it. “I-I have to do this…”, he thought to himself, “To get her medicine so she can smile again…”
He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand and walked behind the dividing wall to sit on his bed. The soft daylight peaked through, but wasn’t enough for him to see the details surrounding him. It was then that he was reminded of his earlier goal. Tempest slightly cursed under his breath and headed out of his room and down another set of stairs. Gale watched him as he walked on to the right of her down another set of stairs that led to the cellar. “Need something?” she asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry, get some rest.” was all that he mumbled in response.
Down in the cellar it was dark. A small lantern hung at the doorway for use. Tempest took the lantern and moved it around for him to see. He walked around boxes, barrels, and bags of various items till he reached the back. He crouched down before a small wooden box and slid the easily accessible top back to reveal some oil. He reached in and removed the contents and placed it to the side. As he went to recover the box he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was large and covered by a brown cloth. He hadn’t remembered his family ever possessing something like that. He held the lantern before him, to get a better look. As he examined the foreign object he unveiled it to find out that it was a large, orange and red spotted egg. “W-what’s something like this doing down here?” he spoke softly perplexed. He stretched a hand out to touch it. As his rough hands touched it’s surface it began to move. Tempest quickly withdrew his hand, a little frightened by the sudden movement. He watched as the egg started to shake more furiously till several cracks appeared on it’s surface. With several sharp snaps a small creature covered in mucus freed itself from it’s container.
Tempest stared at the small creature as it wiggled and stretched from it’s new found freedom. It appeared lizard like, a light red-orange with a yellow-orange underbelly. Two short and blood-red colored horns sprung from the back of it’s skull as small, rounded spikes lined it’s spine. Two little webbed wings released themselves from the creatures body and flapped spreading the mucus in a small spray. “Mommy..” The creature peeped, “Take me.. To my mommy…”. Tempest stared in astonishment, he had never encountered a red dragon chick before. It was very rare to see them without getting massacred by their protective parents first.
“Out of all the times and all of the chances..” Tempest muttered.
“My mommy.. She’s with the ruined human household…” The dragon purred, “Take me to her and you can get some pretty flowers…”
“The flowers…” Tempest repeated. He took a small moment to think about the situation, as he did so, the little hatchling rolled about and shook in play. Tempest watched it and then returned the top of oil box to it’s rightful place. He then tucked the oil for his lamp into a satchel. “Ok, little one.” He felt silly talking to a dragon, which were feared for their ferocity, “We will go to where your mommy is..” The small hatchling roared with joy. However it sounded more like a tiny, high-pitched screech. Tempest then stood up fully and began to walk a little frightened to see Gale’s reaction at his new little “follower”. “Follow me..” He said hoping it would understand. The dragon hopped around a bit and then with a small squeal it followed suit.
Gale was no where in sight while Tempest snuck into his bedroom. She must have gone to one of the other rooms to do some more cleaning, or was finally resting; which was doubtful. Tempest quickly refilled the lamp next to his bed and then walked over to the sword. He looked at it once more and trembled. “I-I can’t.” He thought turning back to his wardrobe which he could now see clearly with the lamp lit. He opened the pale maple door and peered inside searching for the next available weapon. All that appeared before him was a long and feeble sword. “It will have to do, for now..” he grunted as he grabbed it and turned back toward the lamp to turn it off. The dragon had made little sound during this entire time and seldom glanced around at his surroundings. Tempest exited his bedroom and proceeded to walk out of the house without further hesitation.
He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand and walked behind the dividing wall to sit on his bed. The soft daylight peaked through, but wasn’t enough for him to see the details surrounding him. It was then that he was reminded of his earlier goal. Tempest slightly cursed under his breath and headed out of his room and down another set of stairs. Gale watched him as he walked on to the right of her down another set of stairs that led to the cellar. “Need something?” she asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry, get some rest.” was all that he mumbled in response.
