This is a “character sketch” of an NPC faction in a game I’m currently designing.  Since I’ve been doing quite a lot of game design lately, and I’m still embroiled in an ongoing home improvement project as well, I haven’t had much free time to either write or explore new music.  This sketch turned out fairly well, though, and it holds up under “five elements of fiction” style scrutiny, so…what the hell!  Here it is, please enjoy.

* * * * *

  It was a day like any other when Jurgi was called to the council chamber, the moons of Sirius IV hanging over the horizon, watchful as ever while he rode the lift to the airborne Seihr Sky Temple.  Jurgi was young, especially as Seihr go, only having served for a half dozen years, and council summons still made him nervous.  A downward-traveling lift zipped past, the figure inside wearing a cloak like Jurgi’s, another low-ranking Seihr dispatched on an errand.  Jurgi wondered what kind of mission he was about to be sent out on.  The lift darkened for a moment before breaking through the clouds, and Jurgi took a deep breath and let the bright, blue sun of his home world warm him before arriving at the temple.

"Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really.

"How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty.

And yet it all seems limitless..."

- Paul Bowles

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Short Story: Seihr Sketch

This is a “character sketch” of an NPC faction in a game I’m currently designing.  Since I’ve been doing quite a lot of game design lately, and I’m still embroiled in an ongoing home improvement project as well, I haven’t had much free time to either write or explore new music.  This sketch turned out fairly well, though, and it holds up under “five elements of fiction” style scrutiny, so…what the hell!  Here it is, please enjoy.

* * * * *

  It was a day like any other when Jurgi was called to the council chamber, the moons of Sirius IV hanging over the horizon, watchful as ever while he rode the lift to the airborne Seihr Sky Temple.  Jurgi was young, especially as Seihr go, only having served for a half dozen years, and council summons still made him nervous.  A downward-traveling lift zipped past, the figure inside wearing a cloak like Jurgi’s, another low-ranking Seihr dispatched on an errand.  Jurgi wondered what kind of mission he was about to be sent out on.  The lift darkened for a moment before breaking through the clouds, and Jurgi took a deep breath and let the bright, blue sun of his home world warm him before arriving at the temple.

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