Archive for June, 2014

Highborn Journal – 3 Phoenix (ep 05)

“Something is awry.” Frank glanced around. Although he had lived ten years on the sea, and close to another five in the Albin territories, he had never forgotten his homeland. “Ever since we landed, ever since we started marching out of that town, not a single wild animal.” Elthan turned to him with an irritated look upon her face. “Of course,” she pointed around them, “first of all we are a large group, no wild animal, whether prey or predator, comes close to a large group. Secondly, they are afraid of the other large group that is shadowing us.” Frank felt his skin crawl. Insecure he looked around in panic. “About fifteen people, they’re following us since we left town.” Elthan tried to bring Frank to calm down as she picked up pace again. “By their smell I gather that they are fungal guards.” Elthan told him of the news that had transpired to her. Inside the fungal domains was a renegade faction that actively sought to regain their magical powers, if necessary by force. Ever since contact to the city of Jath’moihm had been reestablished, knowledge about the dreaded fungals came into the Albin society as the city had close trade relations with the fungals. The renegades called themselves the fungal guards. “I guess they won’t attack unless we find a source of magical power, they want to regain their weavery as well.” Elthan sat at the campfire they had lit in the dim light of dusk. Still feeling insecure about the situation with the fungal guards Frank looked around, certain he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, regardless whether the fungal guards would attack or not.

Soft, gentle waves rolled against the tall rock at the base of the mountains, a few hundred meters from the closest flat shoreline a waterfall thundered into the vast waters. Reluctantly Praethon kneelt down and tasted of the water, satisfied he studied the seemingly endless water. “Sweetwater!” he waved to Elthan and Johly. Even though the vegetation had changed, shrubs and grassy clearings surrounded by mixed forests grew around the sweetwater sea, he still felt homesick. A beaten track led from the last pass down to the sea, but soon after, grew more narrow as the people using the pass dispersed in all available directions. Only one route seemed to have been used regularly, the one following the shoreline of the sweetwater sea. To Praethons surprise he couldn’t find any signs of a settlement along the shore as far as his eyes could see.

“If memory serves there is a village further to the south.” Frank stared into the distance.

“Reedheim. It is on the map.” Elthan glanced down on the map, one if many copies of the one Praethon had returned with from the Phoenix. As soon as ships and people were ready Elthan had left instructions for reinforcements to join them, they too would need maps. “Odd that there is no road sign.” again Frank looked around, obviously not looking for the road sign but their pursuers. “Indeed it is, but I figure who ever treads here either knows the terrain or has a guide who does.” Johly cowered over the ground looking for tracks in the soft soil. Barely able to hide his nervousness over the following fungal guards Frank nodded, still looking around. A terrified shipmate sprang away from the waters, shrieking upstarted. Immediately all others assumed a defensive stance, surrounding their comrade. Elthan also rushed to his side with Joly and Praethon, while Frank had thrown himself to the ground screaming for mercy.

Travelplans anyone?

An acquaintance of mine recently posted something that pissed me off.

Okay, many things piss me really off, and a lot of it comes from friends and acquaintances. But this one in particular. No it’s not some “Anti vaccination” crap, that drives me into psychotic hatred, no comment there. I hate this shit, and I won’t comment on it, other than I hope these people will be shamed to the ground.
Period.

“Boarding an airplane would go a lot faster, if window seats would get in first.”

Apparently some schmucks sat down and did a study on this, fairly simple, topic.
WHO, THE FRAK, CARES?

We don’t need tips on how to board an airplane, we need plans on how to cut down on airtravel all together!

A group of people sits in a friggin metal tube that is propelled through the air by burning crazy amounts of dead dinosaur age plankton. Who cares how to get into that tube faster? You are pissing in the face of chance, nature and luck, and you worry that a few minutes might get shaved off if you follow a certain order when getting into that tube?
You are friggin pricks, people.

Aviation is the cause of some of our greatest troubles, sure goods can get transported faster, to exotic locations. Armies, doctors, relief, or refugees can be brought in and out of desaster zones.
Good.
Boarding an airplane for recreational travels – kiss my schlong!
You are poluting the atmosphere, increasing your carbon footprint by a thousandfold, just so you can tweet from the beach – a task you could as easily have done from the public swimming pool in your area. With the same sun shining down on you, the same crying, shouting children and parents. The same stench of cheap frying fat and ketchup.

