e&tg 13

[rone]

I waddled into the inn, as i was in too much pain to walk normally.  Hogsbreath and Son was a decent enough establishment (by "decent enough", i meant it was plague-free, the food didn't taste like decay, and nobody there had tried to rob any guests in their sleep), and we'd flown all day.  We probably still had another two days to go, and i was not looking forward to them in my bow-legged state.  It had been a few years since i'd been part of the Southeastern Cavalry, but riding a horse always came back to me, and even riding bareback didn't discomfit me much.  All my experience there, though, hadn't prepared me for riding the equivalent of a feathered horse with wings on its ass.  One of the first things i'd have to do with my mercenary pay would be investing in a saddle... and maybe, the next time i got some real wealth, get some magical device that'd let me understand Gryphonese.

"Looks like you've ridden hard all day, mister!"  Hogsbreath was behind the bar, predictably cleaning a tankard.  "I bet you'd like a nice cold one!"

"I'm afraid that won't do, Hogsbreath."  I sat gingerly on one of the stools.  "Give me some of the ol' Hogsbreath Fire.  I need some medication."

"Comin' right up."  He reached behind him and pulled down a ceramic jug.  He uncorked it and poured half a tankard.  "Eight lene, kind sir."

I gave him an anu.  "Give the two extra silver to your son and have him tend to my mount, eh?  It's hard to miss; it's the only gryphon."

Hogsbreath started laughing with a loud braying sound, which was stark and bizarre over the sparsely occupied common room.  After a while, he calmed down and yelled at his son, hiccuping on occasion, to go take care of the mount outside.

Although his reaction slightly perplexed me, i mentally shrugged and instead nursed my liquor and rubbed my thighs.  Suddenly a scream came from outside and Hogsbreath Junior ran inside.  "D-d-dad th-there's a f-f-f-frickin' g-gryphon out there!"

The barkeep looked at me, realized i hadn't been joking, and panicked.  "The horses!  We gotta save the hors—"

"Relax!"  I slapped the bar.  "He's not hungry right now and he'll behave."  I turned to the kid.  "Just treat him like you would any other mount, OK?  He won't bite."

"Y-yes, mister."  He turned around, stopped, and turned back.  "Um, mister, does he have a name?"

"Yes.  His name is Kohasadi.  Thanks for asking."  He nodded and left.  I turned my attention back to the rotgut. Eight lene for this? I hoped it wouldn't make me go blind.

Comments

[tarian.livejournal.com]

Er. I hate to impose, but would it be possible for you to link to these via your lj memories or something? I keep having to go fishing back through N entries to read the prior ones, in order to keep up with the most recent. Because I'm lame and have mind like rusty chain-link fence.

Also, y'know, I like them. Just in case it wasn't obvious from the groveling.

[ewx.livejournal.com]

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<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ronebofh/tag/salvatoresque+crap"Hooray for tags</a>

[ewx.livejournal.com]

feh.

[tarian.livejournal.com]

Whoa. So *that*'s what those things are for.

Pardon, apparently I was having a blonde moment.

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

If you click on the 'salvatoresque crap' tag, it should take you to all of them (albeit in reverse order).

[dr-strych9.livejournal.com]

Damn. Now I'm reading this.

You fished me in with the N'Jeet rambling about Kromalir and its magically engineered sustainable civil architecture.

This better not hurt much, or I'm going to be Very Disappointed.

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

Hurt in what way? I assure you that it's not all some gigantic pun or shaggy dog story. On the other hand, i do not expect to explain the mechanics of Kromalir's ecotopia in this story (apologies to any spoiler-sensitive readers). This is a story about a boy and his gryphon, about a gryphon and his boy, and what happens after they get married. Or something like that.

[dr-strych9.livejournal.com]

Hurt in what way?

You better already have an outline for this story. How many words is it going to be? I do not want get hooked on this thing and discover you have written yourself into a trap that you have no idea how to escape.

If this is going to be a straight-up, boy meets gryphon, boy loses gryphon, boy gets gryphon back story, I can deal. You can add all the twists you want, and I can still deal. Do not piss me off by making this into a boy meets gryphon, boy loses gryphon, boy gets turned into vampire, vampires invade castle, castle is owned by messiah figure, messiah makes vampires into apostles, apostle/vampires organize labor revolt in neighboring city, gryphon joins labor revolt, zombies attack and kill everyone, the end, story. I will be Very Disappointed.

Stay focused on the story. S'all I'm sayin'.

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

I have an outline of an outline; i know what'll happen next, i know what happens after that, and i know how it ends. I have no idea how many words it is going to be; i would surmise it's about halfway done. There will be no gryphon-losing. There will be no vampires in this story, but i reserve the right to include them in another story set in Kromalir; if they do come in, they will not be doing any invading. There will be no messiahs. The only religious element that may come into play would be the Lost Eye of Gruumsh, and that won't show up in this story.

Lastly, there will be no killing everyone. But there maybe a tale where everyone died but not really OMG LOL.

[2wanda.livejournal.com]

Man, you have demanding readers.