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I've finally got a complete, continuous draft of the first several opening chapters of "The Elemental Magician" written. It's very much a rough draft, though, so I've spent some quality time editing the last few days. If you've got a moment, I've posted the opening chapter below and would dearly appreciate some feedback. Mostly, I'd like to know if this opening would be enough for you to keep reading, or if it doesn't interest you.
(A side note: bits marked with 'tk' and/or in <> are pieces to be filled in later, generally a name I need to fill in).
The Elemental Magician
c1
“Hey, Elemental! The chief wants you!”
Eli sighed at summons. So much for getting this translation done, he thought as he deftly rolled up the scroll. I hope it isn’t anything too bad. I haven’t felt even a whisper of magic from the Asp, and he’s the one off with the rest of the company fighting down by that bridge.
“What is it, Jamshid?” Eli asked the other young man. Both were clad in the leather and bronze armor that all the warriors in the mercenary camp wore, but where Eli had rounded eyes and jaw under a mop of dark curls, Jamshid’s face was all angles framed by glossy black hair in loose braids.
“He didn’t say, only that you should whip it over to him. But,” Jamshid added with cheery grin that Eli had long since learned to associate with I’m not going to like this, “I did see a messenger came galloping down from the city right before the chief started yelling at me to find you.”
“Shit,” Eli muttered, “I’m moving.” He ducked inside a felt-walled tent, tucking the scroll into a large cedar chest and grabbing his bronze sword in its scabbard.
“Chief’s at his tent,” Jamshid said, waiting to hike back that way with the magician.
“So much for you getting a turn on a nice, quiet guard shift, huh?” Eli said sympathetically.
“Hah, yeah.” He shrugged and flashed a broad grin. “My hand of warriors ends up working with you or the Asp often enough, I figure odds are good I’m going to get dragged into this too. Camp guarding is boring anyway!”
Eli grinned back at him and then shook his head at his friend. They had both fought in the Skathoi troop of mercenaries for five years now, but Jamshid was one of the nomadic tribesmen that formed the majority of the company, not a foreigner like Eli.
“What is it about being ‘born on a horse with a bow in hand’ that makes you so hungry for the guts and glory shit?” he asked Jamshid dryly.
The Skathoi laughed. “You keep asking that, when the answer is obvious. We are swifter, stronger, and more noble than any civilization! Your glorious self excepted, of course,” he added, earning rolled eyes from Eli. “The guts and glory is how we demonstrate this to ignorant mud tillers. Isn’t that so, Chief?”
Chief Hurar grunted in response as the two young men approached. “Jamshid, go get your hand and Sarosh’s mounted up, and bring the Elemental’s mule.” Jamshid saluted with thumb-over-breastbone and trotted off, still grinning. “Elemental, this is tk<Rhudelinsimessengertobenamedlater>.”
Eli nodded to the messenger. Standing in the midst of several mercenaries clustered around the chief, the Rhudelinsi looked exotic in his long tunic belted over fringed leather breeches. The Skathoi uniformly wore loose shirts and high-waisted sashes in eye-watering colors with their woolen trousers. Even their foreign warriors like Eli wore the same; the chief only stood out due to more gold among his ornaments and the grey streaks in his braids.
“Where am I going, Chief?” Eli asked. Looking past the mountain city clothes, he studied the deep lines of worry cut in the Rhudelinsi’s ruddy face.
The chief frowned. “You gonna have any problems scouting today? Far range, looking for a raiding party.”
Eli shook his head. “Not a problem, sir, I’m well-rested for the end of a campaign season. A raiding party, no other details?”
At the chief’s glance, the Rhudelinsi messenger spoke up. “The Brynnmarsh envoy - their princess - left with her escort to return home this morning. Less than a water-mark ago, one of her guards returned, injured and having ridden his horse to lameness.”
Eli grimaced.
“A Valgish warband ambushed them on the road, the guard was clear on that,” the Rhudelinsi man continued, nodding at Eli’s reaction. “He said he was in the rearguard, and they tried to get the princess off the wagon to bolt back here once they realized they’d been trapped. Didn’t work, unfortunately, but he decided getting help soonest was better than riding back into an ambush.”
“Good thing he did,” Eli muttered. “Any idea how many Valgish there were? Mounted or on foot?”
“Mounted, according to the guard. He wasn’t sure on numbers but it was enough to overwhelm their escort of thirty. Best guess would be one of their cavalry companies.”
“So anywhere from forty to sixty,” Eli said thoughtfully. After breaking the Valgish siege on Rhudelin this summer and skirmishing with their army into the early mountain autumn, he was as familiar as the rest of the mercenary company with the enemy’s typical units. “Even with all the iron around here, I can find a group that big.”
“What about intercepting them?” the chief added, studying Eli with narrowed eyes.
“By myself? I...” He stopped, staring at Hurar. Only four hands here on watch for the whole camp and the wounded here... “I can't leave and take half the camp guard!”