Down in the cellar it was dark. A small lantern hung at the doorway for use. Tempest took the lantern and moved it around for him to see. He walked around boxes, barrels, and bags of various items till he reached the back. He crouched down before a small wooden box and slid the easily accessible top back to reveal some oil. He reached in and removed the contents and placed it to the side. As he went to recover the box he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was large and covered by a brown cloth. He hadn’t remembered his family ever possessing something like that. He held the lantern before him, to get a better look. As he examined the foreign object he unveiled it to find out that it was a large, orange and red spotted egg. “W-what’s something like this doing down here?” he spoke softly perplexed. He stretched a hand out to touch it. As his rough hands touched it’s surface it began to move. Tempest quickly withdrew his hand, a little frightened by the sudden movement. He watched as the egg started to shake more furiously till several cracks appeared on it’s surface. With several sharp snaps a small creature covered in mucus freed itself from it’s container.
Tempest stared at the small creature as it wiggled and stretched from it’s new found freedom. It appeared lizard like, a light red-orange with a yellow-orange underbelly. Two short and blood-red colored horns sprung from the back of it’s skull as small, rounded spikes lined it’s spine. Two little webbed wings released themselves from the creatures body and flapped spreading the mucus in a small spray. “Mommy..” The creature peeped, “Take me.. To my mommy…”. Tempest stared in astonishment, he had never encountered a red dragon chick before. It was very rare to see them without getting massacred by their protective parents first.
“Out of all the times and all of the chances..” Tempest muttered.
“My mommy.. She’s with the ruined human household…” The dragon purred, “Take me to her and you can get some pretty flowers…”
“The flowers…” Tempest repeated. He took a small moment to think about the situation, as he did so, the little hatchling rolled about and shook in play. Tempest watched it and then returned the top of oil box to it’s rightful place. He then tucked the oil for his lamp into a satchel. “Ok, little one.” He felt silly talking to a dragon, which were feared for their ferocity, “We will go to where your mommy is..” The small hatchling roared with joy. However it sounded more like a tiny, high-pitched screech. Tempest then stood up fully and began to walk a little frightened to see Gale’s reaction at his new little “follower”. “Follow me..” He said hoping it would understand. The dragon hopped around a bit and then with a small squeal it followed suit.
Gale was no where in sight while Tempest snuck into his bedroom. She must have gone to one of the other rooms to do some more cleaning, or was finally resting; which was doubtful. Tempest quickly refilled the lamp next to his bed and then walked over to the sword. He looked at it once more and trembled. “I-I can’t.” He thought turning back to his wardrobe which he could now see clearly with the lamp lit. He opened the pale maple door and peered inside searching for the next available weapon. All that appeared before him was a long and feeble sword. “It will have to do, for now..” he grunted as he grabbed it and turned back toward the lamp to turn it off. The dragon had made little sound during this entire time and seldom glanced around at his surroundings. Tempest exited his bedroom and proceeded to walk out of the house without further hesitation.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tuesdays!
I decided Tuesdays shall be my posting days for this story. That way no one has to worry about constantly checking up on this blog to see if I posted.
Chapter one is almost finished. That means I'll be posting a concept drawing as a space filler.
Hope you are all enjoying this right now. :3
Chapter one is almost finished. That means I'll be posting a concept drawing as a space filler.
Hope you are all enjoying this right now. :3
Chapter 1 (part three)
After leaving Gust’s room and finishing his breakfast, Tempest headed towards the front door. “Master.. P-please let me get you cape and hat..” Gale said rushing behind him.
Stopping her by waving a hand, he assured her, “There’s no need. I can get it myself.” With that he quickly walked into the small coatroom and grabbed a light brown cape with a similar colored sheik like hat. He quickly walked out of the house and into the bright sun. Gale had not followed him out, so he had assumed that she didn’t want to bother him any longer or checked up on her mother. Placing the cape around his shoulders and the hat over his head, he hurried to the town a little south of his home.
