Untitled WIP Novel
Mar 18, 2011 10:12:01 GMT -6
Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Mar 18, 2011 10:12:01 GMT -6
I'll be posting chapters of the novel I'm working on as they're written here. Feel free to give feedback on how it could be improved.
This first bit is the Part 1 introduction, told in 1st person by the main character. Inspired by R.A. Salvatore's writing, I will be doing a 1st person introduction for each part and the rest of the book will be written in 3rd person.
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PART 1
The Town that Would Not Die
I know that most look down upon us here in Caer-Bryl. It isn’t unfounded for other folks to not understand our way of life. The constant threat of prairie lions that roam the plains following the scent of tender meat and barbaric stone goblins from the caverns inside the high mountains, finding our little town easy pickings after being driven back by the mighty dwarves, may seem unattactive to most looking for a place to settle down. Not to mention the seemingly unreleting winds that have flattened our buildings on more than one occasion. However, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When one lives so closely to death every day, one learns to appreciate life all the more. The taste of life’s bittersweet moments tend to taste much sweeter when you know you could be a lion’s dinner the next day.
Despite the town’s unfortunate placement, we townspeople soldier on. That’s what I love about this place. The harsh life here, where one wrong step could be your last, has made eveyone who can take that kind of life strong. It’s made me strong. To think that I, a young engineer from Roark, a city dweller who couldn’t even lift the part shipments for his work, has become a true man living within the walls of Caer-Bryl.
Another glowing quality of Caer-Bryl is the completely extinguished tensions between the races of the known world. Supposedly, the town was founded by a group of humans many centuries ago when our civilization first began. Much like outsiders to our humble village, a majority of the original founders abandoned the then settlement of Caer-Bryl, deeming it unfit for living. However, one man and his family stayed and continued to build. Times were harsh for them. As the months passed, it seemed to the founding family that the others were right. Though, as if fated, a traveling group of dwarves stumbled upon the settlement and assisted the man and his family. Word got round about the “Town that Would Not Die” and attracted men and women of all races looking for a challenging and exciting way of life. This history has forged the town on the backs of not one single race, but all known forms of sentient life. Humans, dwarves, elves and qindari all built the town and now they all live here, free from the judging eyes of the rest of the world.
The only prejudice that exists in Caer-Bryl comes from outsiders visiting the town on their journeys. These ignorant shills seem to make a game out of insulting those that look different than they do. Though when one throws a snide comment or insulting jab at one of our own, we send it back ten-fold. These outsiders don’t know the motto we in Caer-Bryl live by, “Long ears, long beards, or dark skin, no man is above the other when swinging the workman’s hammer.”
Compunding upon that, I have formed friendships that I know will last a lifetime. Of course, some members of this circle of friends will live longer than others. It’s the nature of our hereditary differences. However, I feel a life-long bond to these four.
Haldir Stoutbeard, strong and blunt. He is as hardy as dwarves come and twice as kind. He was the first I had befriended here in Caer-Bryl. His shield arm was once the strongest among Gravelhelm City’s warriors. Now he works in Caer-Bryl as an armorsmith. Our relationship began as purely professional. I would pay him to forge any bits of scrap metal he could spare after a day’s work into parts I use for my guns and gadgets. I found an uncommon amount of kindness in him when he offered to teach me how to smelt and shape the scraps into parts myself. It isn’t very good business sense to throw away potential work like that, but I could tell he took a liking to me. I was fortunate enough that I returned that liking. As we continued our partnership, we began to meet more frequently outside of my nightly trips to his forge. I met his wife and son and learned that this dwarf was a caring one with a love for life that rivaled my own. I quickly began to see Haldir as my second father.
Liam Falthring, lax and jovial. He brings much needed levity to my life in the face of danger. A skilled elementalist, he commands the forces of fire, water, air, and earth. I met him as a regular customer of my gadget and guns business. He found my inventions to be fascinating and was one of the first people in town that had bothered to pay me coin for them. I still remember the first one he bought. A steam-powered closet organizer. You may laugh at such a concept, but he found it wonderous. I think he still uses the damn thing in his bedroom closet. I hope it hasn’t ruined any more of his clothes.
Finally, there are the twins. A brother and sister by the names of Tel’Doril and Kan’nuvas Aurawalker. These elves are a little difficult to get along with, Tel’doril being very high and mighty thanks to his wealth of knowledge as a loremaster and Kan’nuvas often having a very short fuse on her temper with the tip of her spear being the explosion. However, I have seen much deeper sides to both and they can be very reasonable people when you dig down. Unfortunately, Liam and Haldir can’t seem to dig very well. These two are a pariah of sorts. Being from the elven capital of Thael’telras in the far off land of Jal’danis, they bring with them some of their race’s very strict prejudices. The two had a very difficult time integrating into society here in Caer-Bryl because of that. Why they even decided to venture here in the first place is a question I may never be able to make them answer. Though, over time they learned to live with the diversity of the town, but only just. Kan’nuvas seems to be a little more tolerant than her haughty brother, however. Nonetheless, they are good friends of mine all the same.
I truly love living here in Caer-Bryl. Maybe one day I will find a different place to carve out a living if my view on this life ever changes. Indeed, I may even find the town trampled into the ground tomorrow on the way back from the well near Mr. Heavyhammer’s farm. However, I know that I will make the most of what I have right now.
