Tag: history x 12

My elder brother, Landyn, was pronounced lost at sea and presumed dead when salvage was found of his ship along the coast. House Enturose, a minor noble house, owned a shipyard famous for their sleek, fast ships so unlike the typically larger ships built by the other Tirian shipwrights, and Landyn Enturose was the family’s big bid to move up in society with his devastatingly powerful new design.

I was a child. Landyn was my idol. More than ten years my senior and one of the youngest and most promising builders of the time, and my only brother. Sometimes he’d take me out on the waters in a little rowboat and talk with me about all sorts of things. He taught me how to ride a horse, read building drafts, keep a ledger, play darts, and...

It was done. Finally, he felt at peace, more settled than he had in such a long time. Truly, now that this being in him was properly contained, he realized just how much it had been affecting him even before Argus’ appearance. That worry in the back of mind was gone. Not only would he not be waking up on fire anymore, but he was now stronger, more powerful and the abyssal could no longer slowly eat away at him. It was now completely under his control.

Of course, he wasn’t quite used to this new found strength. He’d already accidentally broken a door knob and it had only been a day. It was something he was going to need to work on. He didn’t want to end up breaking something important or accidentally crush someone by hugging...

“Have you still been having those dreams? The ones about the solar eclipse?”

Zelektra’s voice broke through Saeil’s thoughts as he sat there in her cottage, situated  in a remote location in Winterspring. He’d been stalling, making small talk with her. Though he had been anxious to get here to talk to her, now that he was he had been putting off getting to the point. He was afraid that once he explained to her, she’d tell him that she had no ideas, that there was nothing that could be done, that this was the end for him.

But then she had to go and bring up this subject. For the longest time, Saeil had been a man who made no real connections with anyone. He kept up walls and he did everything he could to avoid getting...

Fuck Argus.

Saeil knew it was only a matter of time. It had always only been a matter of time, but that time came closer than he had expected it to. He hadn’t anticipated this, after all. But it was happening and he could tell it was affecting things. Thoughts that weren’t his own were now creeping in, he was even hotter to the touch than he was normally. Too hot. And that morning, he’d woken up to his arm being on fire. His spells were no longer cutting it.

It was now trying to take over. The very thing that had saved his life was something that could easily take it away. Although Saeil was a laid back back who most saw as someone who didn’t have a care in the world, this was always something that was in the back of his...

It had been a day since Alaris had told him what he’d discovered. It was strange. He really didn’t know what to feel about it. He should feel shocked, angry, sad… right? Instead he felt… confused, he supposed. No… empty. Like he had lost some of his identity.

But had he really?

He never really was a part of that family. He always felt out of place. Tolerated. Like he was just… there. He didn’t fit and always felt like he was cut from a different cloth. And that was because he was.

He had never been told that he had taken after his mother or his father or any of his other family. Never had any of the same interests or talents as them. While he got along fine with Alaris, they were never close. They never had the kind of...

Most of Alaris’s time lately was occupied with finishing things up for the release of his next novel but now that that was nearly finished, he had been helping Saeil with much of the things needed to get the dance studio up and running. The sale of the building was nearly closed but some papers had been needed on Saeil’s end. Which the novelist had been having some difficulty finding. They hadn’t been in the place all the other legal papers of the family members were, which seemed a bit odd since Saeil hadn’t taken them with him when he had been sent away from the estate.

He had expected that maybe the papers had been lost or misplaced. He definitely hadn’t expected what he found, that was for certain. He sat there and...

The novelist had been working on the letter to his brother for the past few days. Writing many out only to throw them away. Finally, he knew he simply had to just do it. Whatever he wrote, it could never make up for the things that had happened, the things he couldn’t stop in order to protect his younger brother. He knew he couldn’t fix anything. 

Once he accepted that, the next letter he wrote he sealed up and took with him as he went to the Viari estate to visit Feyanni, finding her and handing over the letter nervously. “It will have to do.” Leaning over, he gently kisses her cheek, his hand resting at her waist. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know I have been distracted the past few days. Whatever his response...

The Novelist was still rather in shock about all of it. He knew that his brother was likely out there somewhere. He’d always seemed like such a survivor. Nothing stopped him from going after anything he truly wanted. He was like a force of nature ever since he was baby and that never seemed to be snuffed out by anything, not even their father who did his best to try to do just that. It was always as if he was somehow personally offended by Saeil’s fiery spirit. Even their mother, who seemed to admire that passion to some degree, would often try to discourage it.

That discouragement always seemed to somehow push Saeil further, cause him to burn brighter with his wild and irreverent nature. Alaris always worried that the world would...

The Enturose family stood prim and proper as a lesser noble family of Kul Tiras; they were respected among the higher class and the working class, as they were known to be stern, proud, yet fair people. Lord Enturose owned a couple shipyards which were famous on this side of the Isles. Lady Enturose, a petite woman much younger than her husband, hosted beautiful and well attended events and was known for her capability in the proper ways of the finances of a noble house. Together they were a perfect match to move quickly up in society, having started at the lower end of the upper class.

The family was visiting the harbor to bid farewell to the first ship their eldest son, Landyn, had build to prove his apprenticeship as a shipwright...

The fatigue lay thick in her head. It felt as if her brain had been wrapped in cotton swaddling and could no longer fit in her skull without pressing tightly against the bone. It wasn’t pain, not exactly, but it was a distraction and distractions were never good during a game. At the conclusion of the hand she rose from the table and slipped through the gap in the heavy skins.

The chill air outside was a both a physical shock and a visceral pleasure after the stuffy heat of the tent. She inhaled deeply through a wide smile and swung her arms in a few energetic circles, earning herself a sharp look from Gearjammer’s Orcish bodyguard. She nodded at him politely.

“Good afternoon, Mondo.”

“Miss Georgi.” Losing interest,...