Andy Stewart character from Fireborn
Check it out, its Andy! Also, yay for an update!
In which Elizibeth thinks Andrew is someone prestigious and Andrew shows her his wii.
I had to stop writing because its too late when I laugh far to hard at the line “He showed her his Wii.”
But yay, maybe the full chapter will be done soonish. Laters adoring fans!
-Seppy
Septiness from S4 League
Well guys the super update challenge has ended. Oh man I’m mentally exhausted but still pumped. That was freaking challenging but a lot of fun. I tallied up 2800 words for my new story Tales of Illusia. Don’t relax to much though guys. Just because the super update challenge is over doesn’t mean thats it at all. I’m hope to keep fairly regular updates on this blog as the days roll by. SO expect to see an update every few days or more on this. I’m really enjoying writing Tales of Illusia and I have another very epic story I want to get writing sometime. Need to get all the notes I have for it off another hard drive first…Who knows I might even start doing some illustrations for some scenes from Tales Of Illusia if I feel a twitch in my fingers to draw. I actually have some pretty awesome visual image of a few spots in the first few parts of Illusia. Anyway drop me a message on msn or leave a comment on one of the posts I did today. I’m a artist so I thrive on your praise and criticism. FEEED MEEE!
Hehe. Peace out guys and gals. See you next time.
Justin AKA Septin AKA Seppy AKA Seppalicious
Heres the final Update for my SUPER UPDATE CHALLENGE. Its a picture I did a while back. Yes I know one of the arms is ridiculous and the face is pretty bad but I like how the legs and most of it turned out. Enjoy!
© Justin Root 2008
Next and likely final part of this update challenge for Tales of Illusia. Enjoy!
Tales of Illusia Part 5
Andrew gave her a suspicious look. He wasn’t sure how to take having her looking so composed in his room. He realised he was still in his wet, well damp, school clothes. Almost in reaction to this realisation, Andrew sneezed.
“Well, you deserve that for not changing from your wet clothes, silly.” Elizabeth offered her unwanted commentary. Andrew gave her a withering look. “Scary.”
“Aren’t you suppose to be telling me who you are and what the hell you’re doing in my room?” Andrew ignored his chilly clothing for the moment to just look at Elizabeth.
She gave a long suffering sigh. “Well I hope you remember my name. Although this is the first time I’ve met with the same person enough times like this to have to worry about them remembering my name.” She said another incomprehensible thing casually. “So who am I and why am I in your room?”
Andrew nodded at her and leaned back on his bed, resting on his hands. This had better be good. I hope I’m not going insane or this is just some girl that has decided to mess with my head.
“As I’ve already told you my name is Elizabeth. I’m from Illusia. That probably doesn’t mean anything to you. It never does seem to mean much to the people I met dreaming…” She trailed off. Andrew waited patiently for a while. It seemed that was it.
“Um…and why are you in my room exactly?” He verbally probed.
“Oh right, that!” Elizabeth looked excited suddenly. “I haven’t the foggiest. Never tracked a person while dreaming before.” She grinned. “I hope you’re interesting. So few people are. Well, now I’ve told you who I am and why I’m here, tell me who you are!” She leaned forward to look intently at Andrew. “You must be some famous person or really important for me to be tracking you.”
“What? Sorry to disappoint you but I’m nobody.” Andrew grimaced. “Unless you count being the shortest in the grade as important and famous.” His face turned into a frown.
Elizabeth looked on without the slightest decrease in interest. Her brown eyes still showed she was as curious as the proverbial cat about Andrew. Andrew noted that one of her gloves had slipped so the back of her hand was partially visable. What is that? Is it a tattoo? He leaned forward, curiosity over-coming his confused brain. It can’t be a tattoo…glossy gold paint? Elizabeth pulled the glove back on quickly and glared at him.
“Didn’t I say it was rude to stare last time we spoke?” She said tartly.
Andrew quickly moved to apologise again. “Sorry…I was just wondering what was on your hand. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to.”
Elizabeth gave him a long look, then sighed. “Well, I guess you’ll see it sooner or later.” She sounded resigned. “If I’m going to keep tracking you whenever I dream its fairly inevitable.” She pulled off the glove covering her right hand and held her hand up for inspection.
