5/29/2012

A Short Story

The following is a short story I wrote for a Novel Writing class in December of 2009.

I've edited it a little, but overall it is basically unchanged from when I first completed the assignment.

The story is basically an event that took place in the younger years of Rim, the main character of Warrior's Fury.


To Acquire Lodging


A harsh wind lifted the powdery snow from the ground and blew it across the wide slopes of the Tydoren Mountains. Clouds were rolling in from the south, bringing a promise of more snow.
     Rimmegoan Dayor pulled his weather-cloak tighter around his barrel chest – tucking his hands under his arms to try and get some feeling back into them – and paused his weary trudging to look up at the path ahead. Through the puffing clouds of his breath, he could see the fire-lit windows of a small village only about a mile off, and from what he could see, it looked like the large building on the edge of the village was an inn.
     “Hah!” he panted to himself. “Civilization.”
     Picking up his pace, he arrived at the steps leading up to the inn around the same time tiny snowflakes began to float down from the gray sky.
     Opening the double-doors, Rim gave a satisfied chuckle at the warm air that blasted into his face. Without pausing in his long powerful strides, he slammed the doors shut behind him and walked straight up to the counter.
     An eight-foot tall Gandoran man with shoulder-length, silver hair stood behind the counter. Rim shrugged off his large kedom-skin bag and the haversack that was slung across his back, letting them drop to the floorboards at his feet with a dull ‘thud.’
     “Got any empty rooms?” He asked with a grin, thumping his heavy hands onto the counter. “By the Power, I'd even settle for a place on the floor by that hearth if you'll give me a decent meal.”
     “Do you have anything in the way of recompense?” The Gandoran's conceited tone and arrogant gaze instantly wiped the grin off of Rim's face.
     Gandoran were notorious for their arrogance and Racial discrimination. It wasn't so bad in the kingdom of Vintule, but this deep into the Melyund Gandoran country 'common travelers' were rare enough that the attitude was still expressed openly at times.
     Just my luck, Rim thought to himself as he patted at the small carrying pouch on his belt. When he found nothing there, he snatched up his haversack and slammed it on the counter in front of him. A whole month without a decently comfortable place to sleep and I get stuck with a Racist, conceited innkeeper. He yanked the thick, cloth sack open and rummaged around inside for anything that would be worth a night's lodging and a meal. But as he did so he remembered using the last of his hard currency in the previous inn he had visited.
     Fine time to remember that significant little detail, Rim, he berated himself.
     “Look,” he said to the innkeeper, placing his hands back on the counter. “I just spent the inset of winter getting through the Tydorens, all I want is a warm bed and some decent sustenance – even if it's just fresh bread. I'll stick around for a few days an. . . .”
     Rim trailed off as the Gandoran shook his head and leaned forward.
     “More time, means more food.” He stated coldly. “You don't have the currency or something to trade, Nanhew, you leave.”
     Rim's irritation instantly turned to anger and he made no attempt to hide it in his narrow-eyed gaze.
     Sure I got somethin' to trade, he thought as he stared into the lithe man's cold, sand-brown eyes. I'm pretty sure the pure klombortin dagger in my belt would get me lodging for the rest of the winter in this part of the continent. But at the moment I'm more inclined to stick the blade against your throat than use it as a bartering tool.
     Instead of getting himself into trouble that he didn't feel like dealing with at the moment, Rim turned his venomous gaze on the few others in the room. There were about twenty of them, they were all Gandoran, and they were all watching the exchange between him and the innkeeper.
     Most of them wore arrogant expressions that definitely put them on the innkeeper's side. The rest looked disappointed in the innkeeper's attitude, but disinclined to argue with him since this was his inn.
     Anger beginning to simmer into something that would cause him to strike the arrogant Gandoran in the jaw with his heavy, callused hand, Rim hauled his bags back over his shoulder and spun around.
     “All right, you t'hee'oukran hhalto, I'll get you your currency.” He spat as he stomped over to the double-doors and swung them wide open.
     “Keep a room clean for me!” He barked over his shoulder, jumping down onto the snow-covered path and leaving the doors wide open to let the frigid, twilight air rush into the building.

