Daniel Gilbert
Aspiring fantasy author looking to find a way to get words down and feel good about them.
Daniel Gilbert
Aspiring fantasy author looking to find a way to get words down and feel good about them.
Aspiring fantasy author looking to find a way to get words down and feel good about them.
Aspiring fantasy author looking to find a way to get words down and feel good about them.
to whom this finds.
Long is the hour in which this brings you, and my most sincere prayer is that it finds you better than you shsll find me. You see, in its arrival, this form denotes a most unusual demise of a man often left forgotten and neglected. This letter tells you that I am soon to be no more.
Now you see, this letter is not just the jubilant announcement of my earth end, but inste...
I want magic to be something of the past. There will be creatures that do magical things because it is there nature. But thr artistry of magic, ability to learn it has been absent for a long time. Giving a hinderance to magic allows for the chance to show growth and development for character.
Farrago is be known as a conduit. He will be able to touch magic but doesn’t yet know it. He finds o...
“Not to return without him?” Kyah’s tone thick with rage and melancholy. “I’m the one doing all his work! I’m the one getting him all the things he needs! ‘The Shadow of The Wall’ my ass!” Kyah slams down the bag she withdraws from the small chest at the foot of her bed. Cloths and tools alike and thrown with haste into the waiting mouth of the traveling bag, Kyah’s attention on gathering thing...
I feel the cold wooden chair under me as I lower into the seat. The ivory walls and white grantine columns emanate the chill that fills the musky air of the library. The dim candle light provided by the rate sconce casts flitting shadows about the reading carols behind every corner. I feel the faint breeze I’ve grown familiar to these recent weeks, the smell of old books and Farrago’s citrus soap...
Demoran glistens in the morning sun. G
Grimmock Pulutra stands at the expanse of windows before his throne, eyes darting about the southern lands. His belly rests against the ornate carved stone, occuluding the mixture of gemstones nestled inside.
Ahead of him, dawn casts its fingers wide over the plains and distant mountains. Faint shadows of caravans and groups traversing the lands point we...
Kyah is an orphaned young woman who has carved out a niche in life through her work and skills. She is incredibly cunning, and has a natural gravitas that she can weaponize when she chooses to. Kyah's live has provided her with a great deal of trust issues, but also the ability to talk with people to ensure that she is insulated from needing to share with them.
Kyah is fiercely independent lik...
Introduce Kyah in her apartment as she paints at the dawn.
As she settles and drinks her coffee she is surprised by the Shadow emerging in her apartment.
She is assigned to seek out Farrago.
She gathers intel and find a caravan passing through Demoran.
Attaches to the caravan as a indistinct traveler
Learns of rumors of Ettlemont, the Portal, the Horde emerging.
Comes across an assaulted cara...
Kyah sits idly on the small chair held together by string and tree sap. Her eyes locked on the portly dwarf now pacing the short line of orphans, barely examining each child as he passes. Kyah knows he’ll chose one of the littlest. They always do.
The dwarf pauses as the far end of the line and twirls on a single to reverse course. Keep eyes denote the silken shoes with guarded toe which allow...
1) Kyah is consigned to head south to Ettlemont
2) Kyah comes across the ransacked caravan in the road and discovers missives from a warlord about “a boy”.
3) Kyah arrives in Ettlemont safely as more heroes begin to arrive.
4) Kyah explores and discovered Farrago and his reluctance to engage her.
5) Kyah meets with Farrago at the library as a means of connecting with him and gaining his trust....
The heavy ash doors swing outward from their central resting place. Loud creaks echo into the vast opening of the many stories bar. Tables are strewn about the lowest level, surrounding the dark stained bar at the center of the room. A mishmash of chairs sit turned over atop the tables.
Standing in the center of the bar, the walls open up tall in homage to the Mouth that lingers high above E...