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#25

Laver’s Gull was lost on the horizon when the call of a ship aft came from the crow. Kraken raced up to the crow to see the ship.  The flag was Freeman Shrill, and the ship turned on an easterly heading.  Kraken called general quarters and … [Read more]

Des’Tras#24

Kraken sat on the railing next to the gangplank, watching the delivery of provisions.  He sent a wave of his power over each item.  More than a few were returned to the dock to be searched.  Several more were refused out right. Two men carried a … [Read more]

Des’Tras#23

Full night cloaked the docks when Kraken and Cousin climbed onto the deck from the bay side.  Raymond, on watch, didn’t acknowledge them.  They slipped into the hallway, to the cabins, where Gabb was waiting for them. They gathered in Gabb’s … [Read more]

Des’Tras#22

The grubby streets turned into over grown paths.  Kraken moved with sure steps over roots and around trees and vines.  He knew the cliff edge would be coming up because the steep climb had leveled out.  He heard no voices, no sound, on the path.  … [Read more]

Des’Tras#21

Time moved on.  They saw pirates from all the other crews filter in and out.  Matty and Jak came in, made reports and left.  Before long Frick and Ollie came in, reported and left. The room was becoming more crowded.  Merchants and traders started … [Read more]

Des’Tras#20

Kraken stepped into his favorite pub, The Lost Sailor.  The ruckus was standard for those long from land and looking to act out.  Kraken smiled at the memory of his last fight at The Lost Sailor.  He tossed a small bag of coins on the bar as he … [Read more]

Des’Tras#19

Kraken and Cousin stood the crow when Laver’s Gull came into view.  The whole crew wore their blacks.  Weapons were displayed, and scowls were worn.  Last minute reminders and warnings were given.  The crew hustled to bring Haven to port. The … [Read more]

Des’Tras#18

Two days later the Captain’s table was set for four.  Cousin and Kor joined Gabb to talk strategy with Kraken.  The food was long gone, and they still talked about what may come. “Laver’s Gull is a good place to stir the waters.  It’s also a good … [Read more]

Des’Tras#17

Cousin stood on the deck.  The Sor-von was light on her hands and forearms.  Her mind took them through the forms she could remember.  Heavy gauntlets, taloned fingers, spiked armor, razor spine forearms, elbow blades, and more flowed from one to the … [Read more]

Des’Tras#16

Haven was in full sail with a good tail wind.  Everyone knew their job.  Gabb was on the foredeck talking to the watch. “Reporting for duty,” Cousin said. “Report to the crow.”  Gabb looked her over, a muted shine in his dark eyes.  “Doing … [Read more]