Yup, this is the end of A Raven's Feather. If you've read it all, muchos gracias, and I hope you'll consider reading more of my work ^_^.
Friday, July 9, 2010
A Raven's Feather, Part One
Hello again, intrepid adventurers. While I work on getting a more acceptable format up, I've just decided to toss my short story up in pieces here on ol' ACN. So the next few entries will be dedicated to one Kai Naustvik, a kind-hearted mercenary, and his exploits before joining his current team. So, yes, this is technically a prequel to the actual Ravenloft game I'm in. Anyway, I hope it's enjoyable, and feel free to comment, as always.
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“He's going to be late.”
This private meeting room was tucked into a corner of the Frothing Mug, a sleepy little inn that was tucked away into an equally sleepy village on the western edge of Barovia. Counting those around the central table, and the armchair next to the small bookcase, there was room for five people to sit comfortably inside. Three of those seats were currently occupied: the man with the reed-thin voice who had spoken, short, balding, and just short of his middle years, sat in the armchair; a taller, younger fellow, clean-shaven and turning over a silver cross in one hand, sat at the table; and the third, a somewhat pale woman who was slender enough to look taller than she actually was, stood at the bookcase, the sheathed sword at her hip shifting quietly as she reached for one of the books on a high shelf.
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“He's going to be late.”
This private meeting room was tucked into a corner of the Frothing Mug, a sleepy little inn that was tucked away into an equally sleepy village on the western edge of Barovia. Counting those around the central table, and the armchair next to the small bookcase, there was room for five people to sit comfortably inside. Three of those seats were currently occupied: the man with the reed-thin voice who had spoken, short, balding, and just short of his middle years, sat in the armchair; a taller, younger fellow, clean-shaven and turning over a silver cross in one hand, sat at the table; and the third, a somewhat pale woman who was slender enough to look taller than she actually was, stood at the bookcase, the sheathed sword at her hip shifting quietly as she reached for one of the books on a high shelf.
Holy Crap, Short Stories ARE Possible!
Not only are they possible, but they're pretty awesomely fun when you're in the groove.
To make a long story short(pun intended), I'm involved in a Pathfinder tabletop game set in the much-feared Ravenloft world. For those of you who are tabletop noobs(or otherwise unfamiliar with gaming lore), Ravenloft is kind of a mashup between multiple fantasy nations with a decidedly gothic horror flavor. Picture what would happen if Sauron-ruled Middle Earth, Dracula's Transylvania, a medieval Nazi Germany, Switzerland with a resident Dr. Frankenstein, and several other similarly dark-and-troubled nations all existed right next to one another, and were plagued by all manners of unearthly horrors, and you kind of have a good idea of what Ravenloft is like. Evil is damn near omnipresent, but because of that good is all the more heroic when it exists. I could go into much more detail, but Wikipedia does a good job of summarizing(Ravenloft) so I'll instead move on to the point of this entry.
To make a long story short(pun intended), I'm involved in a Pathfinder tabletop game set in the much-feared Ravenloft world. For those of you who are tabletop noobs(or otherwise unfamiliar with gaming lore), Ravenloft is kind of a mashup between multiple fantasy nations with a decidedly gothic horror flavor. Picture what would happen if Sauron-ruled Middle Earth, Dracula's Transylvania, a medieval Nazi Germany, Switzerland with a resident Dr. Frankenstein, and several other similarly dark-and-troubled nations all existed right next to one another, and were plagued by all manners of unearthly horrors, and you kind of have a good idea of what Ravenloft is like. Evil is damn near omnipresent, but because of that good is all the more heroic when it exists. I could go into much more detail, but Wikipedia does a good job of summarizing(Ravenloft) so I'll instead move on to the point of this entry.
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