Bending the Unbreakable, Pt. 9

Yay! It's my birthday!
What better day to post a new slice of this story? ;)
I don't know what it is about high fantasy, but this one has my writer's juices a-rollin'. It'll need a lot of re-work, but who cares? Let the good times flow!

Bending the Unbreakable, Pt. 8

The world was numb and strangely colorless. Niro didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there, and he had no inkling of an idea why he was still alive. Maybe he wasn’t? Maybe this was death, a slightly cold, humid, dark place that smelled of burnt out torches, herbs and blood. The bloody shirt was gone, and he was lying on his stomach, his hands having been tied to the bed posts over his head. The need to fight, the need to resist was gone, replaced by a disconnected high and the inability to move. Not that he wanted to move, that was. The strange, bitter taste on his lips gave him enough of a clue to know he had been drugged by someone who knew his trade. There was a nutty note in the bitterness, distinctive for the resin of a very dangerous tree that ate anything warm-blooded by ensnaring his victims with poisonous, thorned tentacles. 

Fun with translation!

Somehow, I'm a much more prolific writer when it's for my roleplaying characters. For example, there was this character background I once wrote within an evening, prolly 11,000 words long, just for the fun of it. It's so much easier to write stuff like that, I wonder why that is.
Anyway!
I took that character background and a fantasy realm I'm currently mastering (as in "gamemaster") and tried to mash them for something bizarre and dark because damn, I really miss my evil monster phase :D

Just translating that stuff is hard, German has such a different pacing and phrasing, I really have to work to get it right, the way I want it to sound. For that reason, and that reason alone, this is taking a buttload of time to do. I did finish the first part of that 11K prologue, though, so here goes. Have fun!

Birth of a Dark Priest - Prologue, Part 1

Bending the Unbreakable, Pt. 7

Earl Firun Wilmoor of Tetharion was nervously fumbling with a small canapé, trying to make a pleasant smile stick to his tense face. He was used to guests of Ailill nobility, but not to those as high up the social ladder as lady Ilydra Gladfall of Yahir, Duchess of Yahir, home land to every Ailill ever spawned. As member of House Malach, the ‘witching well’ of Ailill society, only the Duke of House Ardis and the Prince of House Errea trumped her influence and power, but still… Here she lounged, completely at ease with the company of two lowly members of House Nancarrow’s nobility as it seemed, and obviously enjoying herself.

Bending the Unbreakable, Pt. 6

“This isn’t quite what I envisioned for a public whipping,” Ilydra Gladfall of Yahir purred, shifting her weight from the left foot to the right. “Whipping someone to death is unpleasant, don’t you think? The screams last forever, even though he’d probably die over night if they stopped now.”

The tall nobleman next to her tensed even more at her words. He had gotten that distracted look ever since the human whipping boy had started to scream and bleed, and Ilydra could only guess what went on in his head. She did know his tastes ran into erotic whippings, and maybe seeing what usually went on in his bedroom be used as a means of killing was just too tasteless for him. Or maybe he was fighting a whole different kind of feeling? Who knew what those paid murderers found pleasing.