Razir – a continuation

(This piece is part of a work in progress, a continuation of a piece I wrote in 2014, where I spent 20 minutes writing what I had brewed in my head so far.

I’ve since wanted to go back and rewrite that piece, make it closer to how I want it to be. I probably will at some point, and make this into something more fully formed, but I wanted to see what ideas had come together so far.)

 

Razir ran on, tired, sweat on his back drenching his shirt.

He hadn’t slept in two days, having woken screaming. The owner and several guests at the inn had tried unsuccessfully to calm him down. He couldn’t forget the sight of the old, burned warrior lying on the beach, telling him to protect the Queen as he quickly dissolved to dust and disappeared into the sand.

It was all he could think about.

That, and the feeling of the oar handle he had held pressed in a vice-like grip. The icy coldness of it had almost burned against his skin as he’d awoken from the terrible nightmare.

 

But Razir knew enough about the world to know what happened could happen again, at any time. One doesn’t simply wake up in the Deadrealms without dying. Not unless the Queen had summoned you there.

And she only called you before her for one reason – you had some particular skill, some knack that she needed, some thing that might keep the armies of the Fiend away from the cliffs, away from the beach, away from any and all souls of the dead who he might bind to bolster his forces.

Razir had no intention of becoming a deathless soldier in her war. He would no swear her oath, would not become one of her agents in life or death.

 

Razir’s mother had always told him that his father was Oathed. He was never told to which of the Ascended the man was sworn, and no one else seemed to know.

He’d always believed it had been a lie to give his mother comfort when the stranger that was his father had gotten bored and moved on. Many had told the same story to countless other lovers. It was a useful lie.

But one that Razir could never bring himself to retell.

 

And now, on he ran. Perhaps he could find some place of safety, somewhere that the dream couldn’t pull him back. If it could.

Razir didn’t want to take any chances. He kept running, couldn’t let the tiredness take him. He had to reach the old man and ask him. He would know what had happened.

He would know what to do.

 

(That’s about all I have so far. Short, but something. I have some more but it’s not the bit that comes next. Or after that. Maybe after that, but probably not. More soon.)

 

 

 

Don’t call it a comeback

Because that would be far too premature!

It’s been about 18 months since I’ve posted anything to this blog, and maybe a year since I feel like I’ve written anything meaningful. But there’s still the constant buzz in my head of ideas, I’m just a bit crap at bothering to write them down anywhere!

 

So, why the sudden post now? Well, it’s January in a new year, and therefore as good a time as any to try and get back into my writing habit. I managed it a few years ago (at least the start of it), so hopefully I can push myself on a bit further this time. Maybe even fail to stop posting, and carry on going! Who knows?

 

What’s the plan going forward? Pretty much the same as before. I have a few ideas to riff on, an A-Z list for a few ideas ready to go, but I don’t have them written up and ready just yet (despite good intentions).

The settings I have going haven’t changed so much either.

I still have the world of the Old Crown, although a few bits and pieces have changed around. More on that at some point.

FATEpunk is still active in my head, though less thought out on that.

The mythic space opera D&D setting involving lasers and vikings and spaceships and giants is still bubbling away in my head. I have an adventure path planned, but I’m not happy at all with the start of it. The ending I think is great. If I actually sit down and refine it properly, I’ll post it all up here.

 

New ideas?

I’ve been playing a lot of Magic the Gathering, so I might throw up some decklists of things I’m tinkering with. Nothing too set in stone with that yet.

I’ve been looking at different writing prompts and trying a few things. Nothing really further than a few paragraphs so far, but hoping that’s just my lack of practice slowing me up, and I’ll get going again soon.

I haven’t kept too up to date with stuff going on in RPG land, new rules and settings and stuff. I might have to sit down and read a bunch of stuff, see if that can help me. I might do a few book reviews. I’ve finally started reading the M20 book, years after I meant to support the Kickstarter for it. So far It’s really good, but I’m still not that far in (under page 50). More to follow.

 

I might try and throw some stuff together about other books I’ve read, if I remember to. I’ve just finished the Pratchett/Baxter Long Earth series, so maybe a post or two about them.

 

Anyway, that’s all for now. Hopefully a post or two before February!