- Virgil Tovald
This first bit is the Part 1 introduction, told in 1st person by the main character. Inspired by R.A. Salvatore's writing, I will be doing a 1st person introduction for each part and the rest of the book will be written in 3rd person.
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PART 1
The Town that Would Not Die
I know that most look down upon us here in Caer-Bryl. It isn’t unfounded for other folks to not understand our way of life. The constant threat of prairie lions that roam the plains following the scent of tender meat and barbaric stone goblins from the caverns inside the high mountains, finding our little town easy pickings after being driven back by the mighty dwarves, may seem unattactive to most looking for a place to settle down. Not to mention the seemingly unreleting winds that have flattened our buildings on more than one occasion. However, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When one lives so closely to death every day, one learns to appreciate life all the more. The taste of life’s bittersweet moments tend to taste much sweeter when you know you could be a lion’s dinner the next day.
Despite the town’s unfortunate placement, we townspeople soldier on. That’s what I love about this place. The harsh life here, where one wrong step could be your last, has made eveyone who can take that kind of life strong. It’s made me strong. To think that I, a young engineer from Roark, a city dweller who couldn’t even lift the part shipments for his work, has become a true man living within the walls of Caer-Bryl.
Another glowing quality of Caer-Bryl is the completely extinguished tensions between the races of the known world. Supposedly, the town was founded by a group of humans many centuries ago when our civilization first began. Much like outsiders to our humble village, a majority of the original founders abandoned the then settlement of Caer-Bryl, deeming it unfit for living. However, one man and his family stayed and continued to build. Times were harsh for them. As the months passed, it seemed to the founding family that the others were right. Though, as if fated, a traveling group of dwarves stumbled upon the settlement and assisted the man and his family. Word got round about the “Town that Would Not Die” and attracted men and women of all races looking for a challenging and exciting way of life. This history has forged the town on the backs of not one single race, but all known forms of sentient life. Humans, dwarves, elves and qindari all built the town and now they all live here, free from the judging eyes of the rest of the world.
The only prejudice that exists in Caer-Bryl comes from outsiders visiting the town on their journeys. These ignorant shills seem to make a game out of insulting those that look different than they do. Though when one throws a snide comment or insulting jab at one of our own, we send it back ten-fold. These outsiders don’t know the motto we in Caer-Bryl live by, “Long ears, long beards, or dark skin, no man is above the other when swinging the workman’s hammer.”
Compunding upon that, I have formed friendships that I know will last a lifetime. Of course, some members of this circle of friends will live longer than others. It’s the nature of our hereditary differences. However, I feel a life-long bond to these four.
Haldir Stoutbeard, strong and blunt. He is as hardy as dwarves come and twice as kind. He was the first I had befriended here in Caer-Bryl. His shield arm was once the strongest among Gravelhelm City’s warriors. Now he works in Caer-Bryl as an armorsmith. Our relationship began as purely professional. I would pay him to forge any bits of scrap metal he could spare after a day’s work into parts I use for my guns and gadgets. I found an uncommon amount of kindness in him when he offered to teach me how to smelt and shape the scraps into parts myself. It isn’t very good business sense to throw away potential work like that, but I could tell he took a liking to me. I was fortunate enough that I returned that liking. As we continued our partnership, we began to meet more frequently outside of my nightly trips to his forge. I met his wife and son and learned that this dwarf was a caring one with a love for life that rivaled my own. I quickly began to see Haldir as my second father.
Liam Falthring, lax and jovial. He brings much needed levity to my life in the face of danger. A skilled elementalist, he commands the forces of fire, water, air, and earth. I met him as a regular customer of my gadget and guns business. He found my inventions to be fascinating and was one of the first people in town that had bothered to pay me coin for them. I still remember the first one he bought. A steam-powered closet organizer. You may laugh at such a concept, but he found it wonderous. I think he still uses the damn thing in his bedroom closet. I hope it hasn’t ruined any more of his clothes.
Finally, there are the twins. A brother and sister by the names of Tel’Doril and Kan’nuvas Aurawalker. These elves are a little difficult to get along with, Tel’doril being very high and mighty thanks to his wealth of knowledge as a loremaster and Kan’nuvas often having a very short fuse on her temper with the tip of her spear being the explosion. However, I have seen much deeper sides to both and they can be very reasonable people when you dig down. Unfortunately, Liam and Haldir can’t seem to dig very well. These two are a pariah of sorts. Being from the elven capital of Thael’telras in the far off land of Jal’danis, they bring with them some of their race’s very strict prejudices. The two had a very difficult time integrating into society here in Caer-Bryl because of that. Why they even decided to venture here in the first place is a question I may never be able to make them answer. Though, over time they learned to live with the diversity of the town, but only just. Kan’nuvas seems to be a little more tolerant than her haughty brother, however. Nonetheless, they are good friends of mine all the same.
I truly love living here in Caer-Bryl. Maybe one day I will find a different place to carve out a living if my view on this life ever changes. Indeed, I may even find the town trampled into the ground tomorrow on the way back from the well near Mr. Heavyhammer’s farm. However, I know that I will make the most of what I have right now.
- Virgil Tovald