No, you needed to make the lives of some other place’s people more miserable by acting like royalty in some resort, someplace “exotic”. And you barely leave that resort, to see the ACTUAL culture, landscape, etc.
No. You people just lie at the beach or the resort pool. Sizzling in the sun like ugly bacon.

As a society we have derailed from efficiency to convenience.
Thanks in part to aviation, entire nations economies are based on tourism, therefore relying on the general climate, sudden weather, tourist moods and so on. Instead of basing a country’s entire economy on agrar culture, depending only on the weather.

No snow in winter, too warm even for snow canons, no tourists. No spa in your skiing logde? Bad reviews, hence no tourists.
An oiltanker decides to land on a riff twenty nautic miles “upstream”? Good bye beaches, good bye tourists. Tsunami washing away your coastline? Gooooood bye tourism.
A volcano blowing up ash in the air grounding half a continent’s commercial airplanes? Arividerci tourists! And economy.

Not only commercial aviation, but tourism in general are too unstable to rely on. Too idiotic to base your life upon it.

Get you fraking act together and use the train, if isn’t burning anything to move that is, and maybe look out the window. There is so much to see, to just pass it over in a tube, too far away to tell if it is a wonderful scenery or boring grass land.

Boarding an airplane would be faster if you quit flying.
Sit in a train, see the landscape, have several stops in various stations to see changes in architecture and culture. TRAVEL IS GOOD! Airtravel is bad.

Hope you have a nice trip where every you may go. However you may go there.

A.

Highborn Journal – 3 Phoenix (ep 04)

“Do you ever think we waste our time in this life?” Praethon stood next to the Beastmaster staring into the sunset above the city and forest. “Why would you ask such a thing?” Johly held and caressed a cat while listening to Praethon. “As a race, we’re changing,” he sighed, longing for Elthans pipe, “I already told you, that our life expectancy has lowered, so I figure, now that I have less time left, I should embrace life’s beautiful sides rather than spend my days secluded from the world, submerged in meditation or studying texts from ancient times.” Johly did not look up from her cat to know he was looking at her. She knew his true feelings for her since she met him. Sighing long and from the bottom of her heart, Johly got up. “Pay a visit to my cousin Jelendor, he lives in the old part of the town, tell him why he should tend to my beastiary.” she smiled kindly, layibg her hand on his cheek, feeling his beating and longing heart. “And on the day our journey is over, you and I can finish the conversation you desperately tried to begin here.” her voice was soft and soothing, bringing confidence to Praethon. “Ah! Praethon! I feared you might have abandoned our party.” Elthan joyously rushed towards the novice. To her one side was a peer reaching out into the ocean, to her other, a building with rich decorations which immediately invoked the impression of an important building in anyone who arrived at the harbor from sea, when in truth it was a mere warehouse. After acquainting her novice with all members of the party, including their human companion Frank, she led the group aboard a small Albin vessel. One tall mast rose out of its center, the crew was minimal. Most of them would travel with them over land once they had landed at their destination, a rather small town at the other side of the calm sea, near Both’anah isle.

Their journey would follow a trade route along side the mountains that lay on the edge of the central sweetwater sea.”In years past men wouldn’t dare to leave the safe confines of their homes, to stroll the night, or the deck of a ship, this time of the year. Naga would rise from below the waves to claim their lives, but the city council of Galnerra had forged and executed a plan to attack them.” Frank explained as they marched out of Aquathim. “I wouldn’t rest in confidence of their undoing.” Elthan smirked unnoticed by their human company. “I have it on good authority that they will resurface sooner or later, but with hearts tamed by love.” she dared not to reveal that it was a prophecy that the temple had gotten from Danarien, who in turn had it from her apprentice. “In about a week we should be past these mountains, close to the sweetwater sea.” Frank didn’t understand the fuzz the Albin made about maintaining the status quo of the world. Especially with the Naga. He heard that Albin men had been taken by the Naga as well, they were nothing more than a predatory race that should be wiped from the earth in his eyes. The missing magic however was troublesome. He never had these powers himself, but once a member of the circle church, and he wished for her to return to her normal life. Besides, the magic users were vital to maintaining the human power sphere.”Enjoy the view Praethon! Bask in the beauty and glory of nature, unfolded around you lies the only world we have, even though these forests seem entirely different than the ones we know from home.” Elthan was in a particularly happy mood as their trek reached the highest overpass of their journey. The startingpoint of their wandering after they had landed was obscured by mountains, but the last peak in the road was lying far behind and beneath their position. Struck by homesickness Praethon glanced back. The coniferous forests around them offered little to no comfort, other than Johly nothing could lighten up his mood.

