Dark Tales of Nowhere: Chapter 1, Scene 1

The roads in the city centre were crowded with cars even that late in the night. It was the third time he was driving through that road looking for a place to park his precious Honda. He stopped a while waiting for someone in a red Jeep to leave. The driver had to maneuver several times before being able to drive off. It wont serve. Otavio thought about the place. To open. He needed a better, out of way, place to park.

Looking through the mirror he saw his boss, calm in the back seat, looking to the places where they were driving. “- Sorry my lord.” It was also the third time he apologize by not being able find a proper place to park. “- I’m in no rush.” He answered the first time but didn’t even nod in the other two.

A second time he had to wait, this time because of a man. Drunk. Otavio realized while waiting for the man in light blue suite to finally get across the road. In the mean time he just looked around, seeing for first time an area shielded by big trees. No wonder I couldn’t see it at first. Otavio thought, driving his precious dark silver Civic between the trees. There were two things he want to avoid. The first was upsetting his liege. The second was doing even the smallest scratch to the car.

He took some time before leave the car. And a bigger before opening the door for his boss. He wouldn’t let his Lord out before being sure it was ok. Instead, he tooka second look around while answering his mobile. “- Everything in order.” Said the male voice. It was what Otavio was expecting. He had sent some of his men before him, to take strategic position around the place where they are going. And some where following him. Those in car had to park far from there. For this, the three times Otavio had to circle before find a proper place became a good thing. Everybody had been able to take its place in time.

Buttoning his black suit, Otavio extended his hand to the left rear door. The black sleeve sliding over his black skin. A second later he was kneeling to his lord. “- Don’t mind.” Erick said. “- You’re gonna dirt your trousers.” If there was someone who could be opposite to Otavio, it would be Erick Haraldson. Where Otavio was a towering man, his lord was small. Some called him dwarf, one even dared to say it aloud, no one even remember his name today. While Otavio had a dark skin, even darker then the night sky when the stars were hiding, his Norwegian Lord had a fair one. Otavio had no hair at all, save for his eyebrow which in its turn was no more then a thin line. Erick had a deep red hair and thin, well cared, red beard in his chin.

“- Are you sure, my Lord, to come that place?” Otavio asked. If were someone else Erick would answer bitterly, threatening his half-life. But with Otavio it was different. Otavio knew him for a long time, from before Erick became powerful. He was one of those who helped him grow and so he was one of the few who enjoy more than a liege and subject relationship. “- This is no proper place for you, my Lord, and I’m not sure if I can provide full protection once inside his Domain.”

“- He had no Domain but the one I granted him.” Erick answered adjusting his night-blue suit whit silver buttons. “- And is not a proper domain at all. Don’t worry to much about his weaklingness. He will be too surprise to react properly.” He didn’t wait for Otavio but began to walk towards the busy street. Erick had never being in that city before, Otavio knew, but he looked as if it he knew the city as it was his own home. Using a wooden swordstick with a howling wolf head, Erick distanced himself a while from Otavio which didn’t had much trouble in picking up with his master. A look at the left hand and he saw the plain iron ring he always used. Otavio knew little about the homering. Some mysterious artifact which granted an almost absolute power to its owner in his own home. It should shine. But Otavio never saw his master ring shine. Doesn’t matter where he go. He is never in his home.

Carta Rasgada

Segue o conteúdo da carta, rasgada encontrada numa bolsa no templo de Chauntea, Vila das Brumas.

Mia kara Prisitina.

Ĝi estis jam delonge ni fina parelado, kaj bedaŭrinde, mi ĉifoge mi ne hav bona novajo al aciig al vi.

Kiel vi scias, en la lastaj semajnoj ni havis iuj problemo kun la Drows de Cormanthor.
Sed egale okej malbona malbonego havas trafintan nun, vin fratojn de la arbaro.

Ĝi okazi ke malnova kaj multe tro potenca estita venis al ni serĉ la loko kie la Malluna Scythe falis.
Ni refuzas lian proponon forte.
Sed li haves multajn metodojn por insidi nin.

