The Personal And Dramatic Account of
TERK OF FABHRACH
A Paladin Who Got His Head Stuck In A Barrel
Our story begins with a bang – the bang of a fully-armored Paladin plunging off a roof and onto the cobblestone of some unsuspecting street. He flattened a stack of barrels in passing, causing a din that could not only wake the dead, but also frighten them right back into their graves.
A goblin of sorts peered over the lip of the roof, sneering down at the Paladin. He clapped his warty hands together.
“Terkey-lurkey is hurty-hurty!” the goblin cried. “Serves ya right,
MK 10th Anniversary
Mini-Series - Of All Time
Universe and I - 1 - New Beginnings (part one)
Thursday, January 01, 2015. 8:12 A.M.
(The link to part two is in the description.)
‘I’ is the ninth letter in the English alphabet, and I consider it to be the most important. It is one of the few vowels we have, plus one of only two letters that can stand on its own in a given sentence. The other is ‘a’, but ‘a’ doesn’t demand to be capitalized so often as ‘I’.
‘I’ was the first word in my beloved Magical Kingdom series. Meanwhile, in the Heroicits series, it was the first word in Sandra’s famed statement: “I wish
Rayon landed, transformed into an orange tomcat. He tumbled into the leaf-litter, meowing loudly.
The witch plodded over. She stooped, seizing him by the scruff of the neck, and plucked him into the air. He hissed and swatted at her.
Nessah burst through the trees, sword out. The witch whirled.
“Careful!” she spat. “I have your friend!” she hefted Rayon into the air, for Nessah to see. “In fact, I may just keep him!”
“Er…” Nessah lowered his sword. “This has gone entirely off the rails.”
“Stay back!” the witch
It was past midnight. Rayon Hunter tossed and turned in bed.
He threw back the covers, rising to a sitting position, one leg over the edge of the bed. He swept a glower around the dark bedroom, clenching a fistful of blanket.
The room was circular. The door was to the left of the bed. Across from it was a walk-in closet and master bath. The roof above was glass, revealing an inky night sky. Shadowy tree branches extended across it, spilling eerie shadows across the floor.
Rayon’s wife, Sara, was sleeping beside him. He glanced down at her.
“I’ll be back,”
Terk of Fabhrach dragged himself out of a cave.
His armor was burnt black. His face was covered in soot. A string of his hair was still on fire – just a little bit. His red cape had a horrible, jagged tear in it, and hung off his back in two pieces.
He found a peaceful, green hill, and collapsed onto it. He laid here for a minute, taking steady breaths.
Noel, a desert fox, appeared on the hill. She walked up to him and sat by his head, regarding him with an expectant look. Terk glanced up, meeting her gaze.
“Sooooo…” she said.
Late November 2019
The Wildsom home was bursting with activity. A mess of carriages were hitched outside, accumulating the first snow of the season. The windows exuded light and voices.
Within, the walls were decorated with balloons and streamers. A hand-painted banner hung in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. It read, in bold, colorful letters:
HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, SHAK
The company was scattered between the living room and kitchen. There was the usual Wildsom family; Nessah, his wife Snow, and their six children; but there were also three other men, each looking like a taller