Tempest’s house was too big to be considered one, but it was too small to be considered a mansion. It stood about two stories tall with sandstone walls and was large enough to hold quite a few rooms, a dining hall with a medium sized kitchen, and recreation room comfortably. The windows were adorned with dried wooden shutters and were wide enough for two people to have a nice view. The roof and doors shared the same dried wood that adorned the windows, but served different purposes. Outside of the house was a mixed landscape of sand and a few patches of grass that blended with a small oasis nestled close to the town and house. A stone well sat beside the house, accompanied by a few sprigs of long grass.
Reflected by it’s surroundings, the small town of Ca’astings mimicked the large house. The buildings were sandstone and a few patches of grass popped up here and there. Tempest headed toward the heart of the town where the doctor lived. Going as fast as he can go without running, he made his way to the mid-size home. A metal sign that had a mixing bowl for a symbol welcomed him as he arrived. Tempest knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by the smiling face of an old man. “Ah, Tempest. A pleasant surprise to see you today. Is there something I can help you with?” He said with a gruff voice.
“Yes, Mr. Storm” Tempest responded taking his hat off, “Gust is sick again and I was wondering if I could get her some more medicine. Would your wife happen to be home?”
The old man in a white shirt and black cotton pants put a hand to his light beard. “No, she isn’t. She’s doing a house call at the moment… I’m not sure when she’ll be getting back. However, I do know that we’re out of the main ingredient for that particular medicine…..” Mr. Storm contemplated.
Tempest then proceeded to ask, “What would that be exactly?”.
Mr. Storm gave him a serious stare, “Surely your not thinking of taking up your father’s adventuring after all of this time?”
Tempest retorted, “Why? What does medicine have to do with adventuring?”.
“Calm down my lad.” Mr. Storm waved his other hand back and forth while still posed at his chin with the other, “The ingredient happens to be a little north east from here. At the ruined house.”
“You mean the one where monsters nest?” Tempest asked stressfully.
“Yes, that would be the one.” Mr. Storm continued to stroke the small white beard, “ You need several Daekeon flowers and they grow the best in that area.” Tempest sighed and took a moment to think about the situation. He had always despised his father’s adventuring and the effects that came after it. “So you see, my lad. You would have to do quite a bit of fighting if you want to save your servant.”
Tempest grew mad at this statement, “She isn’t a servant! She’s family! So I’m going to take my father’s sword and kill every last monster that gets in the way till I find the flowers!”. With that he trudged out of the door, not even giving the overwhelmed elder a chance to speak further.
Mr. Storm watched as the young man stormed out of his home and back towards his own. He stood in the doorway with a hand still caressing the withered beard. “Goddess watch over you, lad. Your going to need it.” he said before turning back inside and shutting the door.
Stopping her by waving a hand, he assured her, “There’s no need. I can get it myself.” With that he quickly walked into the small coatroom and grabbed a light brown cape with a similar colored sheik like hat. He quickly walked out of the house and into the bright sun. Gale had not followed him out, so he had assumed that she didn’t want to bother him any longer or checked up on her mother. Placing the cape around his shoulders and the hat over his head, he hurried to the town a little south of his home.
Tempest’s house was too big to be considered one, but it was too small to be considered a mansion. It stood about two stories tall with sandstone walls and was large enough to hold quite a few rooms, a dining hall with a medium sized kitchen, and recreation room comfortably. The windows were adorned with dried wooden shutters and were wide enough for two people to have a nice view. The roof and doors shared the same dried wood that adorned the windows, but served different purposes. Outside of the house was a mixed landscape of sand and a few patches of grass that blended with a small oasis nestled close to the town and house. A stone well sat beside the house, accompanied by a few sprigs of long grass.
Reflected by it’s surroundings, the small town of Ca’astings mimicked the large house. The buildings were sandstone and a few patches of grass popped up here and there. Tempest headed toward the heart of the town where the doctor lived. Going as fast as he can go without running, he made his way to the mid-size home. A metal sign that had a mixing bowl for a symbol welcomed him as he arrived. Tempest knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by the smiling face of an old man. “Ah, Tempest. A pleasant surprise to see you today. Is there something I can help you with?” He said with a gruff voice.
