Fragments of the Tartessiad VFragments of the Tartessiad V by greumach
Fragments of the Tartessiad V
Book XL Lines 300-316
The Master Mage Geleriel by name did cast his
Spells abroad and lo within a circle made of air
A vision formed as real as any land, with mountains
High and capped with snow wherein the rivers
Ran and eagles soared above, and thenceforth
Rode the host that Firehair ruled by order
Of the God-King Lugh. With banners bright
And panoply of war, on horses grey the
Warriors rode forth to Otherwhere and Otherwhen.
They went, and when the last rode through
A curtain closed of mist as bright in colour
As the rainbow is, and at the last came darkness
And the sound of curlew lone and all were
Gone and vanished in the gyre. Returned we to
Our ships and thence came home. No shadow of
That host remained; we never saw again our
Comrades of the war.
The Siegemasters - Part VIIThe Siegemasters - Part VII by greumach
T H E S I E G E M A S T E R S
Ten years have passed.
Autumn was barely halfway over. But it was already snowing in Caer Dinivel and the fireplace in the big main bar room of the Cloven Skull Inn was filled with blazing logs. Anlaf, the owner, was bustling about with a tray filled with tankards and glasses and the tavern wenches were equally busy. Several trading caravans were in the town on this market eve and there were plenty of travellers on route to or from the Ten Towns, the Druids' Sacred College at Dragon's Eye or the Elven and Dwarven strongholds in the Spine of the World. The crowded bar was loud with laughter and conversation.
The door opened and two people, a man in the hooded black leather robe of a Druid and a woman in a dark green mage robe came in, accompanied, to the worried stares of some patrons, by a large wolf. The man threw back his hood to reveal a lined, moustached and ravaged face