5/25/2012

Synopsis

So here's the synopsis :)

It is the 741st year following the Great Migration. Nearly fifty years have passed since the great Battle of the Bayvaardon Pass.
    On the western shores of the Deon Empire, Harin Oudek discovers a dying man at the base of the cliffs supporting the mighty city of Khohodym.
    The man is a Neleyon Nayrldosh, a wielder of legendary powers. He bestows upon Harin a strange device and memories of a woman whom he beseeches Harin to find and rescue from an ambiguous threat.
    Hastening to fulfill the Neleyon’s request, Harin hires a ship to take him and his daughter, Elsira, to the Pefrayo Archipelago to inquire of Taylin Denlon, the ancient Nalp Melhk-Nayrldosh.
    But, in anticipation of the threat that the Neleyon’s memories suggested, Harin first seeks out a notorious warrior, Rimmegoan Dayor. . .

Considering that this is inundated with terms and names that look like they'd be barely pronounceable, I'm planning at some point to see if I can put together something like this that is a little more friendly to a wider audience. (I'm running on the assumption that - like me - the people who would be interested in this kind of book wouldn't be completely thrown off by the 'odd' words)

Feel free to comment with suggestions :)

5/22/2012

Look for the Synopsis

I'm currently working on the synopsis for Warrior's Fury. So keep a look out for it in a few days to see what Warrior's Fury is going to look like. :)

5/21/2012

The Hunger Games: A Point of View

The following is a 'paper' I wrote for a few friends after a conversation we had concerning the Hunger Games.

This is the original paper without much editing of original content (except to make it look more comprehensible on the web) and it isn't very in-depth. Mostly it just deals with what our conversation got into and my original 'gut' feelings after reading the book.

I should place a 'NOTE' here to anyone who finds this who may not be a Christian: This paper is not necessarily aimed at you. The friends who I originally wrote this for are Bible believers, so the arguments I give would only make complete sense to those who hold to the Word of God. (or at least have an understanding of what it states)

Anyway, I hope you find this encouraging, instructive, or at least interesting. . .

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(NOTE TO THE READER: Please read all Scripture verses and chapters in their entirety. This paper will do nothing but make the writer seem a biased, severe, and heartless critic without the full consideration of the Word of God)
(FURTHER NOTE: I read the first book of the ‘Hunger Games’ trilogy only once, have not seen the movie, and do not plan to see the movie or read the other two books)


The most prominent argument I have heard given (by people I have actually had conversations with) to defend the ‘story’ and characters of the Hunger Games is that the books/movie are not 'promoting killing', but are in fact against it. (i.e. Katniss hates the hunger games, District 12 hates the hunger games, and Katniss wants to stop them etc., etc. . . . . .) Granted. I am not saying this ‘idea’ does not at least try to present itself; however, the ends - or desired ends - do not justify the means. From a Biblical/Christian perspective, these desires/goals should not condone the actions and attitudes of the characters and the story.
     Where am I going with this, you ask?
   Let us consider Philippians 4:8: ‘Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.’ ESV (NOTE: NASB has ‘dwell on’ in place of ‘think about’)
   Now, I ask you: can anything in the ‘Hunger Games’ (book or movie) reach those categories by Biblical standards? The appropriate answer is thus: NO. Nothing that I read in the ‘Hunger Games’ comes even close to being God Glorifying or Christ Exalting. (Not to mention the fact that, as advertising points, the book had people like Stephen King -- a name I’m sure you recognize -- quoted as saying “Addictive…I could not stop reading.” And Stephenie Meyer -- Author of the Twilight series -- quoted as saying: “I was so obsessed with this book” . . . http://www.thehungergames.co.uk/videos). . .

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