Despite being in the midst of a great war, I recieved a rather uncanny letter today by way of Lord Karagan. It read thus:
I can quite confidently state you've
got more talent than Stephanie Meyer. 'Tis true, and as crap as she is, that's
more than a large proportion of FFnet can say.
As for hunting for good things to say about the fic: I can't say I like
fantasy novels of the generic sub-Tolkien kind, and I can't say I like
I've made my way out of the Innail Fesse, though not without a few blunders. Passing through a small mountainous village north of Innail proved difficult, even with a glimveil. The people there seemed to stirr when I creapt by, as if they could feel my presence even though they couldn't see me. I later found out that it was not I that created such a reaction.
It was late at night, a cold wind blowing down from Osidh Annova into the Weywood before me. I was thankful for my heavy cloak,
Dernhil loophole blog #3:
It's been a few more days since I last wrote. My head is beginning to clear, and my health is returning. After Anhil departed with my "remains", I received word that most of Innail was in mourning. It brings warmth to my heart to know so many care for me.
From where I am now, wandering farther from Innail's soild white walls, I wonder what I am leaving behind-there are so many questions I want, need, to ask, and yet there is no one
Dernhil loophole blog #2: (this does take place before the Singing, obviously my friends)
I have long since figured out my situation- it seems with the help of Silvia and Malgorn I have been cured of my deathly state. Perhaps my lack of profient studies in Magery helped me live and yet protect my friends; that is what things appear to be. I hope with all my heart Maerad and Cadvan are alright.
No one knows I am alive, it seems. Not even my brother Anhil, who was given
Updated March 12th, 2009 at 05:52 PM by kiaga89
(Dernhil Loophole blog #1)
I awoke this morning in strange white-washed room. I have never felt such peace and quiet, such tranquility before now, and I wonder what has happened. I do not wish to recall my last memory, but it seems it's been floating in and out of my mind.
Am I dead? I must be...I remember saying the words in the Speech that would render myself deceased. I can remember their intrusion, the pain I felt when they had tried to find information about Maerad,
Updated March 11th, 2009 at 02:16 PM by kiaga89