the only noble soul amidst a pit of vipers—and you’re a fucking deserter.
managed to churn out four-thousand words of aow today—this is a great accomplishment for me and should probably be accompanied by some sort of fanfare.
The friendly encouragement is most appreciated! Things are still coming along, fortunately. I’m just a really slow writer and AoW is such a behemoth to tackle anyway—it’s not moving as quickly as I’d like, but as soon as I hit a certain plot point (of doom, because, honestly, that’s when everything falls to pieces for everyone) things should, hopefully, pick up some speed. But yes, I’m always glad to see that people are still interested!
i can’t save your life
though nothing i bleed for is more tormenting
i’m losing my mind
you just stand there and stare as my world divides
“There’ll be no battles won against Athas until we blind its general. He may draw the string, but she sets his aim. As long as she incites the spirits’ whispers, we shall fall. Again and again and again, until we are naught but dust.”
“And the solution?”
“Deafen the ears of the seer to rob the eyes of the general. She’ll be well-guarded, true, but she’ll fall to a blade as well as anyone else. It won’t be long before Terik follows suit.”
The blacksmith cried out beside her, his spear piercing the air before he stumbled over his chains. Despite the crack that resonated from the man’s knees, he gripped his weapon with added fervor and swept at her leg with such a force, she was knocked off her feet.
Her chin smashed against the floor, hard enough that her teeth clamped around her tongue, blood beginning to fill her mouth until it became unbearable, the metallic taste foul and inescapable. Spitting off to one side, she pushed up on her elbows, extending her foot so it rested heavily on his spear. He tried to wrench it free, but her leg wouldn’t budge.
She could feel the blood trickling down her jaw, but, in that moment, she didn’t care. Painful as it was, and would be, for a time, she was well-fed enough that the wound would heal quickly.
Pushing her blade forward into his thigh, Leora crawled towards him, the grains of sand scratching at her skin as she went. The man cursed in every way he could, in every language she could (she scowled at his use of the Old Tongue), though his words faded as she gripped his leg, digging her nails into the cut he sported. She wanted to make this one hurt, and hurt he did.
The deed was done.
Five executions they demanded of her, five executions she gave.
acts of war v1.0
acts of war v2.0
the blog’s been pretty lax lately, so if there’s anything people want see/know about the aow universe, by all means, hit me up. i’m just excited (and very, very grateful) that there’s still some interest. i wish i wasn’t such a slow writer, though. alas. c’est la vie. but yes, if there’s something you guys are curious about, i wouldn’t mind putting up some ~stuff on it.
I’m glad people are still interested!
And I’d love to get it distributed to as large an audience as possible, but I have no idea how things are going to go come publishing time—fingers crossed, though.
life’s a game but it’s not fair, i break the rules so i don’t care
so i keep doing my own thing, walking tall against the rain
victory’s within the mile, almost there, don’t give up now
only thing that’s on my mind is who’s gonna run this town tonight
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