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#73

Cousin saw the ship coming toward her.  She would not stop.  The half formed thought was to sink it if it interfered with her course.  Otherwise, she would ignore it.  She was making her way to Haven. The ship slowed and dropped anchor. Cousin … [Read more]

Des’Tras#72

“Mermaid, ho,” came the call from Slaughter Fish’s crow.  “Starboard, six points!  Mermaid!” Butcher stood at the helm and used his spyglass to search for what his watch had seen.  A woman in Kraken black walked on the water.  Butcher felt his … [Read more]

Des’Tras#71

At mid-day Haven came into sight of a smoking merchant ship.  Drake’s ship shot volley after volley of cannon balls.  Most missed their target.  The merchant ship fired back with less result. Kraken watched from the crow through his spyglass.  … [Read more]

Des’Tras#70

Cousin stood the crow.  She cast her perception wide looking for Drake.  She found him still pursuing the merchant ship a day ahead.  She laughed low.  “Dumb ass,” she whispered to the wind.  She almost felt sorry for the pirate.  Almost. Sea wind … [Read more]

Des’Tras#69

Haven sailed on slow waters under star filled skies.  Most of her crew slept.  Cousin stood in the windows of the Captain’s cabin.  It was strange to think of it as hers as well.  Hers and Kraken’s. Kraken slept.  Cousin listened to his even … [Read more]

Des’Tras#68

When Haven parted from the Le’An ship she had no new crew.  Her hold only had a few new crates, her stores only a few extras.  Most everything was left for the freed slaves. The crew celebrated. Cousin stood aft and watched the diminishing … [Read more]

Greetings Reader

Greetings Dear Reader, It seems I have found my way back.  You will be pleased [I hope] to hear that I have scheduled the remaining bits of Des'Tras.  Cousin and the Kraken Pirates will continue on the previous schedule of Tuesdays and … [Read more]

Des’Tras #67

Haven sailed three days to intersect a shipping lane.  The weather had a charge and the sails flapped in the lagging wind.  The slack was taken in.  The men worked their duties with practiced ease. Cousin stood the crow, reaching out with her … [Read more]

Des’Tras #66

The galley was in full ruckus.  Men shouted, gamed, drank and argued.  Frick and Ollie sang songs of bloody battle and rich reward to the cheers of most. Cousin and Kraken sat against the wall.  They talked in low tones with Gabb and Kor about … [Read more]

Des’Tras #65

Kraken pause in his doling of the weapons.  A familiar power washed over the ship.  Gabb looked out over the ocean, before meeting Kraken’s eyes.  Kraken gave a quick, short shake of his head, and returned to the weapons. … [Read more]