Andrew gave a little gasp. Her hand was…Is that paint pulsing? He leaned in to have a closer look. Wow. What a neat little…whatever it is. On her hand was a fairly detailed design of an eye with long lashes, in bright gold. It was also pulsing with an eerie light. Without knowing why he reached out a hand and lightly touched it.
“Wait, don’t touch it I don’t know what will hap-” The symbol exploded with gold and silver light as his hand brushed it. Elizabeth gave a gasp of surprise, then one of horror. “This, it doesn’t feel good. I don’t know what you did…”
Andrew, who had jumped back in shock after touching her hand just stared, nearly blinded by the light coming from her hand. What the hell. I have a bad feeling I just did something I wasn’t supposed to do…
“Uh…this feels strange…What did you do to me. I…” The symbol on her hand gave a final, blinding pulse, forcing Andrew to cover his eyes. When he opened them again the light had faded and Elizabeth was still there, but wearing a stunned expression on her face.
“You..how did you…” She darted forward and grabbed his face with her hands and gave him a searching look.
“What? What did I do?” Andrew asked worriedly.
“You…you brought me here in reality.” She let go of his face and sat down heavily on the his chair. “I’m no longer dreaming. This…I’m really here.” She looked blankly at the floor, her brown eyes stunned.
Andrew felt something akin to panic begin to rise.
“WHAT!”
© Justin Root 2008
Another Mild Corruption Part. Enjoy!
Part III, Mission or Breakfast?
Nicolayuth stopped brooding as he emerged into the streets of Altdorf, the jewel of the empire. He looked around at the area around the sewer entrance and grinned. The sky was clear and it was a scorching day, the heat only added to the smell of the sewers. Most people would have found the thought of going to live in the sewers disgusting and at the entrance it hardly encouraged any who thought about living there. A particularly foul odor drifted up from the entrance, that was just all the dung that the thieves could gather shoved at the entrance to discourage any who wanted to intrude. It worked surprisingly well.
The city watch would usually give chase to thieves to the sewer entrance then most would spend several minutes retching from the smell. By the time they recovered the thief had disappeared and they defiantly did not want to have to chase the thief through miles of dung and slime. Not to mention the skaven that were rumored to sometimes be down in the sewers. The sewers were best left to the thieves and whatever other beasts dwelt down there.
Nicolayuth stopped daydreaming again as he almost ran into a wall. At the moment he had an assignment to do but he also wanted breakfast and he always stole better with a full stomach. The problem with getting breakfast was that it would be longer until the task was finished and that meant a headache if only because the merchants were harder to steal from when they were more awake. He decided to just wander around and take whatever opportunity presented itself first. He started to walk towards the markets, that was were the pickings were the best usually.
As he walked his eyes darted around taking in every detail around him, being trained for six years will have an effect even on a child. His fingers were quick but his mind was quicker. He was quite good for keeping a record of accounts that the thieves kept on certain people who wanted to hire the thieves for a theft of this or that certain item, for his diminutive size he was often useful.
The damp cobblestones that occur everywhere in alleys even when the sun is shining chilled his feet as he walked along. Tattered clothes made him look like some poor homeless beggar child. Hence lay the reason for the boys ratty garb. People, he had noticed tended to pay less attention to a beggar child than a bright healthy looking boy with a spring in his step. Especially since they knew that most of the bright children of the city were under the tutelage of one kind of thief or another. He reached the markets eventually and an almost predatory smile came over his face for a second as he forgot himself.
A man dressed completely in black observed Nicolayuth from near a stall. The man smiled as the boy started towards the merchant who was well known as being the most lax in protecting his goods. He edged closer to watch the boy who was now speaking to the merchant in a trembling voice, well practiced he didn’t doubt. “Please Sir, I have no money or even food. I know that you gave me enough to last a few days the last time I asked you but the food and money you gave me was stolen that night by thieves who broke into my little kennel.” The merchants face filled with compassion.