“Yes, Mr. Storm” Tempest responded taking his hat off, “Gust is sick again and I was wondering if I could get her some more medicine. Would your wife happen to be home?”
The old man in a white shirt and black cotton pants put a hand to his light beard. “No, she isn’t. She’s doing a house call at the moment… I’m not sure when she’ll be getting back. However, I do know that we’re out of the main ingredient for that particular medicine…..” Mr. Storm contemplated.
Tempest then proceeded to ask, “What would that be exactly?”.
Mr. Storm gave him a serious stare, “Surely your not thinking of taking up your father’s adventuring after all of this time?”
Tempest retorted, “Why? What does medicine have to do with adventuring?”.
“Calm down my lad.” Mr. Storm waved his other hand back and forth while still posed at his chin with the other, “The ingredient happens to be a little north east from here. At the ruined house.”
“You mean the one where monsters nest?” Tempest asked stressfully.
“Yes, that would be the one.” Mr. Storm continued to stroke the small white beard, “ You need several Daekeon flowers and they grow the best in that area.” Tempest sighed and took a moment to think about the situation. He had always despised his father’s adventuring and the effects that came after it. “So you see, my lad. You would have to do quite a bit of fighting if you want to save your servant.”
Tempest grew mad at this statement, “She isn’t a servant! She’s family! So I’m going to take my father’s sword and kill every last monster that gets in the way till I find the flowers!”. With that he trudged out of the door, not even giving the overwhelmed elder a chance to speak further.
Mr. Storm watched as the young man stormed out of his home and back towards his own. He stood in the doorway with a hand still caressing the withered beard. “Goddess watch over you, lad. Your going to need it.” he said before turning back inside and shutting the door.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Chapter 1 (part two)
Gale waited by his chair at the twelve seat adorned wooden table. She stood there patiently as Tempest made his way to the end. “I can seat myself..” he spoke to her and she quickly darted to the side.
“Y-yes s-sir” she said a little flustered.
Tempest looked at the food that lay before him and then looked around the room, searching for the third person of the party, “Where’s Gust?”.
“S-she’ll be along shortly, s… Tempest.” Gale reacted wit a slight smile.
Tempest nodded and motioned toward the chair next to him, “Go ahead and sit down then. Your eating, too.” She nodded and slipped into to one of the seats.
Tempest looked a her as she sat in the chair, wondering what was the matter. She looked flushed. Her brown hair seemed to be tattered and her apron was a bit askew. Her nervous appearance made him worry. He looked towards the kitchen door and then back towards Gale. She was faced in the opposite direction, straight at the main entrance. “Gust.. Is sick again. Isn’t she?”.
Gale seemed to jump at his question. She looked astonished that he knew, but quickly adjusted herself back into a more proper expression. “Yes, sir.” She responded with a worried look.
“Is she all right? Is she in her room?” he pelted her with questions as he began to rise. She still seemed to be caught off guard with each question, unsure of what to say. “Never mind..” he stated, “I’ll go visit her. You stay here and eat up. Then after this I want you to take the rest of the day off and relax.”
“Yes..” Gale began as Tempest made a quick plate to take with him, “Master..”
Tempest didn’t hear what Gale had said before he walked out of the dining room doors with a small plate of food and glass of water. He was too worried of how ill her mother was. They were both like family and there was no way that he was going to let them work themselves to death. He hurried as fast as he could on the first floor until he reached Gust’s room at the back of the ‘great hall’. He still had no clue why his mother called it that, but this wasn’t the time to ponder. Tempest slightly opened the door. “Gust… Are you in here?” he whispered loud enough for her to hear.
