Friday, April 27, 2012

Liebster Blog Awards


Ron Leighton – his blog is over here at Tales of the Shining Lands – nominated me for a Liebster Blog Award!



The Liebster Blog Award works as follows: 
If you are nominated and wish to accept this award and pay it forward (and back), do this:
1. Thank the person who nominated you on your blog and link back to them.
2. Nominate up to 5 others for the award.
3. Let them know by commenting on your blog.
4. Post the award on your blog.

I’ve decided to limit my choices to speculative fiction blogs, so here goes...

My five chosen nominees are:
Rebecca P. Minor’s blog “The Call of the Creator”
The Cheesecake Thickens - An entertaining blog by various writers.
P.A. Baines’ blog
Molly Evangeline’s blog
And H.A. Titus’ blog “Magical Ink”.





Finish List Update
This weekend (starting today) is a long weekend, which will hopefully give me a chance to finish the draft of the chapter of my dissertation as well as a proper draft for the academic article I’m busy with. I’ve made some good progress these last few weeks, but I really need a good chunk of time I can use without worrying about getting to bed early enough so that I’m not a zombie at work. At least with five consecutive days I’ll get a lot more done than in a usual weekend while still getting in a bit of a break! I’m also busy with a last edit for two fiction pieces I want to submit for publication and fleshing out the outlines of a third and fourth short story.

*Stock photo courtesy of http://www.sxc.hu/

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Worldbuilding Wednesday – The Rise of the Fáll


In the previous two worldbuilding posts about the Midland Wars, I’ve covered the outbreak of the wars in part 1 and the forming of the Sanctuaries of the Keepers in part 2. This week’s post is a bit longer and covers the rise of those known as the Fáll in the Midlands, as well as the succession of Guldargan kings during these wars.

The Midland Wars – Part 3: The Rise of the Fáll

At the end of the bloody decades of the Midland Wars, the great kingdom of Guldargan had shrunk drastically, while Treddian, Aefterra and Tarathlon grew in size. Where Ealdfesten grew the most in the first forty years, much of the land had again been conquered by Treddian by the end of the Midland Wars.

The Death of Gile
Much land along the new borders of Guldargan was disputed territories and it is here that the Fáll of the Midlands came to be. These Fáll, as they called themselves, joined the bands of outlaws which had long roamed the plains. The Fáll were a dangerous rebel faction from the start and followers of Gile long after his body was buried beneath one of the battlefields of golden plain. For it was that Gile, son of Marcus, died seventeen years after taking the throne of Guldargan during a battle against Ealdfesten at the Great River. A legend of the Fáll held that his once loyal guard, Ryger, who had turned against him and went into hiding, had returned during that battle and had first drugged the king and then slew him during the night.

The eye-witness accounts of that battle, however, told that Gile had taken to the battle field for the first time on the sixth day. Knowing that he was fighting a losing battle, but having no where to turn and waiting for reinforcements, he realised that he had no other choice but to fight if he did not want his men to flee or to give up their arms.

Gile was escorted onto the battlefield by his personal guard and his men took heart, but before the sun reached its zenith in the sky and his son, prince Galdra reached the battlefield with reinforcements, the king fell.

Prince Galdra is crowned and the Fáll is created
At midday the prince reached the battlefield and the men of Ealdfesten was driven back for the time being. But a great blow had been dealt to the kingdom of Guldargan. In front of the soldiers of Guldargan and his personal guard, prince Galdra was crowned king by the Werlea-magician who had served the late king since the Midland Wars started. This was the first time since the Great Sundering that a servant of the Shadow crowned a king on the continent.

Galdra’s first order as king was to have the surviving members of Gile’s personal guard executed because they had failed to keep his father safe. He was a cruel man and ruler and much of Guldargan’s land was lost during his reign.

But it was also during Galdra’s reign that the Fáll rose to prominence in the Midlands. They were first a rebellious part of the soldiers of Guldargan, who called themselves the Sons of Gile. They also followed the Werlea and, while Gile had a black dragon tattooed on his face like the lords of the Werlea, they had the dragon tattooed upon their right arms. Because of this, they were called Fáll – the Fallen – by the others of the Midlands, both of Guldargan and the surrounding kingdoms who saw the folly in their ways. Even more of Guldargan’s lands fell into the hands of the surrounding kingdoms during this time.