The man in black snorted. The boy was laying it on a bit to thick he thought even for a complete idiot. To the mans immense surprise the merchant bought the thickly layered pile of manure. “That’s ok boy. I’ll give you A few silver pieces so you can sleep in an inn tonight and here have some bread, fresh baked this morning.” He opened his money pouch and produced four silver pieces which he gave to the apparent beggar boy. He then reached over and produced a fresh loaf of bread.
As soon as the pouch had been opened Nicolayuth’s hands had started moving. Instead of giving the boy four pieces of silver he in fact gave to the boy a total of eight gold crowns. All the gold crowns in his money pouch.
Nicolayuth was almost chortling as he walked away from the market place. He had got a loaf of bread and nearly all of his assignment in one easy picking. As the boy walked into a side alley to enjoy his breakfast he was grabbed by a shadowy figure who had an iron-like grip. “Hello boy, that was smoothly done, although I doubt the merchant would appreciate it if he knew how good you were with your hands.”
Nicolayuth didn’t even think. As a thief he did what was instinctive of a thief who thought a watchman had him in his grip. Kicking the figure in the groin then almost as an afterthought grabbing it’s money pouch as it keeled over in pain, cursing, Nicolayuth sprinted away, money pouch in one hand. He chewing on the bread as he fled back towards the sewers and safety.
When he reached the sewers he almost sighed as he smelt that foul odor that is common of the sewers. He had got back and he was pretty sure that the shadowy figures money pouch would at least contain two gold crowns. With a taunt at the city in general he hurried down the sewer entrance.
© Justin Root 2008
Heres part 4. Dundundun?
Tales of Illusia Part 4
Andrew reached for the back of his head again and gave the sore spot a light poke.
“Did I hit the side-walk harder than I thought?” He took another look around to make sure Elizabeth wasn’t hiding anywhere. Not surprisingly she wasn’t anywhere in sight. Am I going crazy? Andrew throught to himself. Well either that or…or I don’t know. I’m going straight to bed when I get home. This has just been a weird afternoon.
With the thought of sleep on his brain he adjusted his bag on his back and made his way, once again, towards his house. The rain started to slow down do a light drizzle as he walked. The traffic on the road slowly became next to nothing as he walked and turned off the main road to his neighborhood. Most people would be rather happy with all this rain given how little there had been the last few months. More than a few sad looking lawns were in view as he kept walking down the now deserted streets to his house.
He arrived at his house without any further incident. Feeling oddly grateful for that he wandered inside, noting as he walked through the driveway that neither of his parents were home. Yay for me, yet another afternoon home alone, or maybe it’s just as well. He winced as his head pounded some more and the bruises on his torso let him know they we’re about to start showing up. Anything that put off explaining the bruises and the large lump on the back of his head was welcome.
Andrew went inside and made his way to his room, as always, thankful for the tiled floor which meant he didn’t have to remove his shoes. His mother would tell him to not muddy the tiles but she wouldn’t attack him with a broom like she would if he tracked mud on carpet. Once the teen reached his room he deposited his bag and collapsed onto his bed. Taking a moment to kick off his shoes he face planted himself into his pillow and tried to have a nap. Far too much had happened today. His first fight at school. Cracking his head on the pavement, and a brown eyed girl who randomly appeared and vanished while spouting nothing but crazy. She was cute though… He drifted off.
Who deserves the title of man? All men are equal parts brave and stupid. A true man is the one who can tell when he is being one or the other, and know when it is worth being stupid.
Andrew rolled over and opened his eyes. He saw only the white ceiling of his room. With a groan he sat up, and found himself looking at Elizabeth. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world as she sat on his chair at his desk, watching him. Andrew noted with a detached part of his brain that her clothing was the same but she was completely dry.
“You look weird when you sleep.” She giggled.
“Ugh?” Was the only response Andrew could come up with to that. Then his brain woke up. “Hey! What are you doing in my room and further more. Who the hell are you?!” He swung his legs over the side of his bed and sat on the side, glaring at the intruder in his chair.
She grinned, a little too knowingly at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
© Justin Root 2008
Heres another picture of mine. A quick sketch and colour I did for a character of mine from a serenity roleplaying game I did online with some overseas freinds. Xun is a crazy martial arts chick with a pechant for bloodshed. Enjoy!
© Justin Root 2008
Next part in Mild Corruption. Enjoy!
