You can find Chapter 2: On the Shore of the Great River here.
Chapter 3: Titles, Trappings, and Talk
When I woke the next morning, the two of them were still talking. I know Herkrist slept very little, but I had no idea how much sleep an orc might need. Or a half-orc. It was kind of a stupid thought, but Tak was so different than any other orc I had metâ€”or heard ofâ€”that I had trouble thinking of him as an orc. Now I realize orcs come in all kinds of shapes and sizes, just like humans, but back then, all the orcs I had known were mostly mercenaries or criminals along with very few merchants. Tak didnâ€™t look or talk like any of them.
I started scrounging through the camp, and Tak didnâ€™t say anything. I guess once he was onboard, we were a team. You share your stuff with your team. Thatâ€™s how it works. It wasnâ€™t a very large camp, so scrounging meant going through four packs in front of the tent under a canvas awning. I found some dried meat and fruits, and the precious dried beans Iâ€™d been looking for.
â€œYou got anything to crush these with?â€ I didnâ€™t care that I interrupted their conversation. They probably needed a break.Read More »Light From A Dark Lord 03: Titles, Trappings, and Talk
You can find Chapter 1: Right Place, Wrong Place here.
Chapter 2: On the Shore of the Great River
When Tak had said to meet him at a camp, I had expected something more than a single tent with a guttering fire in front of it. I guess a camp is a camp. And I guess we should be a bit careful with assumptions.
Or maybe itâ€™s just me.
The province we were in, Lunaventum, seemed a nice place, even in the dead of night. What with all the trees and fields and such. There were farms. I mean, not along the river, but in the area. I had seen a few since arriving in the province, but I think more than a few were abandoned. A lot of the space was empty. That didnâ€™t make a lot of sense because since this land was pretty much free for anyone from the Great Kingdom. It had been a hundred years since the Downfall, but I think people were still afraid of the Terror Lands. I mean, they still called them the Terror Lands.
The royal steward resided in Lunaventum, further south than Takâ€™s camp or Bailthair by about a day. He had a thousand cavalry and triple that in infantry. That should have made anyone feel safe. But with the war over for a century, and the province â€˜pacified,â€™ people just didnâ€™t come.Read More »Light From a Dark Lord 02: : On the Shore of the Great River
Iâ€™m once again here posting my longform fiction. This time, itâ€™s not from a completed work, but from my primary work-in-progress. I find it useful to have different WIPs with different voices as a kind of palate cleanser, and also because I generally have too many ideas banging around in my head.
This will not be presented as an e-book or in print any time soon. Iâ€™ve got to finish it first.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: Right Place, Wrong Place
Iâ€™ve been told it was my mother who named me Magastoris Algorist. Everyone just calls me Max. Though I found myself in a province on the outskirts of the Great Kingdom, thatâ€™s not where I was from. Not that it mattered. I wasnâ€™t really from anywhere. There had been places I had lived, places I knew well, and places I might have even liked. I wouldnâ€™t have called any of them home. I just didnâ€™t have one.Read More »Light From A Dark Lord 01: Right Place, Wrong Place