sffworld.com - Blogs - kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/blog.php?13497-kiaga89 en Sun, 19 May 2013 02:52:45 GMT vBulletin 25 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg sffworld.com - Blogs - kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/blog.php?13497-kiaga89 The most rude comment http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?91-The-most-rude-comment Mon, 13 Apr 2009 23:35:35 GMT 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
unoriginal romance. If your mushy male lover - who is a bard - writes a poem,
it should at least have a metrical structure. Or does Bard not in fact mean
poet in the novels? In any case, your choice of genre and fandom didn't give
me any inclination to like your writing, I'm afraid.

:confused: I find myself baffled. I. Dernhil of Gent, am being compared to the worst writers in Edil-Amarandh? What nonesense is this? Am I to believe my writing is truly horrible? Perhaps I should not have survived after all, if such things are going to be said...:(

~Dernhil of Gent ]]> kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?91-The-most-rude-comment The Mysterious Elidhu http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?62-The-Mysterious-Elidhu Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:33:09 GMT 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, although I still felt vulnerable in the dark. Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared before me. There was something about her- something inhuman and fey that I couldn't understand, and yet I did not run. I was thankful for the company; I'd been alone for too long.

She knew my name, and her voice was like that of a thousand birds singing in harmony, of all the lakes and streams in Edil-Amarandh combined to create the unique sounds of nature- it was peaceful, relaxing. I knew then she was an Elidhu, the creatures that I'd read about in my studies.

"I am Ardina, Lady of the Weywood," she spoke. "The path you travel shall be lonely and perilous, but it must be done to ensure that Maerad succeeds in her mission."

At the mention of Maerad, my heart lifted. "How do you know of Maerad?"

"I have met her...do not forget! For me, all times exist at once."

She spoke in such riddles and yet she did not try to decieve me. I had to trust this being, this person who had decided to help me. I wanted to ask her so many questions, if Maerad was safe, if she could see the future, but she disappeared into the night.

I do not worry that she will not return- I merely await her next visit, as I make my way away from Civilization into the Wild. ]]> kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?62-The-Mysterious-Elidhu Leaving Innail http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?42-Leaving-Innail Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:07:19 GMT 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 here to talk with. How did I survive? Did I deliberately throw myself into a coma-like state instead of cutting off my life source? How did Silvia safe me? There are too many unanswered issues...

Silvia has promised to send word to me when she can, but I do not expect that to last. Times are dangerous- if the dark got a hold on any such correspondence, everyone's lives would be put into danger. No, I cannot allow that, which is why I must find a place to live while Maerad continues her journey, somewhere far away, with my friend Cadvan.

There is no point in writing this now, other than to keep myself occupied. Time seems to pass slower when one is completely alone. I would write a poem, but my heart is heavy and it grows dark. Perhaps it is a sign of what is to become of me...

~Dernhil of Gent. ]]> kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?42-Leaving-Innail The Truth http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?30-The-Truth Thu, 12 Mar 2009 21:22:14 GMT 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... 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 my 'ashes' to return to Gent. What a miserable existance I now live...

One thing that has comforted me is that I've found my journal at last. Well, actually Silvia brought it from my room, but I digress. It was astonishing to find that nothing had been touch in it, that no one had read it while I was...well, ill. It still has my unfinished poems, my thoughts and feelings of events past. I loathe the dark, for what it has done to this land, to these people. Silvia has told me I cannot return to my room- I must leave Innail until Sharma is destroyed.

It feels good to write again. I've somehow managed to think of this poem in this sickening hellhole of a room I'm stuck in. May the light curse my luck, but may it bless my friends in these hours of darkness.

Lily of Fire
Everything you could have been
Everything you'll be.
Everything you dream about
And everything you see.
All the times you feel so much
And times you let them go.
Times you thought you wanted love
And times you'll never know.
Parts of you, you cannot hide
Parts I'll never see.
Parts that want to be alone
And parts you shared with me.
All these things that make you whole
I loved like no one could.
And this is why I dreamt of you
In ways a lover would.
Love has grown to more than this
Despite my greatest fears.
Take a look behind these eyes
And see the death of me.


~Dernhil of Gent ]]> kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?30-The-Truth Delirium http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?17-Delirium Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:11:24 GMT (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, my beloved Maerad. I would not let them. I suppose I have answered my own question.

I have found this pen and journal, an unlikely conincidence on the wooden nightstand beside my bed. Perhaps it shall be my gift for giving up my life? The gift of continuing my love of writing even after I am dead?

I have tried to avoid thinking of Maerad. I had been stupid to think she loved me. I had only known her about a week. One week out of how many both of us have lived is petty...if I had resisted my temptation, the overwhelming love that is inside of me, this wouldn't have happened. Maerad would not have lashed out at me, nor would she be afraid of me. No, I ruined my chances at being her lover, and my chances at life.

Or did I? Now that I think of it, the dead do not feel, and whereas I am feeling, I must be alive. I can hear, and think, and mourn the loss of Maerad; I can love her and think of hope. No, I am here, wherever here may be. My only challenge is to find out where I am.

-Dernhil of Gent ]]> kiaga89 http://www.sffworld.com/forums/entry.php?17-Delirium