Maeldra is crowned king of Guldargan
King Galdra had three sons, two of whom died before king Galdra was buried. His third son, Maeldra, was crowned after Galdra was killed in an ambush organised by Maeldra, his most trusted men and some of the Fáll who believed that Galdra had strayed from his path as true leader of the Midlands.

During Maeldra’s reign darkness enveloped the lands of Guldargan. Now only a crippled kingdom ruled by a cruel man, a new leader arose in the lands north of the Great River. Called Ikaira, in remembrance of the first of the Tellerassar – who stood against King Markus the Elder – this man from the kin of Aldrich rallied the people who did not wish to follow the Werlea to him. Soon he became very strong and it was said that he held so much Talent that none of the Werlea spells had any effect on him.

Maeldra sired a son by one of the Vídolf who had joined the Fáll as seeress and sourceress. He was named Markus, after the old king of Guldargan. Soon the time would come when Maeldra and Ikaira would meet on the battlefield and Maeldra knew what a king bearing the glorious name of Markus would mean to the people of Guldargan.

The Battle of the Shadow Plain
And so it was that, in the fifty-fifth year of the Midland Wars, King Maeldra of Guldargan met the forces of Ikaira on Argavér, the Shadow Plain. The battle was terrible, but Ikaira was victorious and took up the crown of Guldargan. Maeldra was killed during that battle and the Fáll retreated into the Great Wood. A semblance of peace fell upon Guldargan for a short time and the skirmishes with the surrounding kingdoms petered out and many diplomatic missions were sent to the surrounding kingdoms. By Ikaira’s request, the Keepers of Théotriewe and Holt Haliern helped to bring peace to the north of the Midlands and secure what little was left of Guldargan.

But this was not the end of the Fáll, for they crowned Maeldra’s young son Markus their king and believed him the one true king of Guldargan as he was a direct descendant of King Gile. They built a great fortress on the blood drenched plain of Argavér and secured much of the land around it for themselves through their dark magic. Soon all the land under the Fáll’s control was called Argavér or the Shadow Lands.

Maps showing the kingdoms during the Midland Wars

Monday, April 23, 2012

Maandag inspirasie: Wêreld-boek- en Kopieregdag

Aangesien dit vandag Wêreld-boek- en Kopieregdag (en ook die aandenking van Shakespeare se dood) is, het ek op die kortfilm The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore – wat ‘n Oscar-toekenning ontvang het – vir ’n bietjie inspirasie so op die Maandag. En as jy dit klaar gesien het, kyk dit sommer nog ’n keer net omdat dit so mooi is!



En net vir die pret...


Monday Inspiration: World Book and Copyright Day

In honour of today being World Book and Copyright Day (and the anniversary of Shakespeare’s death) I’ve decided on The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore, an Oscar-winning short film, for some inspiration for the week. If you haven’t yet watched it, today is the day to do so! (Otherwise today is the day to watch it again.)


And just for fun...


Friday, April 20, 2012

Friday Fiction: Mapping History & a Sneak Peek


I’ve almost finished three small maps showing the changing face of the Midlands during the Midland Wars. Planning on adding the final touches this weekend (like adding colour) and scanning them in properly to post next week. The maps show the changing borders of Guldargan and the surrounding kingdoms mentioned in the posts covering the First Strike and Sanctuaries.
The Maps can be seen here.

Other writing news
I mentioned on Twitter during the week that I’m on the fourth draft of a WIP. I really love this piece, but am not really getting it just the way I want. I’ve changed the beginning a few different times and then realised the chronology I was trying to use is not working for such a short piece (about 2000 words). I’m really hoping that I’ll get a chance to work on it this weekend and finish the fourth draft. Here’s a sneak peak of the WIP at the moment:

I awoke at a sound outside the car window. A child wailing? It took a moment for my mind to clear. The dreams of death, makeshift pyres and graves faded slightly. Maybe it was just the wind. I kept my head down on the sweaty seat, pressing my body closer to the seat. I didn’t really want to find out. But the sound continued. Inside the car it was still dark. I rolled down the window ever so slightly, keeping my head down. Cold wind struck me. The wind, then. Not a child. Not this time.