“In here..” gasped out a slightly wheezy voice, “Unm.. Ahck. *cough, cough, cough*
“Don’t speak… It’s alright.” He explained to her, “I brought you something to eat. "
He walked in the medium sized room to find the later-aged woman sitting on the ground. Her slightly graying brown hair had not yet been combed out yet and she hadn’t even gotten out of her nightgown yet. Tempest set the plate and water to the side as he helped her get up and over to the bed. She crawl under the covers to lay down. Her face was marked with a fever and she had coughed violently every few minutes. Tempest helped her sit up and brought over breakfast. “Here.. You need to eat and drink.” he said holding the glass of water to her lips. He knew how much she wanted to fight him helping her. She was too use to doing it for him to do so. However, she was too weak to struggle without making herself even more ill. “I want both you and Gale to get some rest today.” he calmly ordered while helping her, “I’ll go talk to the doctor and get some more of your medicine…” Her eyes looked at him desperately. She didn’t want him to waste what little money he had on her, but there was nothing she could do.
“Ahm.. Ah.. M.. Master.. P-” was all she could muster before falling to sleep. Tempest removed the half-empty plate and water and repositioned her so she could sleep in peace.
“Y-yes s-sir” she said a little flustered.
Tempest looked at the food that lay before him and then looked around the room, searching for the third person of the party, “Where’s Gust?”.
“S-she’ll be along shortly, s… Tempest.” Gale reacted wit a slight smile.
Tempest nodded and motioned toward the chair next to him, “Go ahead and sit down then. Your eating, too.” She nodded and slipped into to one of the seats.
Tempest looked a her as she sat in the chair, wondering what was the matter. She looked flushed. Her brown hair seemed to be tattered and her apron was a bit askew. Her nervous appearance made him worry. He looked towards the kitchen door and then back towards Gale. She was faced in the opposite direction, straight at the main entrance. “Gust.. Is sick again. Isn’t she?”.
Gale seemed to jump at his question. She looked astonished that he knew, but quickly adjusted herself back into a more proper expression. “Yes, sir.” She responded with a worried look.
“Is she all right? Is she in her room?” he pelted her with questions as he began to rise. She still seemed to be caught off guard with each question, unsure of what to say. “Never mind..” he stated, “I’ll go visit her. You stay here and eat up. Then after this I want you to take the rest of the day off and relax.”
“Yes..” Gale began as Tempest made a quick plate to take with him, “Master..”
Tempest didn’t hear what Gale had said before he walked out of the dining room doors with a small plate of food and glass of water. He was too worried of how ill her mother was. They were both like family and there was no way that he was going to let them work themselves to death. He hurried as fast as he could on the first floor until he reached Gust’s room at the back of the ‘great hall’. He still had no clue why his mother called it that, but this wasn’t the time to ponder. Tempest slightly opened the door. “Gust… Are you in here?” he whispered loud enough for her to hear.
“In here..” gasped out a slightly wheezy voice, “Unm.. Ahck. *cough, cough, cough*
“Don’t speak… It’s alright.” He explained to her, “I brought you something to eat. "
He walked in the medium sized room to find the later-aged woman sitting on the ground. Her slightly graying brown hair had not yet been combed out yet and she hadn’t even gotten out of her nightgown yet. Tempest set the plate and water to the side as he helped her get up and over to the bed. She crawl under the covers to lay down. Her face was marked with a fever and she had coughed violently every few minutes. Tempest helped her sit up and brought over breakfast. “Here.. You need to eat and drink.” he said holding the glass of water to her lips. He knew how much she wanted to fight him helping her. She was too use to doing it for him to do so. However, she was too weak to struggle without making herself even more ill. “I want both you and Gale to get some rest today.” he calmly ordered while helping her, “I’ll go talk to the doctor and get some more of your medicine…” Her eyes looked at him desperately. She didn’t want him to waste what little money he had on her, but there was nothing she could do.
