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ââŚthis life, witho-o-out you.â
Mirium drew the final note to a careful quaver, then bowed as the small tavern audience erupted into clapping. Face glowing, she stepped down from the Lion stage and sat down next to her children, Medi and Evelos.
âWhat did you think?â she whispered.
âIt was beautiful,â said Evelos. âI think youâre getting your talent back.â
âOh, you think you could do better?â Medi quipped, nudging Evelos in the ribs.
âWell, I do have a story I could tell,â said Evelos thoughtfully, as the crowd settled again, and Lana took to stage to call out for the next open stage participant. âItâs from when I was a child.â
âYou were a child once??â Medi goggled.
âErm, yes,â said Evelos. âItâs about when we first moved to ThalasâTalah, away from the Dawnmist manor.â
Medi leaned back. âReally? That sounds boooooor-ring!â
âI think youâll find itâs not.â
Lana moved her pointer finger around in a circle over the audience, but the takers to come up on stage were few. Evelos then put up a hand.
âForgive me if I donât come up on stage, but I have a sleepy child on my lap,â he said, stroking the blonde hair of his little son, Alesric.
Lana waved him off. âItâs a casual night, anyway,â she said, sitting down on the stageâs edge to listen.
Evelos exchanged glances with Medi, who was goggling at him again. Then he swallowed hard, and the renâdorei began.
Only more than a year since I first announced this effort, the Great Revision is now officially complete!
The Great Revision effort started in response to me reading over Keelath and Mirium’s various adventures and finding it to be a snarly mess. There were several different versions of them reuniting since Keelath became undead, them breaking up, them coming back together, them breaking up again, and them reassuring each other over various other dramas in the family, most notably Tyrric’s. The Great Revision was also sorely needed after Tyrdan was retooled to be Tyrric, Lellith’s role was swapped out for Alelsa, and Lellith herself got yet another role in the Sunwalker story, which has not yet been revealed.
Most of the work involved editing down existing posts into writing less cringey, as well as reorganizing the ordering of scenes. Some posts switched their places between series and stand-alones as well.
Oh, I dunno. Filling in some gaps between series still needs to be done, but once that is complete, how about retooling all these adventures to Talmenor and publishing them as an official short story collection? It has certainly crossed my mind…
Yes! Though the Sunwalker chronicle only remains half complete overall, below is the canonical ordering of what posts go where, as well as a few outlines for what happens in the gaps between series. Spoiler alerts! Continue reading “Objective Complete: The Great Revision”
The final piece to be cut out of “Brothers Apart”, this scene really deserved to be a stand-alone all along. Keelath was given a tarot card reading at the Darkmoon Faire during a Summer Festival roleplay event, which left him chewing on whether he needed to use a lighter touch in his relationship with Mirium. His worries didn’t come out of nowhere: at the time, Mirium was suffering from a mental intrusion by Talthan, via a mind control spell that caused her to see Keelath as an enemy. Since this is nowhere else referenced, this piece didn’t really belong in “Brothers Apart”. I think I originally put it there as it showed how Keelath and Tyrric’s brotherhood was on the mend.
Author’s Note
The cottage was dark when Keelath made it home from the Faire. Mirium was sleepingâof course she was sleeping. It was past moonset, and at this time of month, that happened only hours before dawn.
Keelath dismounted, letting the ghost of his bonesteed drift away, back to wherever such undead creatures lurked until they were called again. He let himself pause to listen to the nightly sounds: crickets, a muffled stamp from the stables, water trickling some distance away from the brook, the cloud of humming from the frogs living near a pond Tyrric had left behind when he had dredged the grounds of Dawnmist from the swamp that had given them its name. Joining those sounds now was a crackling buzz from the new wards Lithliana was helping to lay around the manor, since Haljek had gone. The buzz would fade once the wards were fully up, she had said, but that would take another few days.
He edged up on the cottage. Mirium couldnât stand his presence at the moment, shrinking away anytime she caught sight of him. He knew it was Talthanâs doing, not a reflection of her honest thoughts about him, but it still hurt. One never appreciated what they had before it was taken away⌠Continue reading “A Darkmoon Reading”
Though this scene was briefly found in the “Brother Apart” series, due to the revelation Tyrric comes upon, it was originally written to be a stand-alone piece. After the Great Revision, it is back to being a stand-alone, though I might eventually rewrite pieces of it to slot into “Tyrric’s Madness” as part of the chronicle of Tyrric’s recovery from Void corruption.
Until then, this scene describes the aftermath of a roleplay session, in which Keelath was rude to Estormo while he was sulking at a tavern event.
Author’s Note Continue reading “Dear Estormo”
This was originally slotted in with “Brothers Apart”, to help provide contrast for how Tyrric treats his wife vs. how Keelath treats his. At one point of time, it was also meant to depict how Keelath learned how to beat his bloodlust problem, by realizing it’s all in his head, but I didn’t feel like it carried the right weight or came at the right time in this couple’s journey, so here the post now stands in the Deleted Scenes pile.
Author’s Note
She focused on her breath. Beside her, Keelathâs breaths rattled almost in time with hers. Though the death knight didnât need to breathe, the priest guiding their meditation had recommended it, and so Keelath dutifully did his best. Continue reading “Deleted Scene: Meditation Application”
This was originally part of the “Brothers Apart” series. It always felt a bit ungainly to me, as it was describing the aftermath of a bit of roleplay that had gone on in-game. So, as part of the Great Revision, I’ve cut it out and instead put it here.
Author’s Note
When Tyrric announced his choice to exile Mirium for helping an agent of Sylvanas, the impact of Keelathâs anger almost swept his sanity away. He had a vague sensation of being able to lie down inside the wave, to let what violence that would happen, happen, and then there would be no one left to blame.
Then with an effort, he was back again. He was Keelath, ex-paladin, not Keelath, undead monster. He wouldnât give in to the bloodlust. Not now. Continue reading “Deleted Scene: Mirium’s Exile”
He returned to Kharanos with the trolls dead and the meat and shimmerweed in tow. The dwarves gave him a feast in thanks, and Seryth went to bed with a bellyache and a sore head. He dropped off quickly into sleep, reflecting that he could always tell his father that the harvest had taken longer than usual to sell, hence his being away for a few days instead of the couple he had promised⌠Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 4”
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This was a continuation of the scene started in Part 2, so I just had to complete the thought.
One thing I will have to watch in the future is how I describe rukh-shami. These ones at first act like moving boulders, but then Sirith notes they feel smooth and malleable like mud. Earlier in Chapter 1 he noted they bled sand. So which is it? Are these different sub-races? Or does it have to do with how these ones were burned to death instead of stuck with swords? Does normal fire even work on them? My world-building has a lot of unanswered questions…
It was nearing sundown when Sirith approached the hills where the rukh-shami were supposedly encamped. He expected to see smoke rising in the air from campfires, but it was dark and silent all around. He pulled his ram to a stop and hesitantly dismounted, leading the riding goat into a brake of shrubs that he hoped would conceal it from sight.
Though the ympe clung impatiently to his shoulder, Sirith chose to approach the camps quietly, in a roundabout route up the shoulder of the hill rather than straight-on. He had an eerie feeling as he climbed Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 5, Part 3”