And today there's also more maps over at Kammastories.



(Stock photo courtesy of http://www.sxc.hu)

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Worldbuilding Wednesday - The Midland Wars


(To read part one of the Midland Wars, click here.)

Part 2 - Sanctuaries

When great swathes of the Southern Fields burned in war, the survivors went to the Keepers of Eamidthéo, the great Keepers’ House which stood beyond the river which was then called the Agréarg*, but in later ages would be called the Ameragh River, in honour of the Lady Ameragh** after whom this House was also later named.

The people chose two leaders to go ahead and speak to the Keepers, one from Guldargan and one from Treddian. They crossed the wooden bridge and asked to speak to the Wíslic. As they told their story to the Wíslic and the Elders of the House, the Keepers took pity on them and decided that a sanctuary would be made for the people. But, knowing that there were a very many people in the Midlands who were suffering, the Keepers decided that the refugees would be given land free of charge if they would agree to share their surplus food with the others of the Midlands, regardless of the kingdom they belonged too. The two leaders returned to their people and told them what the Keepers had said.
Many had been disillusioned by the cost of ongoing wars of greed they cared little for and said that they would share what surplus they had with others in need if it would mean that they could live in peace. But others were unhappy and said that they would just become the Keepers’ slaves. These people moved further east, towards the mountains, where they settled close to the border of Morgeneard.

Those who wished to stay moved across the river to the lands east of the House of the Keepers. Here they formed a new people and built new homes. Through their hard work the land produced a bounty of food and they were able to keep many in the Midlands from hunger and starvation during these dark years. They were the first who were known as the People of the Keepers to those of the Midlands and beyond and some of the greatest healers and scholars have come from among them.



During this time the Keepers of the Midlands guarded their lands and those parts now known as the Sanctuaries closely. While the Eastern Keepers – on the eastern coast of the Continent – had long since had their own guards and soldiers and all the Eastern Keepers were taught some form of self-defence or the use of a weapon, the Houses of the Midlands only served as repositories of knowledge and though many diplomatic talks between kingdoms or parties were undertaken, they had not needed to resort to violence. In the future, however, and most notably during the battles with the Fáll, they became an integral part in the keeping of peace in the Midlands.  

Sanctuaries were formed around the Houses of the Keepers of Eamidthéo in the south as well as Théotriewe in the north. The Keepers’ House of Holt Haliern, however, had been hidden in the Great Wood for many centuries and there was no land around it which could be made a Sanctuary quite like that of the other houses and only took in a few people which they would then lead to one of the other Sanctuaries. Holt Haliern, however, already had one of the greatest of libraries in the Continent and scholars of all the kingdoms embroiled in war sent their most prized texts and copies of their texts to the House for safekeeping.

Photo courtesy of nkzs at http://www.sxc.hu


*Agréarg (a-gree-argh) was an ancient name, literally meaning “River of the Grey Mountains”, the Grey Mountains being the name of the southern part of the great mountain range which formed the border of the Midlands in the east – from the border of Morgeneard southward. 
**Ameragh was the Wíslic of Eamidthéo, who calmed the dragon Skáhag. Read more about her here and here. She is remembered in the sad song “The Maiden of the Stars”.

Maps, maps and more maps!
I'm putting some finishing touches on a few small maps to illustrate this part of the history - holding thumbs that I'll have them finished by Friday... otherwise I'll have them ready for next week's Worldbuilding Wednesday. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

’n Vraag oor fantasie en inspirasie vir die week


Voordat ek begin om allerhande stories te plaas, het ek dit goed gedink om met hiérdie inskrywing oor fantasie fiksie weg te spring.

