this is my second attempt to write an altera based novel as some of you may know. a few of the characters will stay the same, however there will be a lot of changes to the original plan. Although I wrote a lot of the original lore canon, i understand that it has gone through A LOT of changes since I was last active.
sooooo I guess just take this as loosely accurate lore and not as canon. Dont wanna smush any little toesies.
Also I dont write for kids so there will be the occasional naughty word, reference to naughty stuffs and the very occasional use of a big word.
also I will be using my own version of a calendar.
so here is the intro to what will hopefully not be another one of uncle fitz's abandoned projects:
FEEDBACK IS NOT ONLY WELCOME BUT IS WANTED!!
This story is set after the cataclysm and before the exodus
Chapter 1
Kartisport; Felony Flats; 1547 PC; Month of Rain
Jaxson, the seven year old fish carver, was sure that he was indeed one of the luckiest boys in the city when he found the rich man dying in the alley that morning. As he came upon the man the crooked alley was abandoned, the man’s blood mixing with the mud. Weakly the man asked for help, his eyes already starting to lose focus, but Jaxson had seen this before on these streets and knew there was no helping this man, His silk clothes soaked through from multiple stab wounds. He quickly surveyed the body and noted the cut belt and empty scabbard attached to a bandoleer. Either the man didn’t know where he was or was not as tough as he first imagined. Rich folk didn’t come here, but the city was flooded with outsiders due to the coming festivities. The dying man’s purse and buckle were already gone, but whoever did this had left a large silver ring on his fat thumb in their haste. Quickly looking around to ensure he was still alone he cut the thumb off with his fillet knife and hurried away, leaving the man to die alone in the alley.
Rather than going to work as he ran back to his small apartment a few blocks south, getting rid of the thumb along the way and cleaning the blood off of the ring. He breathlessly gave it to his mother, Sherrah, telling her he had found it in the mud of an alley on his way to work, before hurrying out the door and running to the docks. When he ran past the man again he was dead and his expensive clothes were gone.
Upon arriving to cut fish for the day he received a rap on the head from his employer, Rowney, for getting there after the bells rang for morning service. It was worth it though, that silver ring was worth more than he would make all month and his family needed it. Work was far busier than usual due to The Parade of the Chosen Children of the Gods, or The Parade of Children as everyone called it, which would start in three days and would last the next five days until the last day of the Month of Rain.
All of the surrounding lands within Kartisport’s governance were required by Divine Law to bring their children less than ten years old to walk in the parade. This happened once each decade. Each day those in the district of the day would parade past the high priests and priestesses in a spectacle of fun color and costumes. The priests and priestesses would be told by the Gods who their chosen children were and there would be a feast that evening to celebrate. Children dressed in costumes to represent their favorite heroes of old and it was commonly believed that the better the costume the more likely that the Gods would favor you.
Those chosen by the Gods would be taken to the Holy Island of the Gods to begin their training to be a high priest or priestess. Their immediate blood relatives would also be moved and would know every luxury for the rest of their lives. It was for this last reason that Jaxson spent the day daydreaming while he gutted fish earning him several more disciplining raps as he fell behind. It would mean his mom, sisters and he could move to a rich person mansion and his bully of an adopted father, Jork, would stay here to pull in fishing nets for the rest of his miserable drunk life.
When it was well past dark the customers had dwindled to a point that Rowney was willing to close the shop. He looked happily over to young Jaxson handed the boy 3 copper. This was three times what the boy normally earned but the day was easily 5 times busier, they had almost ran out of fish several times. Fortunately the fishermen were also working later and going deeper than usual, so that they had been able to keep up with the increased demand. He decided hiring the boy was a good idea as it seemed he lived up to his name. Jax was the god of luck. Rowney knew the lad’s adopted father from work and knew the brute of a man had named him so because ‘The little bastard must be the son of Jax, since I didn’t drown both him and my cheating whore of a wife the moment that black haired little bastard was born!’
“Good job today lad, you earned it. Tomorrow don’t be late or God’s help me I’ll rap ya twice as hard!” he shook his fist at the boy in mock threat while he tousled his raven hair with his other fish covered hand, “Now get outa here and get some sleep, tomorrow will be even busier.” he said with a grin.
Jaxson, despite his exhaustion, ran all the way home. He was eager to see his mother and sisters. With the extra money he got from the ring and gutting plus the extra business the day brought Jork, even he was sure to be in a good mood. When Jork was happy it made for everyone else being happier. Sometimes he even told jokes, which their mother would admonish him for through stifled giggles, as they were often crass and inappropriate for young ears. Jaxson’s favorite was the one about the fisherman, the priest of Bilworth and the whore, that one always made his mother laugh so hard that she cried. Even if he didn’t get it himself, he loved seeing his mom genuinely happy.
As he came to the building where his family rented what amounted to slightly more than a closet the smile fell off his face and fear gripped his heart. Their neighbor, Old Woman Merryl, stood outside their door looking grim.
