761Jakwin: The Legacy of Quandan Chapter 1
- Feb 18, 2005Before I get started, let me warn you that I write big. I don't
think of short stories, I think of novels. And not just novels, but
whole worlds of stories to back up just one. This story, the Legacy
of Quandan, takes place on a large peninsula jutting from a large
continent in a world of my design. That peninsula has a long
history, of which The Legacy of Quandan is just a part. Most of that
history will be alluded to in the story. Oh, this is just an intro.
The real meat of the story will start in my next post.
In the city of Avenlo could be found many people of many walks of
life and backgrounds. Officially, it was a city of humans. It was
the center of the country of Tumas, the largest human nation in
Jakwin, and was where Queen Lillan the Just ruled from. But all
races lived in Avenlo. There was a Dwarven district, an Elven area,
Halfling Town, even a thriving Orcish region. But mostly, there were
It was the home of Tristan Inerion, a minor noble and a member of the
elite City Guard. It was the home of Lexia, an orphan girl and
pickpocket who preyed upon unsuspecting consumers in the market
square on Tiron Street. It was the home of the wizard Vander and
the sword-for-hire called the Red Sparrow. It was the home of the
dwarf Derrin, who studied at the Temple of Turgoth.
None of these individuals knew each other, but on the white, stone
streets of Avenlo on one fateful day they would meet, and their lives
would be changed forever.
Tristan grabbed his spear as he left the castle armory. He began the
long walk from the armory to his new post on Tiron Street. At least,
it felt long bogged down by his armor. It was not meant for
travelling, his armor. But then, the City Guard only dealt with
matters within the city, and could hardly be expected to travel
farther than the gates to deal with a problem. There were Guards
outside the gate, of course, but they were part of the Guards of
Tumas, of which the City Guard was just an elite chapter. There were
Guards of Tumas throughout the country.
Lexia looked out on Tiron Street. She saw any number of marks out
there, but knew that she had to wait for an opportunity to present
itself. She saw a man investigating some Elven fruit. She smiled.
To be even thinking about buying Elven fruit, he must have quite a
bit of cash. He was obviously an out-of-towner. That vest-and-hat
combo might be a popular look in Iwerpos, but here in Avenlo, it
stood out. He was being jostled by many passers-by as he looked over
the Elven fruit. He was almost making it too easy.
Vander put his hood up as he left his apartment building to the east
of Tiron Street. He needed some ink to write his latest spell. He
made such trips occasionally, but spent most of his time in his
house. Among the magic community, he was moderately well-known, but
had some controversial theories about the nature of time and magic's
affect on it that made him a bit of an outsider. He made a living
now selling scrolls with simple spells anyone could cast. He
absolutely hated it.
The Red Sparrow. A mysterious figure whose name was whispered in
back-alleys throughout Avenlo. Reportedly, the Red Sparrow had super-
human abilities. No one had seen his face and lived to tell the
tale. Also, apparently, he had no morals whatsoever. Sola laughed
to herself at that as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing a
non-descript grey cloak and a pack. Underneath it was a dark red
Derrin the dwarf left his small cell in the pupil's housing of the
Temple of Turgoth. Devotion to the warrior god was a tough practice,
but the rewards in battle were great. He was headed to Tiron Street
to sell some of his holy charms. The selling of holy charms was not
forbidden by Turgoth. In fact, it was taught that he saw it as a
good way to spread the word of his generosity to all those who needed
aid in battles of all kind.
Five people who had never met. Maybe they had seen each other in the
street. Maybe Derrin had once heard of an Elvish wizard with odd
theories on time. Maybe Lexia had heard rumors of the Red Sparrow.
Maybe Tristan had bought a charm from Derrin without really looking
at his face. But they definitely did not know each other when the
whole mess started.
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