The grey-stubbled chieftain smiled grimly. "The Valgish had more than one arrow in their quiver today, yes,” he acknowledged. “They’ve got most of our men and the Asp tied up with their assault on the trade road bridge, and kidnapped the princess at the same time. It might be that they plan to raid our camp, too, but that's risk I'm willing to take. Besides,” he added with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You and the Asp have left standing wards, and I'll borrow some Rhudelinsi grunts if I need 'em to fill out the hands of walking wounded."
"Sir, I'd be happy to take that request straight to Prince Urien," the messenger said quickly, hope warring with the anxiety still pinching his expression. The chief acknowledged the offer with a nod, but his attention remained on Eli.
“Yessir. Still, me and two hands alone...” Eli drew a slow breath, eyeing the messenger's worried expression again. “Do you want me to ask the elemental spirits if they’ll help?”
The chief nodded, his mouth pursing in a thin line. “I’d offer to pay them if I thought it would help.” He held up a hand before Eli could say anything. “I know, lad. They’ve traveled with us for three years now, I know that isn’t how they work, but you understand what I’m saying. Ask them.”
“Yessir.” Eli saluted the chief as he stepped back from the cluster of men. Ignoring the coming and going of more warriors, and the intent curiosity of the Rhudelinsi messenger, he knelt by the coals left from the chief’s cooking fire. He rested his hands on the still warm, soot-stained dirt and closed his eyes. Focusing on the extra sense every magician had to feel the power flows around them, he turned that kenning ability inward toward the heat of his own blood and the solidity of his bones.
Enora, Stones-for-Bones, he thought as he sank his awareness into his twin affinities for fire and earth, If you are willing and able, I and the Skathoi ask for your help.
He knelt silently, breathing slow and deep as he kenned within himself until he felt two different flows of magic brush against his. Opening his eyes, he stood and brushed off his hands.
“They’re coming.”
The chief nodded calmly, but the Rhudelinsi messenger’s eyes went wide as the cook fire coals spat a cherry red spark of flame that grew into a tiny, twilight-orange humanoid with solid black eyes. Vaguely feminine despite the lack of anything resembling hair and wearing a simple black shift that covered only minimal curves, the foot-high spirit of elemental fire alighted on Eli’s shoulder.
Beside Eli, the soil rippled and hissed as a masculine form rose up next to the young man. The stocky earth elemental spirit also had solid black eyes but stood taller than everyone else gathered by the chief, looking as if a granite boulder had come to life and donned black trousers.
“Thank you for coming, my friends,” Eli said with a warm smile that faded into sobriety as he explained the situation to them. They listened without comment, glancing occasionally at the chief and the bewildered messenger. He paused when he finished, and then waited silently for the magic creatures’ answers.
(A side note: bits marked with 'tk' and/or in <> are pieces to be filled in later, generally a name I need to fill in).
c1
“Hey, Elemental! The chief wants you!”
Eli sighed at summons. So much for getting this translation done, he thought as he deftly rolled up the scroll. I hope it isn’t anything too bad. I haven’t felt even a whisper of magic from the Asp, and he’s the one off with the rest of the company fighting down by that bridge.
“What is it, Jamshid?” Eli asked the other young man. Both were clad in the leather and bronze armor that all the warriors in the mercenary camp wore, but where Eli had rounded eyes and jaw under a mop of dark curls, Jamshid’s face was all angles framed by glossy black hair in loose braids.
“He didn’t say, only that you should whip it over to him. But,” Jamshid added with cheery grin that Eli had long since learned to associate with I’m not going to like this, “I did see a messenger came galloping down from the city right before the chief started yelling at me to find you.”
“Shit,” Eli muttered, “I’m moving.” He ducked inside a felt-walled tent, tucking the scroll into a large cedar chest and grabbing his bronze sword in its scabbard.
“Chief’s at his tent,” Jamshid said, waiting to hike back that way with the magician.
“So much for you getting a turn on a nice, quiet guard shift, huh?” Eli said sympathetically.
“Hah, yeah.” He shrugged and flashed a broad grin. “My hand of warriors ends up working with you or the Asp often enough, I figure odds are good I’m going to get dragged into this too. Camp guarding is boring anyway!”
Eli grinned back at him and then shook his head at his friend. They had both fought in the Skathoi troop of mercenaries for five years now, but Jamshid was one of the nomadic tribesmen that formed the majority of the company, not a foreigner like Eli.
“What is it about being ‘born on a horse with a bow in hand’ that makes you so hungry for the guts and glory shit?” he asked Jamshid dryly.
The Skathoi laughed. “You keep asking that, when the answer is obvious. We are swifter, stronger, and more noble than any civilization! Your glorious self excepted, of course,” he added, earning rolled eyes from Eli. “The guts and glory is how we demonstrate this to ignorant mud tillers. Isn’t that so, Chief?”
Chief Hurar grunted in response as the two young men approached. “Jamshid, go get your hand and Sarosh’s mounted up, and bring the Elemental’s mule.” Jamshid saluted with thumb-over-breastbone and trotted off, still grinning. “Elemental, this is tk<Rhudelinsimessengertobenamedlater>.”
