Jeany Valience

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Des’Tras

One touched by the Ancient Gods, born into the world of matter a conduit to the Ether, Des’Tras, the World Ender, is only whispered legend.  History offers no record of the last.  Most do not believe in Des’Tras any more.  Most.

Consequences of a Life

These are the stories of William Tasker Tarmon, and the extraordinary adventures he had on his quest for knowledge.  Most of all, these are the stories of the lives he touched, and the people he loved.

Poetry

Bits and Pieces
of the self
float through the
realms of
introspection

2 – 24 – 1993

Des’Tras#83

In the Ether, Cousin looked again at the Alpha Master.  He was no longer recognizable as the wielder he started as.  “That’s enough, Father,” she said, her voice a soft wave on still water. The Alpha Master swung his disfigured head to peer at her … [Read more]

Des’Tras#82

Cousin stood in her study aboard Haven.  The battle continued.  She looked to each of her family and healed the most dire.  Then she touched Haven and enforced her wards. Cousin turned to the book and staff.  The silver staff showed the Alpha … [Read more]

Des’Tras#81

The Alpha Master waved his hand.  The sharp morning light glowed through his splayed fingers.  The black bubble melted away.  Haven sat easy on still water.  No movement could be seen on her deck.  Cousin stood atop the figure head. The Alpha … [Read more]

Des’Tras#80

Kraken stood staring into the box in Cousin’s study.  Haven had woke him screaming in his head.  The resonance of the silver staff drew him.  Kraken watched in the lantern light as the Alpha Master ordered the deaths of his men.  As Cork and Sher ra … [Read more]

Des’Tras#79

The charms on Cousin’s wrist sung.  They vibrated so loud she woke, and was on her feet ready to kill.  The air hummed with a power she had not felt yet.  It was familiar, because it suffused the whole island.  Now she knew its source was a man, the … [Read more]

Des’Tras#78

The Alpha Master arrived at the Ancestor’s Shrine.  A few clipped words had every Master rushing to the open air of the central casting chamber.  He entered with his five attendants and walked to the middle alter.  The attendants took Tower Guard … [Read more]

Des’Tras#77

The Al’Ri Masters gathered at the Ancestor Shrine in the center of the Al’Ri capital city.  From the open arch’s of the central casting chamber they could see a full three hundred sixty degrees, but their favorite view was the black bubble that held … [Read more]

Des’Tras#76

Slaughter Fish’s wielders worked to protect the ship from the storm.  Butcher stood the forward watch and directed the efforts to see the ship safe.  Cousin stood next to him with her face up turned, and eyes closed experiencing the fury. “You … [Read more]

Des’Tras#75

Slaughter Fish rolled in the waves of an approaching storm.  Cousin looked out of the porthole window in the cabin she had been given.  She played with the five gold coins she won from Butcher.  He had to admit that roasted meat was always better … [Read more]

Des’Tras#74

A knock sounded on the door to Butcher’s cabin. “Come.” Vermit bobbed his head.  He twisted his cap in his hands.  “She’s settled and sleeping, Captain,” Vermit said. Butcher rubbed his throat and nodded.  “You did well, Vermit.  How’d you … [Read more]