“Go see to your mother dear, Allie is already on her way to fetch the healers.”
When he went inside, the boy who had that morning cut the thumb from a dying man, cried.
sooooo I guess just take this as loosely accurate lore and not as canon. Dont wanna smush any little toesies.
Also I dont write for kids so there will be the occasional naughty word, reference to naughty stuffs and the very occasional use of a big word.
also I will be using my own version of a calendar.
so here is the intro to what will hopefully not be another one of uncle fitz's abandoned projects:
FEEDBACK IS NOT ONLY WELCOME BUT IS WANTED!!
This story is set after the cataclysm and before the exodus
Chapter 1
Kartisport; Felony Flats; 1547 PC; Month of Rain
Jaxson, the seven year old fish carver, was sure that he was indeed one of the luckiest boys in the city when he found the rich man dying in the alley that morning. As he came upon the man the crooked alley was abandoned, the man’s blood mixing with the mud. Weakly the man asked for help, his eyes already starting to lose focus, but Jaxson had seen this before on these streets and knew there was no helping this man, His silk clothes soaked through from multiple stab wounds. He quickly surveyed the body and noted the cut belt and empty scabbard attached to a bandoleer. Either the man didn’t know where he was or was not as tough as he first imagined. Rich folk didn’t come here, but the city was flooded with outsiders due to the coming festivities. The dying man’s purse and buckle were already gone, but whoever did this had left a large silver ring on his fat thumb in their haste. Quickly looking around to ensure he was still alone he cut the thumb off with his fillet knife and hurried away, leaving the man to die alone in the alley.
Rather than going to work as he ran back to his small apartment a few blocks south, getting rid of the thumb along the way and cleaning the blood off of the ring. He breathlessly gave it to his mother, Sherrah, telling her he had found it in the mud of an alley on his way to work, before hurrying out the door and running to the docks. When he ran past the man again he was dead and his expensive clothes were gone.
Upon arriving to cut fish for the day he received a rap on the head from his employer, Rowney, for getting there after the bells rang for morning service. It was worth it though, that silver ring was worth more than he would make all month and his family needed it. Work was far busier than usual due to The Parade of the Chosen Children of the Gods, or The Parade of Children as everyone called it, which would start in three days and would last the next five days until the last day of the Month of Rain.
All of the surrounding lands within Kartisport’s governance were required by Divine Law to bring their children less than ten years old to walk in the parade. This happened once each decade. Each day those in the district of the day would parade past the high priests and priestesses in a spectacle of fun color and costumes. The priests and priestesses would be told by the Gods who their chosen children were and there would be a feast that evening to celebrate. Children dressed in costumes to represent their favorite heroes of old and it was commonly believed that the better the costume the more likely that the Gods would favor you.
Those chosen by the Gods would be taken to the Holy Island of the Gods to begin their training to be a high priest or priestess. Their immediate blood relatives would also be moved and would know every luxury for the rest of their lives. It was for this last reason that Jaxson spent the day daydreaming while he gutted fish earning him several more disciplining raps as he fell behind. It would mean his mom, sisters and he could move to a rich person mansion and his bully of an adopted father, Jork, would stay here to pull in fishing nets for the rest of his miserable drunk life.
When it was well past dark the customers had dwindled to a point that Rowney was willing to close the shop. He looked happily over to young Jaxson handed the boy 3 copper. This was three times what the boy normally earned but the day was easily 5 times busier, they had almost ran out of fish several times. Fortunately the fishermen were also working later and going deeper than usual, so that they had been able to keep up with the increased demand. He decided hiring the boy was a good idea as it seemed he lived up to his name. Jax was the god of luck. Rowney knew the lad’s adopted father from work and knew the brute of a man had named him so because ‘The little bastard must be the son of Jax, since I didn’t drown both him and my cheating whore of a wife the moment that black haired little bastard was born!’
“Good job today lad, you earned it. Tomorrow don’t be late or God’s help me I’ll rap ya twice as hard!” he shook his fist at the boy in mock threat while he tousled his raven hair with his other fish covered hand, “Now get outa here and get some sleep, tomorrow will be even busier.” he said with a grin.
Jaxson, despite his exhaustion, ran all the way home. He was eager to see his mother and sisters. With the extra money he got from the ring and gutting plus the extra business the day brought Jork, even he was sure to be in a good mood. When Jork was happy it made for everyone else being happier. Sometimes he even told jokes, which their mother would admonish him for through stifled giggles, as they were often crass and inappropriate for young ears. Jaxson’s favorite was the one about the fisherman, the priest of Bilworth and the whore, that one always made his mother laugh so hard that she cried. Even if he didn’t get it himself, he loved seeing his mom genuinely happy.
As he came to the building where his family rented what amounted to slightly more than a closet the smile fell off his face and fear gripped his heart. Their neighbor, Old Woman Merryl, stood outside their door looking grim.
“Go see to your mother dear, Allie is already on her way to fetch the healers.”
When he went inside, the boy who had that morning cut the thumb from a dying man, cried.
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