Eli nodded to the messenger. Standing in the midst of several mercenaries clustered around the chief, the Rhudelinsi looked exotic in his long tunic belted over fringed leather breeches. The Skathoi uniformly wore loose shirts and high-waisted sashes in eye-watering colors with their woolen trousers. Even their foreign warriors like Eli wore the same; the chief only stood out due to more gold among his ornaments and the grey streaks in his braids.
“Where am I going, Chief?” Eli asked. Looking past the mountain city clothes, he studied the deep lines of worry cut in the Rhudelinsi’s ruddy face.
The chief frowned. “You gonna have any problems scouting today? Far range, looking for a raiding party.”
Eli shook his head. “Not a problem, sir, I’m well-rested for the end of a campaign season. A raiding party, no other details?”
At the chief’s glance, the Rhudelinsi messenger spoke up. “The Brynnmarsh envoy - their princess - left with her escort to return home this morning. Less than a water-mark ago, one of her guards returned, injured and having ridden his horse to lameness.”
Eli grimaced.
“A Valgish warband ambushed them on the road, the guard was clear on that,” the Rhudelinsi man continued, nodding at Eli’s reaction. “He said he was in the rearguard, and they tried to get the princess off the wagon to bolt back here once they realized they’d been trapped. Didn’t work, unfortunately, but he decided getting help soonest was better than riding back into an ambush.”
“Good thing he did,” Eli muttered. “Any idea how many Valgish there were? Mounted or on foot?”
“Mounted, according to the guard. He wasn’t sure on numbers but it was enough to overwhelm their escort of thirty. Best guess would be one of their cavalry companies.”
“So anywhere from forty to sixty,” Eli said thoughtfully. After breaking the Valgish siege on Rhudelin this summer and skirmishing with their army into the early mountain autumn, he was as familiar as the rest of the mercenary company with the enemy’s typical units. “Even with all the iron around here, I can find a group that big.”
“What about intercepting them?” the chief added, studying Eli with narrowed eyes.
“By myself? I...” He stopped, staring at Hurar. Only four hands here on watch for the whole camp and the wounded here... “I can't leave and take half the camp guard!”
The grey-stubbled chieftain smiled grimly. "The Valgish had more than one arrow in their quiver today, yes,” he acknowledged. “They’ve got most of our men and the Asp tied up with their assault on the trade road bridge, and kidnapped the princess at the same time. It might be that they plan to raid our camp, too, but that's risk I'm willing to take. Besides,” he added with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You and the Asp have left standing wards, and I'll borrow some Rhudelinsi grunts if I need 'em to fill out the hands of walking wounded."
"Sir, I'd be happy to take that request straight to Prince Urien," the messenger said quickly, hope warring with the anxiety still pinching his expression. The chief acknowledged the offer with a nod, but his attention remained on Eli.
“Yessir. Still, me and two hands alone...” Eli drew a slow breath, eyeing the messenger's worried expression again. “Do you want me to ask the elemental spirits if they’ll help?”
The chief nodded, his mouth pursing in a thin line. “I’d offer to pay them if I thought it would help.” He held up a hand before Eli could say anything. “I know, lad. They’ve traveled with us for three years now, I know that isn’t how they work, but you understand what I’m saying. Ask them.”
“Yessir.” Eli saluted the chief as he stepped back from the cluster of men. Ignoring the coming and going of more warriors, and the intent curiosity of the Rhudelinsi messenger, he knelt by the coals left from the chief’s cooking fire. He rested his hands on the still warm, soot-stained dirt and closed his eyes. Focusing on the extra sense every magician had to feel the power flows around them, he turned that kenning ability inward toward the heat of his own blood and the solidity of his bones.
Enora, Stones-for-Bones, he thought as he sank his awareness into his twin affinities for fire and earth, If you are willing and able, I and the Skathoi ask for your help.
He knelt silently, breathing slow and deep as he kenned within himself until he felt two different flows of magic brush against his. Opening his eyes, he stood and brushed off his hands.
“They’re coming.”
The chief nodded calmly, but the Rhudelinsi messenger’s eyes went wide as the cook fire coals spat a cherry red spark of flame that grew into a tiny, twilight-orange humanoid with solid black eyes. Vaguely feminine despite the lack of anything resembling hair and wearing a simple black shift that covered only minimal curves, the foot-high spirit of elemental fire alighted on Eli’s shoulder.
Beside Eli, the soil rippled and hissed as a masculine form rose up next to the young man. The stocky earth elemental spirit also had solid black eyes but stood taller than everyone else gathered by the chief, looking as if a granite boulder had come to life and donned black trousers.
“Thank you for coming, my friends,” Eli said with a warm smile that faded into sobriety as he explained the situation to them. They listened without comment, glancing occasionally at the chief and the bewildered messenger. He paused when he finished, and then waited silently for the magic creatures’ answers.
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