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This is just something I need to exorcise because it keeps taking up space. One of the first fantasy settings I was introduced to was, like many children, The Chronicles of Narnia. First, I saw a couple of the movies from the BBC on PBS, then I read the books and saw those movies again in earnest. Imagine my disappointment when the much more heavily produced movies that came out in 2005-2010 were unusually similar, just with more added special effects. Anyway, I'm sure this is odd for a lot of folks, as I'm a professed atheist, but I rather enjoy the books. I still enjoy the story. It's probably one of the first "Fantasy Kitchen Sink" settings ever put to paper (in fact, apparently Tolkien was very unsettled by the idea; but then he would be, he was a bit of a literature purist, creating the Lord of the Rings was mostly because of his philosophy that we should always be making something new, not just retreading what came before... Huh...). Anyway, as much as I like the

A musket on Zenoth wasn’t the same as a musket on Earth. It was much like the shotguns of old, a breach-loaded weapon with a long, rifle length barrel. However, there were few who would load a musket with plain old shot, there were still shotguns after all. Instead, muskets tended to be armed with shells crafted from charged Zenoth-X, the mineral that made life on the planet wondrous and bizarre. With a weapon like this, a soldier could unleash lightning, explosions of fire or even freeze enemies solid. Peytr and Mizuki could see the faint red glow emanating from the depths of the weapon’s barrel, telling them it was at least an incendiary round. Even if the big man could take the hit with his armor, the resulting inferno on the deck would cause them no end of grief. “Turn this boat around and take me back to my men,” the raider ambassador repeated, drumming his fingers on the gold filigreed wooden forestock, both for emphasis and to get a better grip on the weapon, “Do it right

She could hear them charging down the hall. They were coming for her and her sister. Where was her sister? Father was dead, mother was missing, everything was on fire and it felt like the whole palace was sinking into the earth. She made for the window, breaking it open with her father’s sword. It was her sword, now. She was the heir to the throne, even if the generals refused to accept it. She would survive this night, she would claim her place and restore the glory of the empire. She stepped out onto the ledge and sidestepped her way to the next window. She could hear fighting and screaming now, but nothing made sense. How were there so many traitors? How many were still loyal? Who could she trust? The wall erupted next to her and she was sent hurtling into the night sky, the ground rushing up to meet her. She pulled her arms up to brace for the impact that would end her life. Mizuki Yatori opened her eyes to the crisp morning light. She was wrapped tightly in her