aldersprig: (Side Quest)
Nine: Yederya Wizard

The woman studied Raizel. “You have skills I don’t?”

“Well, I can’t design a building,” Raizel admitted, “or build one.  But in the last two days I’ve been dusted by a pixie, blessed by a spectre, and kissed by what might have been a goddess.”  Also by two whores, but she didn’t think that counted.  “Also, I grew up on a mountain side, and I have on occasion bound wild goats, a catamount, and once a small wyvern that was getting into the garden.  I might be able to help you.”

“If you could, I could start building on time.  I can’t pay much - I’m not that rich of an architect yet - but I will put your name on the building.  Do you think you can do it?”

“Tie up a wizard?  I’m willing to try.  The carriage stops in Esteronzerai anyway, doesn’t it?”

“That’s where it turns off to go north,” the woman nodded.  “His name is - well, the thing that he calls himself is the Diamond Raven.”

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Eight: A Kiss

Raizel took breakfast in the inn’s bar the next morning, feeling well-rested, content, and ready to face the rest of her journey.  Perhaps she’d even hire a coach.

The barmaid leaned over the table while she was refilling Raizel’s mug.  “There are opportunities around here, you know, for someone as clever as Esterzon Gorenz says you might be.  And if you really destroyed that Black Missive he’s been going on about for years-”

Something about the barmaid, or maybe something about the pixie dust still brushed across Raizel’s eyelashes, was a little strange.  She looked closer - closer at the clever decolletage, that looked lower-cut and more dangerous than it was - and realized she could see a spark of divinity hiding in the woman’s chest.

Until then, she hadn’t know she could see such things.  Perhaps it was just the dust.

“I destroyed the Missive and the, ah, the multi-hued falcon, ma’am.”

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aldersprig: (Side Quest)
Seven: Moving On

The black-and-blue light danced upwards like a geyser and then seemed to be sucked downwards, towards the books.

​”No!” Trinner Traln shouted.  Raizel glanced at him just in time to see him jerk away from Esterzon Gorenz and dart towards the idol.

The blue-black light seemed to suck him in.  No, sucked in a portion of him, a light like that from the idol.  It pulled out a Trinner-Traln-shaped shadow of strange mystical light and the whole thing was sucked into one of the tomes.

The specter was there in front of Raizel again.  “Finally,” it croaked.  It settled atop Trinner Traln - and was gone.

Among the tools in the chest was a flint and steel.  Raizel lit a small fire and burnt all of the tomes, watching as the flames danced black and blue, stinking of evil.

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aldersprig: (Side Quest)
Six: The Evil Idol

Raizel was in a plane of white in front of a black spectre, without fifty sed and nowhere near the train station.

If she got out of here, she was going to curse Trinner Traln and that idiot Esterzon Gorenz with every trick and hex and lie all of her grandparents and great-grandparents had taught her.

If.

That was looking to be the problem.

The spectre opened its maw.  You will kill the idol.

Why did everyone want her to kill and destroy and get rid of things?  What was she, the trash-picker?  Was this more of the ridiculous nonsense about the “mountain people?”

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Five: Pixie Dust

Trinner Traln and the round man were, of course waiting for her.

“Pixies,” she swore at both of them. “Pixie dust. What were you thinking?”

“What?” The rotund man stared at her. “There are pixies in that cave? And you didn’t bring any out?”

“What do I look like to you, man, an insane woman? Of course I didn’t bring a pixie out.”


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Four: The Narrow Cave

The cave was, indeed, very tight, and if Raizel had been any better fed, she would not have fit.  Trinner Traln and the round man shouted at her and each other as ehs slipped through the opening, moving more like a snake than even like crawling.

“How did you even get this in here?” she called.

“Ah…”  Trinner seemed to have rolled into one of his jittery, quiet times.  The large man guffawed.

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Three: The Black Missive
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


The walk to the strange man’s cave was only an hour because of the rolling limp that affected his walk, and, it seemed, his speech patterns.  He would go up and down, up and down with his tales as they walked, telling Raizel all about the Empire’s plans to read everyone’s mind, only to turn around and whisper, so very quietly, that the birds were there to spy on him, and then be back to shouting again.

Three times, Raizel offered to go on ahead, and three times he turned her down, each time more angrily than before.  The last time, he swept both hands in wide denial, as if clearing off a table.  “You only want the falcon for yourself!  I will get some other child to get it, someone who is less greedy!”

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Day One, Chapter One: The Quest
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


New Story with a short timeline!  This is Side Quest, a story for Camp NanoWrimo July 2017.  




And so it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Tzar Vimyxa that representatives of all the families of the nation should come to Buscontra, in the north, to be counted and taxed.


Raizel was the only choice, when it came down to it.

Her parents still had three children on apron-strings, one on the teat.  That effectively tied them to the home, for the little ones couldn’t make a trip like that.

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