“Ahm.. Ah.. M.. Master.. P-” was all she could muster before falling to sleep. Tempest removed the half-empty plate and water and repositioned her so she could sleep in peace.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Chapter 1 (part one)
It was dark in the mansion of a home. A few lamp lights sparked in spite of the violent storm raging outside. It was calm inside; nothing was moving in the tainted darkness and all remained silent with the exception of the violent wind outside. A small blue glow peaked out of one of the rooms. It was very faint, but still noticeable. Moving closer to the room and into it, there stood a woman next to a mounted sword in the center of the room. The glow seemed to emanate from her; it clung to her like a mist. Her hand caressed the blade of the short and broad sword, while her blue eyes gleamed at it's appearance.
She danced around the sword, her blond hair and loose robes floating about. Her white wings twitched with each movement. As she was finishing a round when she floated off to a corner of the room which revealed itself to be an opening. The angel of a woman glided to the bed nestled in the left hand corner where a young man slept. Her soft face gazed over his face as her hand caressed it. A soft, smooth, and feminine voice sprung fourth from her lips, "Wake up, Tempest."
Tempest sat upright in a matter of seconds. His dark brown hair ruffled and his brown eyes opened and sleep stained. After realizing that he was no longer dreaming he calmed down. "Some dream.." he muttered to himself. He looked around the room. A warm light filed in from the door and slipped through the dividing walls opening. "It's morning already?" Tempest questioned himself still taking in the new day.
"Master? Are you awake? Breakfast is ready." A voice said from the other side of the wall.
He sighed at this and responded, " Gale, please don't call me that. Tempest works just fine."
"Y-yes.." she said trying to refrain from calling him "master", "I'll have your meal for you if you want it.
Tempest sighed again, "Take it down stairs. Tell Gust that you both have to get use to me eating at the table with both of you. My parents never liked it when you two acted as servants and neither do I. I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Yes, sir." she said quickly ending the conversation.
Tempest shook his head, “What have you left me with..”. He stepped out of bed in his light grey night wear and reached over to his wardrobe. He fumbled for the handle, realizing at the same time that the lamp light that illuminated his room the rest of the way was out. “Great… And here I thought that I had trouble with those two letting me eat with them. Now I have to sneak by them to get some oil from the cellar. For now, I need to get some clothes.” He reached in the wardrobe and pulled out a brown tunic and cloth pants. With what little light there was he began to dress.
Tempest moved from behind the wall to where the sword lay, fully dressed and hair kempt. He gazed at the sword, cringing at the meaning it held. “What have you left me with.. Father.” he had thought to himself, “An orphan forced to live with a failing fortune. All for the sake of being a hero…” He placed a hand to his head and silently spoke, “What sort of hero dies with his wife without a thought of their child.” Tempest gave the sword a small glint of a hateful stare and then turned towards the exit. Without looking back he went down to the dining hall for breakfast.
She danced around the sword, her blond hair and loose robes floating about. Her white wings twitched with each movement. As she was finishing a round when she floated off to a corner of the room which revealed itself to be an opening. The angel of a woman glided to the bed nestled in the left hand corner where a young man slept. Her soft face gazed over his face as her hand caressed it. A soft, smooth, and feminine voice sprung fourth from her lips, "Wake up, Tempest."
Tempest sat upright in a matter of seconds. His dark brown hair ruffled and his brown eyes opened and sleep stained. After realizing that he was no longer dreaming he calmed down. "Some dream.." he muttered to himself. He looked around the room. A warm light filed in from the door and slipped through the dividing walls opening. "It's morning already?" Tempest questioned himself still taking in the new day.
"Master? Are you awake? Breakfast is ready." A voice said from the other side of the wall.
He sighed at this and responded, " Gale, please don't call me that. Tempest works just fine."
"Y-yes.." she said trying to refrain from calling him "master", "I'll have your meal for you if you want it.
Tempest sighed again, "Take it down stairs. Tell Gust that you both have to get use to me eating at the table with both of you. My parents never liked it when you two acted as servants and neither do I. I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Yes, sir." she said quickly ending the conversation.
