Forgotten Songs Fantasy

Author: Thomas B. Dair

  • Calamity (Archived #4)

    v.1.1.2

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Katastrofe (Arkiveret #1)

    v.1.1.2

    Ilden i stearinlysene blussede op. Det samme gjorde flammerne i ildstedet. Det gjorde de altid, når Hu’orhun var oprevet. At dømme ud fra brølende, der kom fra pejsen, var rasende nok et mere dækkende ord, tænkte Tu’wehan for sig selv. Faktisk var varmen ved at blive lidt for meget, selv for en dværg, så han tog et skridt væk fra de hidsige flammer. Tu’wehan kiggede på sin hustru med nervøse, nøddebrune øjne.

    Hu’orhun stod ved spisebord, lavet i solid, mørk granit. Den tilhørende granitstol, som hun havde siddet på et øjeblik tidligere, var væltet, da hun nærmest hoppede op fra den i vrede. Med knugede hænder og hvide, hårdt sammenpressede læber, stirrede Hu’orhun tilbage på hendes ægtefælle, som om hun prøvede at sætte ild til ham lige nu og her. 

    ‘Du rejser ikke!’ nærmest råbte Hu’orhun og forsøgte at få noget af sit ildrøde hår, de lokker, som altid undgik hendes fletning, under kontrol. Hun opgav med et irriteret støn og lod det røde hår falde frit over hendes ansigt. ‘Ved De Sovende Kæmper, hvem har puttet den åndssvage idé i dit hoved?’

    Tu’wehan kiggede på den sorte, ærmeløse læderjakke i sine hænder. Han havde allerede sin brune på, ovenover en mørkegrøn linnedstrøje, og var klar til at rejse, så snart han var færdig med at pakke. Hans grå uldkappe hang ved siden af døren.

    ‘Kapitælerne og deres følge rejser fra Zhi’Na Qien for at udbrede Læren om De Fem Søljer til nye områder og de har et stort behov for håndværkere. Jeg tænkte, at jeg tilbyde mine evner som jernmester,’ forklarede Tu’wehan imens han pænt lagde den sorte jakke ned i sin rejsekiste.

    -> FORTSÆT MED AT LÆSE!

  • Calamity (Archived #3)

    v.1.1.1

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #2)

    v.1.1.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #1)

    v. 1.0.1

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!