Jeany Valience

Embrace crazy. Forget can't. Write.

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#55

Cousin knocked on Kraken’s door.  Her hair was wet with sea spray.  Her leathers dripped puddles in the hall.  She shifted her weight with the roll of the ship.  The storm was yielding, and Haven had come through undamaged.  She raised her hand to … [Read more]

Des’Tras#54

Vermit and Kor stood watch while the captains and the first mates met behind closed doors on Slaughter Fish.  Vermit picked at stitches from a healing wound.  Kor let his senses reach out to inspect the surroundings. “I know you,” Vermit said.  … [Read more]

Des’Tras#53

Slaughter Fish met Haven on the opposite side of the island at mid-day.  Haven was dwarfed in Slaughter Fish’s shadow.  All of Slaughter Fish’s guns were aimed.  Butcher's crew leaned against the leash their Captain had put on them.  Butcher stood … [Read more]

Des’Tras#52

The morning sun painted the sky a startling pink above a burning white-yellow sun.  Cousin stood at the bottom of the gangplank baring the city magistrate.  “Don’t care,” she said.  “Captain said no one save crew on ship.  You can wait here, or you … [Read more]

Des’Tras#51

Blake woke with a sword at his throat.  A quick glance around the lavish bedroom showed his men subdued and bound.  Starlight glinted from the narrow sword held by Kor.  Blake could only glare venom. “This fine man was good enough to show us the … [Read more]

Des’Tras#50

Cousin’s charms sang.   Kraken and Gabb were in mortal peril.  It was all she could do to stay still.  Most of the crew were back.  The watch was relieved.  Cousin stayed on deck.  Something was coming.  She could feel it in the waves that touched … [Read more]

Des’Tras#49

Kraken and Gabb made a big show of entering the inn.  They stomped their feet and brushed invisible things from their clothes with flapping hands.  Gabb called for drinks, while Kraken challenged a group of men in Al’Ri dress for their table.  They … [Read more]

Des’Tras#48

Kraken watched the sky.  The ocean waves lapped at his ankles and pulled sand from beneath his boots.  He adjusted his stance without thinking.  The stars were bright in the near moonless sky. Behind him his crew slowly gathered.  The little beach … [Read more]

Des’Tras#47

Cousin sat on the deck, her back against the mainmast.  She listened.  The dock was quiet.  The creak and groan of the wood sounded in rhythm to the waves in the bay.  The ruckus laughter of prostitutes and sailors carried over the empty spaces.  No … [Read more]

Des’Tras#46

Cape Simling changed with the setting sun.  The gaggle of commerce gave way to stalking shadows.  Each dark corner lent its self to secrets and conspiracy. Blake watched Haven through his spyglass from a dark window in an abandoned hillside … [Read more]