Tempest shook his head, “What have you left me with..”. He stepped out of bed in his light grey night wear and reached over to his wardrobe. He fumbled for the handle, realizing at the same time that the lamp light that illuminated his room the rest of the way was out. “Great… And here I thought that I had trouble with those two letting me eat with them. Now I have to sneak by them to get some oil from the cellar. For now, I need to get some clothes.” He reached in the wardrobe and pulled out a brown tunic and cloth pants. With what little light there was he began to dress.
Tempest moved from behind the wall to where the sword lay, fully dressed and hair kempt. He gazed at the sword, cringing at the meaning it held. “What have you left me with.. Father.” he had thought to himself, “An orphan forced to live with a failing fortune. All for the sake of being a hero…” He placed a hand to his head and silently spoke, “What sort of hero dies with his wife without a thought of their child.” Tempest gave the sword a small glint of a hateful stare and then turned towards the exit. Without looking back he went down to the dining hall for breakfast.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Prologue
A deep cool wind blows through the desert town of Ca'astings. The night sky is shrouded in darkness as it makes it's hollow calls. The town seems desolate on this abnormal night. People have shut themselves in and blown out their candles for hope of a better day tomorrow. Torches still glint outside of shops and on the walls that surround the small town. The two guards at the entrance sit under make-shift shelters and hold linen masks over their faces to keep the sand from pelting their bodies.
A small dark figure emerges from the shadows of one of the buildings within Ca'astings. It huddles along toward the back of the seemingly barren town to another entrance. This one unguarded. As it hurries out through the entrance and along the path, it pauses a moment to take in full view of the massive mansion in the not-so-far distance. A few lights escape from the windows in the overgrown, two-story house. It's sandstone walls seem to mimic the drab appearance of this violent night as it tries to defend off the whipped up sand.
Remembering it's duties, the figures continues to drudge towards it's overpowering, yet subtle, goal. It clamors close to the house, but does not go to the front doorway. Instead it seeks out a refuge to the rear, where a locked stairway hides access to the cellar. The figure brings out a white clawed hand from underneath it's cloak and quickly breaks the lock on the doors of the stairway. The mighty wind gives another great howl and the creature raises it's head in alertness, it's face still hidden in the brown, sand-stained cloak. Seeing that the coast is clear, it quickly stows itself away from the elements into the cellar below.
A small dark figure emerges from the shadows of one of the buildings within Ca'astings. It huddles along toward the back of the seemingly barren town to another entrance. This one unguarded. As it hurries out through the entrance and along the path, it pauses a moment to take in full view of the massive mansion in the not-so-far distance. A few lights escape from the windows in the overgrown, two-story house. It's sandstone walls seem to mimic the drab appearance of this violent night as it tries to defend off the whipped up sand.
Remembering it's duties, the figures continues to drudge towards it's overpowering, yet subtle, goal. It clamors close to the house, but does not go to the front doorway. Instead it seeks out a refuge to the rear, where a locked stairway hides access to the cellar. The figure brings out a white clawed hand from underneath it's cloak and quickly breaks the lock on the doors of the stairway. The mighty wind gives another great howl and the creature raises it's head in alertness, it's face still hidden in the brown, sand-stained cloak. Seeing that the coast is clear, it quickly stows itself away from the elements into the cellar below.
Yes! It's Finally Here!
I finally made a blog for my video game idea turned novel. For those who are unaware of what the hell I'm talking about, try checking out the Consortium of Badness in the links. That is where I usually reside.
Now for the bad news. I am extremely busy. So it may take a while for me to post the next part. I have up to chapter 3 written already, but I'm going to slowly post them to keep it steady. Also, it may be a bit dry since it's been a while since I first had written it; which I apologize for. I'll try to edit what I can or feel like.
Now enjoy what you can!
Now for the bad news. I am extremely busy. So it may take a while for me to post the next part. I have up to chapter 3 written already, but I'm going to slowly post them to keep it steady. Also, it may be a bit dry since it's been a while since I first had written it; which I apologize for. I'll try to edit what I can or feel like.
Now enjoy what you can!
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