Today I’m going to tell you a story of the underworld. He stood up, determined to discover what other secrets this underworld would hold…”Ī small excerpt from my short story: “The Purple Flower – A Tale of the Underworld” by Andreas Zerndl It was an amazing sight, and Jerome caught his breath in the presence of such sublime beauty. Stalagmites burst from the cavern floor like protective sentries, posted at every turn, guarding and protecting those who came within to see such wonders. The gentle sound of rushing water echoed in the expanse, and a slow moving stream, formed from the union of hundreds of dripping pools of water, snaked lazily off into the distance. The cave walls glistened like molten bronze, with stalactites hanging like golden drops of liquid metal. Far above, a hole to the outside let in a sliver of moonlight, and its beam was refracted off the sides of the cavern walls a thousandfold, magnifying it until everything was bathed in a shimmering warm light. He wasn’t just inside the entrance to the cave – he was deep within its walls. Above him he heard the deep throaty howl of a wolf. Jagged rocks cut into the palms of his hands and tore at his skin, yet the will to survive pushed the pain to the back of his mind. “Bleeding and only vaguely conscious, Jerome dragged himself to the base of the cliff. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.” Roxi replied.Ī couple of excerpts from my short story, “The Hunt”: “What did you bet on me to win that fight?” Tomarch asked again. “What did you bet on me to win that fight?”
Or was that blood? Yes, it was probably blood. “And you’re worried about me drinking myself to death over a concussion.” Tomarch laughed. “Then, when her thugs are hauling the corpse away, she sends the bill for the cask to the victim’s family. At least, not without breathing.” Roxi explained. She says she’ll let anyone go who can drink their way out of drowning. Then she has her thugs dunk your head in it, and they hold you there. “She opens up a keg of ale, or a cask of mead. She was a career thief, a street urchin, a fast-talking waif, and she could lie in front of the altar at the temple and the priests would believe her, but she could never get one past Tormach. She had certainly tried before, but he knew her too well. Roxi knew she couldn’t lie to her own brother. “She drowns people, doesn’t she?” Tomarch smiled. So come, gathering of bards, and let us weave the fabric of our story from our threads together. As I discover the legends, lore and mysteries of this new land, your own experiences will become a part of that tapestry defining the world. I’ll be following your tales and adventures here with deep interest. And if you happen to impress this Bard, The Lotus of Fire, your Underworld Story shall be proclaimed throughout the land as the FIRST piece of Fan Fiction featured in our upcoming Community Spotlight!Īnd if that wasn’t awesome enough, one of the most legendary Bards, Tracy Hickman, will also be reading through your entries! Taken from our forums, a message to you, from Tracy. Post your “ Tale of the Underworld” to the forums and include an excerpt in the comments. So tell us adventurer, what story will you tell? Stephen Daniele Reveals The Shroud of the Avatar Underworldīreathtaking locations like the Underworld are destined to inspire Bards to sing songs of bravery and adventure while others whisper warnings of mystery and dangers not meant for the timid.
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