Highborn Journal – 3 Phoenix (ep 03)

“Beastmaster Johly! Beastmaster Johly!” slowly the tall woman turned to the emissary calling for her. A young man ran the long winding path through the garden up to her house. Short on breath he stopped a few meters from her position, stretching forth his hand with a scroll in it. “Praethon, didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t run unless you breathed with your entire body?” the man nodded while his smile only hid a part of his pain. “The older priests and priestesses tell me I have terrible breathing, hence my meditation is never as deep as it should.” with a calming smile Johly opened the scroll and read through the writing, that had been scribbled in a haste. Immediately after finishing her read she let the scroll sink, a wrinkle formed on her forehead while she stared at Praethon. “Terrible news I gather?” the young man had regained some breath studied the Beastmasters expression. “Confirmation of suspicions. Come!” she waved her guest to follow her.

The two wandered into the backyard of Johlys home, a dense forest with several animals in them, in the far back a relatively new shed rose out of the dense green. The shed had large open windows, which were barred.

Praethon peeked inside. Perched on a horizontal pole sat a stately bird, his eyes pierced Praethons flesh, gazing directly at his soul. It’s colorful feathers extended into even more colorful ethereal ends. “A phoenix Praethon, the most ethereal being we know of. Self aware, intelligent and capable of much good.” Johly sighed while they stood in front of the bars. She turned to her younger guest. “He’s the last one, the others flew away and didn’t return.” while speaking she slowly lifted the scroll he had brought to her. “Right about the same time your tragedy started.” she handed him the scroll, thinking he already knew what was happening.

“The waning of our weavery.” Praethon did not need to look at the scroll. Though he was only a novice at the temple, he was a weaver bereft of his powers. Sunken in thought Johly nodded. “It says there that other races’ weavers had suffered the same fate.” with a sigh she opened the shed while explaining that the Phoenix inside had not flown away due to a broken wing, but she knew he would’ve followed his brethren after it healed, hence the cage.

Once inside she slipped her hand into a thick leather glove, also took out a chain and shackles that fitted the bird. “I’m sorry, but we need your assistance, you above all creatures under the heavens can lead us to where we find the weavery we’ve lost.” she gently caressed the Phoenix’ head. It replied with a guttural croak, inching away from Johly, who was clearly crying.

“Beastmaster!” Praethon also had entered the cage, leaning against the door. “I know the high priestess, she wouldn’t approve of using this bird as a navigator, unless the bird would agree to it.” saddened Johly turned to him. “Do you have a better plan?”

Romeo and Juliet

I noticed that, in various degrees, there is a new adaptation of Romeo and Juliet with each generation.

Generation menaing every five to ten years, when a new batch of kids reach that magical age of being a lovestruck teenager that can be milked for cash by Hollywood.

The latest being “Warm Bodies”.

I wonder, how long until we try to tap the Science Fiction segment with this tragic tale of two star-crossed lovers. Here’s my pitch:

Julia (16) works summer job in her fathers lab, he is trying to create Antimatter, through a rift in the Space-Time-Continuum a boy (Romeao, 16) from an Antimatteruniverse is pulled through into the magnetically sealed chamber. The two fall in love, but can never touch – that would create an explosion tearing a hole in the ground that could house half a continent.

Long story short, they DO touch (kiss) and for a fleeting fraction of a millisecond they feel completed and hole. Then the inevitable happens and their bodies annihilate each other (and everything else in large radius around them).

End result: Both dead.

There, mission fulfilled. SciFi Romeo and Juliet.
If you want, you can rverse their roles, but I thought giving Juliet the empowered Science Background would satisfy a lot more.

Hollywood: This idea is mine, if you want it, it’s purchasable.
Contact me. 😉

A.

Highborn Journal – 3 Phoenix (ep 02)

“Beastmaster Johly! Beastmaster Johly!” slowly the tall woman turned to the emissary calling for her. A young man ran the long winding path through the garden up to her house. Short on breath he stopped a few meters from her position, stretching forth his hand with a scroll in it. “Praethon, didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t run unless you breathed with your entire body?” the man nodded while his smile only hid a part of his pain. “The older priests and priestesses tell me I have terrible breathing, hence my meditation is never as deep as it should.” with a calming smile Johly opened the scroll and read through the writing, that had been scribbled in a haste. Immediately after finishing her read she let the scroll sink, a wrinkle formed on her forehead while she stared at Praethon. “Terrible news I gather?” the young man had regained some breath studied the Beastmasters expression. “Confirmation of suspicions. Come!” she waved her guest to follow her.