Part II, Thief Training
Nicolayuth, thief prentice woke up from his strange dream to the drip of slime and a smell of old socks. This recurring dream…or memory as it more felt like, was starting to give him the willies. He wasn’t sure what was going on with his dreams. The dreams were always frighteningly real. Real enough to him at least. Everything seemed to look and feel right. The smell of the woods, his mothers arms around him. a slight shiver shook the boys body, what was he going to do about it. No one else paid any attention to him the few times he had dared bring it up. Thieves are naturally superstitious so they hurriedly dismissed his dreams rather than get nervous.
Nicolayuth opened his eyes and looked around his small room, catching the familiar reek of slime and urine that was part and parcel in the sewers of Altdorf. Jumping up the boy scattered the roaches that had been investigating a pile of rags that some would argue were clothes. Others would have said garbage. Grabbing a pair of old socks from the pile he made sure that there were no nasty surprises lying in wait for him. One experience with an irritated centipede was enough for one lifetime. Pulling the socks on with a grimace he looked around and found his torn up and falling apart boots.
The roaring voice of Fron suddenly shook the sewers. “BOY! You’re late for your training, get running or the Rogue will gut you!”
That was one problem to living in sewers, time was at best a dangerous guessing game for most. Older thieves like Fron though had pilfered watches. Leaping to his feet a hand grabbed his boots on the way out, stopping a moment to put one on he hopped the rest of the way trying to pull the other on, wondering what punishment he would be given today.
As usual, Arthur Gywnolg or as he was usually called by those who wished to stay healthy “the thief lord” or “the rogue”, was in a ‘room’ near the end of the particular part of the sewers he lived in. The non-rate infested section. Most called it the den. The Rogue could be a real bear. The Rogue turned and looked at him witheringly as he came hopping in. He stopped sharpening his skinning knives.
“You’re late Nicolayuth. I would have thought by now that you disliked sleeping on the dung pile after six years of having to sleep in it .” Waving a hand at the boy to forestall any speech the thief continued. “Don’t bother with an explanation. Hurry up and get the damn boot on so I can get this over with.” Nicolayuth gaped at him a moment then remembered with a start that his boot was still in his hands. Quickly the boy knelt and pulled the boot on with a very soft squish.
Arthur smiled almost kindly. “Damp socks again boy?” He sighed. “Pick my pockets . I’ll even turn away from you.” He turned his back to Nicolayuth who as soon as he heard the command had started to creep forward the man even though he hated picking pockets the most of all the thieving skills. He knew that the thief lord was aware he hated picking pockets. Hence it was the thing he made him do the most. It was true Arthur got a perverse pleasure out of it but he also did it to break the boy of the hatred.
When he put his hand in Arthur’s pocket he had a faint thrill of success as his hand closed over a money pouch. Lifting it as carefully as he can he started to back away. The coins jingled ever so slightly and Arthur like a coiled spring spun around and grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, his face amused as he once again caught the youngster. He held out a hand for the puch and it was returned.
Still smiling Arthur proceeded to go through all the forms of thieving, training the boy, making him sweat. The Rouge made Nicolayuth repeat all the thief signs that exist, both verbal and non-verbal. This took an hour or two, even though Arthur knew only a handful of the signs of the thieves which ran rampant over the Empire. Then he gave the boy a mission for the day as was often done, to see if anything had stuck.This time Nicolayuth had to succeed in getting ten gold crowns worth of goods by any means he wished. He could even try to sneak into Arthur’s treasury but that would be pure suicide. As the last hapless thief prentice Arthur trained had shown. Nicolayuth had no intention of being skewered to a wall by a not very sharp stick. No, he would go out into the city.
Nicolayuth came out of his training session with the Rogue, bitter thoughts clear to read on his face. He despised the thief lord. He loved thievery and the thought of assassination made his heart leap with grandeur but the way that the thief lord treated him was unfair, even by a thief’s low standards. His mind jerked back to the present as he stepped in a pile of slime and dung. He shook most of it off. Cursing under his breath, as he had seen older thieves do, he made his way towards the sewer exits to find breakfast then the rest of the mission…..
© Justin Root 2008