Mi estas certas ke iuj niaj frataj havis falitan en lia kept kaj rivelis lin ne nur la loko, sed ankaŭ kiel rehavig al si nia plej sankta artefacto.
Sekve ne nur la templo en la arbaro sed ankaŭ tiu en la vilaĝo kaj, plej malbona, vi mem.

Mi alvokas vi veni viziton min tuj post kiam vi akiras ĉi tiu mesaĝo, kiu mi enskribas Druidiko en timo tio majo fal en malĝustaj manoj.
Plej bona fortuna kaj povus la diinon Chauntea favori vin kaj protekti vian vojon.

De via amata, Palaport.

Beginning what?

I woke up few hours ago in this strange shaped room.

To start, the ceiling, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, has the shape of some kind of dome, in the middle of it, a bright blue light. It’s impossible to look directly to the strange light, it hurts, but also it’s almost impossible to don’t be attracted by it.

The walls was the second thing I notice, there is 16, no, 17 counting the one where my bed lies, the one with the unique window.

After fighting to make my body move and then to make it stand, I took a look to outside. I saw a big city, filled with skyscrapers, but I don’t recognise nothing of this city. I look deep in my memories, and I found nothing. Nothing about this city, about this room. So I look even deep, and nothing again, no cities, no rooms or houses. Every time I fond something, the image of whatever which was just vanish, and I could not find that again.

In the wall opposite of mine, wait, wasn’t an odd number of walls? How can it be exactly opposite? I counted the walls again, 17, all the same side, and again the door lies in the opposite wall to my bed!

So I stop to thing about it, was giving me head aches, and then I walked to the door. Wooden door, brown colour and a golden handle, no locks visible. I try it, and the door opened easily to some dark corridor. No sounds coming from outside, the only light on it was the light from that painful light in the room.

When I stepped outside the room, something flashed and the room become filled with the same eerie blue light, but I could not find the source, better for my eyes.

I walked through it, and as fast as the light start, the corridor reach its end in a wide metal door. Familiar, I know I have seen this doors before, but I don’t know when neither where. This strange and yet so familiar door had no handle to open, only a button on the right. Circular metallic button with a warm yellow light around.

For a moment I look back to the room which now lies complete dark, only with the light from the corridor entering a few steps on it, I have nothing there, I pressed the button.

The yellow light blinked a few times and die. I wait without knowing why, I just knew I had to wait. In a minute or so the light of the button lighted again and the metallic door slide open to the left.

A small square room with a red floor and a normal white light appeared, again, one last look to the room at my back and then I was inside this familiar small room. On the right, a panel with some buttons, from top to down, Dome, Presidential, Reception, then 8 numbered numbers, from 9 to 2, Reception again, Parking.

I tried the Presidential first, nothing, the first Reception, nothing, and nothing until the number 5 blink with a white light. The doors closed and the room shook. A familiar sound start, a continuous noise. I closed my eyes trying to remember of it, but I got nothing, instead, I remember the sounds of birds, and the wind, and an image of a green field running fast under me, the sound of birds died as some strange and unrecognisable noise started. I heard some kind of bip, and the door open as I opened my eyes again. Birds, the name still on my head, what is this birds.

A large room full of tables and chairs with people seated on it, they look busy, I didn’t want to interrupt then, but my body move without my knowledge, and I realise what was going on when someone gave me a closed brown envelop. “- Everything is almost dome my lord. Why don’t you back to your room and study this data?” He said smiling. But his eyes was telling me something different, something that make me step back.

What is this sensation? I look around looking for support, but no one seems to notice us. Without alternative, I took the envelop and back to the small red-floored room. He came with me and pressed the button named Dome, the button blinked and lighted in white colour, just as before when I pressed the 5, but the door don’t closed, the man was holding it. “We’ll gonna call you my lord in the right time. Until then, I strong advisee for you to stay at your room. For your safety and security.” After telling this as some kind of threat, he turn and left. The doors, now free, closed and the room shook moving back to the Dome.

A Venda

Faltavam poucos dias para o início do Festival da Colheita quando, durante o meio da noite, alguém veio bater a porta da minha casa. Segurando uma espada curta eu me dirigi até a porta, as batidas eram fortes, como se estivesse com muita pressa. Quando estava para abrí-la, alguém berrou do lado de fora. “- Vai demorar pra abrir? To congelando aqui fora!” Era meu amigo de infância, Hebron, que a muito tempo eu não via.

