The Pool of Life

This scene is ripped from the pages of The Curse of Arvyl’s Folly  

Maelryn the professor smiled, pleased with his student.  “Now that, friend Hali, is the right question.  The Craeylu gathered in Heaven around a pool, into which they poured their essences, imbuing it with the power of creation, and from this pool of life they pulled forth the Firstborn.  Ninety-eight times in all, a hundred and one counting the Harnae, who were both more and less than Firstborn, the gods stirred the primordial soup, and each time a Firstborn emerged, each new and different from the last, each holding the gods’ gifts in different proportions.” Continue reading

On Tirel

“After the Long Night, the world changed, Jerilyn.  The Dark Lord is gone and without him, there is no place for his Dark Ones.  The demons of the Elder Days – the Ulgarja, the Jixari, even the rune-scarred Maldoks – are no more.  But this age is also governed by the Necessity and its evil has a name.  The Adversary.”   The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon

On Sangrithar

“After the fall of the dynasty, the Coliseum of the God-Emperors was torn down and slavery outlawed.  Thereafter, gladiators were considered members of an honored profession, not slaves, and they battled in a new stadium, not built upon the blood of its victims.”   Jerilyn of Colcester

On Promises


“All heroes of the Prophecies suffer from loneliness, it is the price exacted by the Balance.  Take me, for example.  My promises isolated me from those I loved most.  If not for Velora, I would be as mad as the God-Emperors.  Even Valdarag, who wore the mantle of the Warrior for only a short time, paid the toll when he became the Eternal Warrior.  I feel for Andis, she has been without others of her kind far longer than she deserves, but her loneliness, and mine, is nothing next to the loneliness born by he whom I shall not name.  He has truly been alone.”   Kandol Elf Lord

On Sangrithar

“In my day, long after the time of Hali, a council of elected lords had responsibility for setting and upholding the law in Sangrithar.  They were led by the Lord of the Vaulted Dome, named for the great hall in which the council met.  Strangely, given that the rest of the council was elected by popular vote, the leader was determined in a trial by combat held once every seven years.  I always thought that might have been a remnant of the God-Emperor dynasty, a bone thrown into the city’s charter to appease the nobility after Hali’s departure.”   Jerilyn of Colcester

On Sorcery

“Kandol had no reason to mourn the loss of his Earth Magik; there was nothing he couldn’t accomplish with sorcery.  Trained as a high adept by my parents in the Grove of the Silver Birch, he knew spells that others could never hope to master and the depths of his power ran deeper than the Halls of Ruling.  Nor did the Age of Man cause his power to dim.  The Towers of Sorcery did not bind him as they did mortal wizards and he could tap the Spires unhindered.”   The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon

On the Dael Vyrnyn

“I remember my journey to Pel Aesylle, Tarik.  It was not so long ago that I’ve forgotten, though the haze clouding my memories is doing its best to make me forget.  I had no Elf lords to guide me, only determination and desperate curiosity.  The haunted woods were frightening and I almost turned back many times, but continued despite my fear.  In the end, Kandol rewarded my perseverance by regaling me with tales of the Elder Days.  Yes, the way to the summit was arduous, but I would undertake that journey again in a heartbeat.”    Jerilyn of Colcester

On Ardyval

“After Emerre slew the barbarian warlord Korak, the legionnaires of Sangrithar searched the hills for Avara’s son, Ardyval, but came up empty-handed.  For thirteen centuries, the line was believed lost and Priest-Kings ruled the City of the Golden Star, bringing an age of prosperity undreamed of.  But, unbeknownst to all, the child prince was rescued from the battlefield by an unnamed benefactor who took him to Pel Aesylle.  Kandol Elf Lord raised Ardyval and his heirs, though they remained ignorant of their heritage until Ataryl, the last of the heirs in hiding, learned the truth.  He came out of hiding in Sangrithar’s hour of need, defeated the Shadow Lord and became the first God-Emperor.”   Jerilyn of Colcester