What's that? You want a teaser for chapter 26 of "King of Diamonds" ? · 10:49pm Jan 20th, 2014
Oh, well... maybe (just maybe) I can deliver...
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Fire rent the sky as the dome of the heavens was torn asunder. Something large emerged over the Ice Veldt; it was rotund like an overfed dragon, with stubby wings like a runty pegasus, and it bled magic like the blood of a dead god. It listed badly, and flames came from several broken windows on a number of decks.
Nyyrik wrinkled his beak and pulled his cloak closer around him. There were lives on that hulking beast of a machine, that he knew that. He was a hengen puhuja; it was his job to know that which was hidden, and to help where he could, with his life if necessary.
It would take blood to make good this deal, nothing else would seal such a pact as was needed. He lifted a foreclaw, and delicately sliced across his breast. He hissed in pain as the scarlet drops spilled across the pristine white snow; they steamed as they fell. He took up his staff, and turned in a circle, dragging the tip around with him. One perfect circle complete, he drew another, larger circle just outside it, not stepping upon the first. Then he inscribed several sacred sigils: the five point star of folding, the curved gate of summoning and the mark of binding. Then followed two very specific sigils, far more complex than their simpler geometric cousins. Satisfied, he moved to the center of his makeshift transmutation circle.
"To me, demons of air and art! I call you! Furtur, lord of storms! Chenor, granter of desires! Arrest this great craft's fall, that it may kiss the bosom of Adatiel softly!" Nyyrik threw off his cloak, clasped his aged staff with both claws, and drove it into the ground. The sigils scrawled in the snow burned with blue fire, and ghostly lights sped from them to surround the foundering airship with an eldritch glow.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the aircraft's tilt was corrected, and its rate of descent slowed.
Very slowly. Too slowly.
With a cacophony of sound the craft struck the earth, burying itself into a snowdrift, where it settled, burning still.
Winded, Nyyrik hobbled towards it. The Iceveldt was harsh on the old, but it was even more harsh on the lost.
He prayed to Veguaniel that he was not too late.
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lol, "veldt". An anachronistic archaic spelling of a word loaned from Afrikaans; anachronistic in that it was only spelled "veldt" in ancient Dutch, long before becoming part of the Afrikaner language
And it just means "field", anyway
lookin forward to it, Mids
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Yeah, well, everything sounds exotic when it's foreign! Shut up! Or do I have to transmute your legs and arms off?
1740777 I was reeeeally tempted to comment on it in the doc of the last chapter, lol. Seeing it again, I just couldn't resist
Iceveldt?
Oh yeah, time for our favorite equine-shaped dragon and his motley crew to shine on through!
1741266 I explained quite thoroughly what it meant...
1742326
No I knew I just like the way it flows off of a tongue.
1742606 He should really be consistent with his spelling of it, though. First time has it as two words, second as one word
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It's a draft. A teaser of a draft at that!
1742741 Ohh, so you didn't post that here so I could do some very early error fixing?
My bad!