Capítulo Três – Sombras Andantes

Logo que o dia nasceu o grupo saiu de dentro da caverna, fechando como podia a entrada e entrando na bosque desconhecido. A necessidade urgente de guiar o grupo naquele recanto intocado da floresta tirou temporariamente os mortos-vivos da mente de Erick. “- Tentem não causar muito dano as plantas.” Disse ele alertando a todos. No dia anterior Valdi teria zombado da cara dele, mas depois do perigo que passou com pessoas que não deveriam mais se mecher, ele não duvidava praticamente de mais nada.

Erick guiou o grupo

Magias de Pamam

Um pequeno trabalho descrevendo superficialmente os diferentes tipos de magias encontrados no universo continente-ilha de Pamam. Desde a magia divina usada pelos Dragões para dar forma a sua morada privada até os tipos mais comuns, usados em massa pelas principais raças que habitam este continente.

…continue lendo…

Capítulo Dois – Desaparecidos

Passaram-se alguns dias antes que o ferimento na mão de Erick cicatrizasse o suficiente para que ele voltasse a trabalhar com seu pai. Nesse meio tempo ele se dedicou ao estudo do livro que encontrara na casa do mago. Cada vez que o abria, ele indentificava mais palavras, mas ainda não eram o sufiente para formar frases concisas.

Deduziu sabiamente que aquele não era um livro ordinário, um objeto comum contendo histórias, mas sim algo que possuia magia em sí, e sabendo da opnião de seu pai quanto a magias e objetos mágicos, ele o manteve em segredo.

Na primeira noite da lua nova, ele foi até a taverna da vila, O Peixe Afogado

Mago: O Caminho – Capítulo Um: O Achado

Capítulo Um – O Achado

O dia ainda não havia nascido e o jovem rapaz já estava acordado. No quarto totalmente escuro ele tateou sem muita dificuldade para encontrar a mochila que havia preparado antes de dormir e saiu em seguida para o corredor que dava acesso aos demais cômodos da casa. Sem demorar e tentando fazer o mínimo de barulho possível, ele se dirigiu para a ferraria que ficava anexa a casa. Alí a fornalha sempre acesa facilitava sua tarefa.

Rapidamente ele enco

The Hind

This is the English version of the tale O Cervo (link here). It wasn’t easy for me to translate, so this still have some (if no several) mistakes. I will really enjoy if you could help.

Some hours had passed since we started the hunt in the morning before sunrise. So far we had not found anything. No trace, no sign of deer, rabbit or wild boar.

Came to me four more hunters, Johan and Nathan, both as me, but while they carried composite longbows, I carried only a light crossbow.

“- You will not slay no rabbit

O Cervo

Já haviam passado algumas horas desde que começamos a caçada de manhã antes do sol nascer. Até o momento não tínhamos encontrado nada. Nenhum rastro, nenhum sinal de cervo, coelho ou javali.

Comigo vinham mais 4 caçadores, Johan e Nathan, ambos como eu, a pé; mas enquanto eles carregavam arcos longos compostos eu levava apenas uma besta leve.

“- Tu não vai abater nenhum coelho com esta besta.” Riram eles quando me viram de manhã.

Também iam conosco Hygor e Garlas, esses dois a cavalo carregando cada um um conjunto com 5 lanças de arremesso mais uma besta leve.

Johan e Nathan também traziam cães consigo, um total de 5 cahorros bem tratados e treinados para correr atrás da presa e ‘afugentá-la’ na direção dos caçadores. Thor, Odin, Loki, Tyr e Balder, eram seus nomes.

“- Que tal irmos acima do rio-verde” Sugeriu Garlas. O rio-verde é uma grande faixa de terra coberta apenas por grama alta. Sem árvores, formando um caminho largo como se fosse um grande rio, separando o norte do sul da floresta. “- Se não encontrarmos nada por aqueles lados, voltaremos para casa de mãos vazias mesmo.”

Apesar de estarem todos cançados, os que estavam a pé, com as pernas queimando enquanto que os que estavam em montaria, estavam com a bunda assada, todos concordaram. “A caça mais penosa