The two wandered into the backyard of Johlys home, a dense forest with several animals in them, in the far back a relatively new shed rose out of the dense green. The shed had large open windows, which were barred.

Praethon peeked inside. Perched on a horizontal pole sat a stately bird, his eyes pierced Praethons flesh, gazing directly at his soul. It’s colorful feathers extended into even more colorful ethereal ends. “A phoenix Praethon, the most ethereal being we know of. Self aware, intelligent and capable of much good.” Johly sighed while they stood in front of the bars. She turned to her younger guest. “He’s the last one, the others flew away and didn’t return.” while speaking she slowly lifted the scroll he had brought to her. “Right about the same time your tragedy started.” she handed him the scroll, thinking he already knew what was happening.

“The waning of our weavery.” Praethon did not need to look at the scroll. Though he was only a novice at the temple, he was a weaver bereft of his powers. Sunken in thought Johly nodded. “It says there that other races’ weavers had suffered the same fate.” with a sigh she opened the shed while explaining that the Phoenix inside had not flown away due to a broken wing, but she knew he would’ve followed his brethren after it healed, hence the cage.

Once inside she slipped her hand into a thick leather glove, also took out a chain and shackles that fitted the bird. “I’m sorry, but we need your assistance, you above all creatures under the heavens can lead us to where we find the weavery we’ve lost.” she gently caressed the Phoenix’ head. It replied with a guttural croak, inching away from Johly, who was clearly crying.

“Beastmaster!” Praethon also had entered the cage, leaning against the door. “I know the high priestess, she wouldn’t approve of using this bird as a navigator, unless the bird would agree to it.” saddened Johly turned to him. “Do you have a better plan?”

Highborn Journal – 3 Phoenix (ep 01)

“Beastmaster Johly! Beastmaster Johly!” slowly the tall woman turned to the emissary calling for her. A young man ran the long winding path through the garden up to her house. Short on breath he stopped a few meters from her position, stretching forth his hand with a scroll in it. “Praethon, didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t run unless you breathed with your entire body?” the man nodded while his smile only hid a part of his pain. “The older priests and priestesses tell me I have terrible breathing, hence my meditation is never as deep as it should.” with a calming smile Johly opened the scroll and read through the writing, that had been scribbled in a haste. Immediately after finishing her read she let the scroll sink, a wrinkle formed on her forehead while she stared at Praethon. “Terrible news I gather?” the young man had regained some breath studied the Beastmasters expression. “Confirmation of suspicions. Come!” she waved her guest to follow her.

The two wandered into the backyard of Johlys home, a dense forest with several animals in them, in the far back a relatively new shed rose out of the dense green. The shed had large open windows, which were barred.

Praethon peeked inside. Perched on a horizontal pole sat a stately bird, his eyes pierced Praethons flesh, gazing directly at his soul. It’s colorful feathers extended into even more colorful ethereal ends. “A phoenix Praethon, the most ethereal being we know of. Self aware, intelligent and capable of much good.” Johly sighed while they stood in front of the bars. She turned to her younger guest. “He’s the last one, the others flew away and didn’t return.” while speaking she slowly lifted the scroll he had brought to her. “Right about the same time your tragedy started.” she handed him the scroll, thinking he already knew what was happening.

“The waning of our weavery.” Praethon did not need to look at the scroll. Though he was only a novice at the temple, he was a weaver bereft of his powers. Sunken in thought Johly nodded. “It says there that other races’ weavers had suffered the same fate.” with a sigh she opened the shed while explaining that the Phoenix inside had not flown away due to a broken wing, but she knew he would’ve followed his brethren after it healed, hence the cage.

Once inside she slipped her hand into a thick leather glove, also took out a chain and shackles that fitted the bird. “I’m sorry, but we need your assistance, you above all creatures under the heavens can lead us to where we find the weavery we’ve lost.” she gently caressed the Phoenix’ head. It replied with a guttural croak, inching away from Johly, who was clearly crying.

“Beastmaster!” Praethon also had entered the cage, leaning against the door. “I know the high priestess, she wouldn’t approve of using this bird as a navigator, unless the bird would agree to it.” saddened Johly turned to him. “Do you have a better plan?”