’n Ruk gelede het ek ‘n vraag aan my mede Anomaliane gestel op Where the Map Ends. Dit lees as volg:

Hallo almal,
Ek wonder al ’n ruk hieroor en ek weet nooit regtig wat is die beste antwoord wat ek vir mense (Christen of nie) kan gee wanneer hulle vir my vrae het nie.
Sien, daar is nogal baie mense wat blykbaar glo dat, wanneer jy van fantasie (of wetenskapsfiksie) hou jy nie ’n Christen kan wees nie. Nou, ek weet óns almal weet dat dit net nie waar is nie, maar wat is die beste manier om dit aan mense te verduidelik?
Ek het ’n paar vriende wat slegs feëverhale of selfs net heksery en die bose sien en dink dat, omdat ek van fantasie hou, ek myself met daardie soort goed besig hou. 
Ek het al aan hulle gesê om van my goed te lees indien hulle bekommerd is – indien bose en heksery genoem word is dit die “slegte ouens” wat dit gebruik, nié die held nie. Baie van die stories in my wêrelde (soos Airthai) ontwikkel ook langs die lyne van goed en sleg en hoe om “slegte” mag te weerstaan. Vir my maak dit sin dat die held/-in teen groot struikelblokke te staan moet kom, want anders is dit nie die moeite werd nie.
Ek hoop dit maak sin! 
Marsh

Ek is seker ek is nie die enigste een wat al hiermee gesukkel het nie. Die Afrikaanse literatuur het ook nie veel fantasie of wetenskapsfiksie nie en alhoewel ander mitologieë (meestal Klassiek) soms in die letterkunde gebruik word, is daar geen hoë of epiese fantasie waarvan ek weet nie. Toe ek my Meestersgraad oor die invloed van Noorse mites op die Afrikaanse literatuur begin het, het ek gou gevind dat ek dit moet uitbrei om Nederlandse letterkunde ook in te sluit sodat ek genoeg tekste het om te studeer! En selfs net met hierdie studie het mense my al gevra of ek in daardie gode glo en wanneer ek weggedraai het van God af!

Dus, wanneer jy ’n Christelike fantasieskrywer is… en jy mites gebruik om ‘n punt te bewys of jou eie mites opmaak… wat sê jy aan hierdie mense?

Ek het hierdie wonderlike antwoord van Sean Rackley ontvang wat ek graag met ander wat dalk in dieselfde bootjie as ek sit wil deel:
Die manier waarop ek hierdie vraag hanteer is om dié wat ook aan die gesprek deelneem Jesus se vergelykings as spekulatiewe fiksie te sien. Dan is die sprong na fantasie en wetenskapsfiksie nie so groot nie. Jesus het die Waarheid aan ’n sterwende wêreld verkondig deur stories te gee waarby hulle kon aanklank vind (ek wonder soms of die stories nie waar is nie as mens kyk na wie die outeur is, maar ek dwaal nou van onderwerp af). Hy het byvoorbeeld ’n landbougemeenskap geleer deur meestal lanboustories te gebruik (soos byvoorbeeld ’n boer wat saad saai).
Ons gehoor is bekend met dinge ver verwyderd van landbou (dus kan die vergelyking van die saaier oorvertel word as ’n kolonialiserende gemeenskap wat veraardsing uitvoer met verskillende resultate op verskillende planete, of as ’n ridder wat sy ryk beskerm teen voëls wat saad steel, klippe en dorings wat per toeval drake, golems en donker elwe – met gepunte pyle is). Gooi ’n paar nodige storie elemente in om dit meer as ’n paar paragrawe lank te maak en voilà! – ’n storie is gebore.

Mense stem steeds nie altyd ooreen nie, maar op daardie tye herinner ek myself daaraan dat God my nie geroep het om te stry hoekom ek skryf nie, net om te skryf. Selfs indien ek die enigste persoon is wat nader aan God kom deur my fiksie en poësie het ek my werk gedoen.

Hierdie stuk het die eerste keer hiér by Hersenskim verskyn

Inspirasie vir die week
’n Bietjie musiek om die litte los te maak so op die Maandag – Bon Jovi se “It’s My Life”.