“Where are we going?” asks Search.

“Whitehall. There we can sit out the jetstream and catch a ship north. From there I go back home. You guys can follow but that is up to you.”

“And what in this clearly gods-forsaken land is a jetstream?”

Caleb looked at Burn hard for two reasons. First, having lived all his life on the floating islands…[Read more]

Yes…” Nathair said. “And we should probably leave this area soon before the authorities come.”

Caleb looked at the bar just in time to see a draker turn someone into a pancake against a wall.

“Actually, Snake-Punk has a good point. Let’s do that first.”

“Um, the bartender wants some compensation for the fight you started Nathair.”…[Read more]

“Best friend, name’s Sonja. But everyone calls me Search.”

Direct and polite. Strange considering Burn. But people were strange at times, Caleb shrugged.

“Can we focus on the holes in reality and getting back to where we belong?”

Nathair turned and looked at Caleb.

“Ah, good to see you! I knew you would make it eventually.”

Go jump off th…[Read more]

Caleb shrugged when the Hussar continued to drink.

“Suit yourself.”

Slipping over to the general store, he went over his list. First he needed to find a way home. Simple enough. A tall woman was at the counter reading a catalog.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

She looked up at him.

“Could you tell me if any ships are heading to Koral?”

She smiled…[Read more]

Tim Hawkings-Alternative Cuss Words.

its worth watching for this.

“ARGH! You…” Burn spluttered. “Were you dropped on your head too many times falling through holes in reality? And maybe keep that part down. Otherwise people will think you’re crazy.”

Caleb quickly looked at his drink. He had stepped in it now. Burn took a sip.

“Hey Ax-Punk. Did we land in your reality this time?”

“Pardon?”

Caleb didn’t quit…[Read more]

“If ya say so. I go by Burn.”

Burn took a sip of the whiskey.

“Hey, is anyone keeping tabs on Metal-Punk? He’s skulking in a corner like he thinks I can’t hear that non-stop clanking. If we’re gonna do revenge, I bet a hitter would be useful.”

“Revenge? Revenge on…”

The loud whine of aircraft engines filled the saloon of the trading p…[Read more]

“I’ll take something stronger.” said one of the company.

Caleb wanted to be alone for a bit.

“You got any money?” said the bartender.

“Of course.”

Did he even have money? For his answer, the man put a small coin down. The bartender dutifully poured a glass.

“Pay up.”

“Gladly.”

More coins appeared and the man took the glass to another tabl…[Read more]

Caleb broke through the wall. Rock clattered on the concrete. It was a sewer and most fortunately a clean one that didn’t smell too bad. Sauntering through the opening, he looked up and down the narrow walkway beside the channel.

“Hello!!” He yelled.

The echoing reverberated off the walls. Caleb smiled. He always wanted to do that. A pale light…[Read more]

Drip.

Drip.

Caleb listened to the rhythmic water. It helped calm him. What he had done before was stupid and cowardly. He should help others who were in the same trouble as him. He couldn’t cower at every issue he encountered. But what could he do now.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water. Caleb still had his canteen. He had his axe and revolver. He had…[Read more]

Caleb saw a trickle of dust fall in front of him as he finished his bow. The jaw jarring crash kicked him into high gear. Funny thing, time slows when you are high on adrenaline. Someone pushed Caleb forward. Fight or flight was engaged and the coin landed on flight. The rumbling death was very loud now.

“Where are the others? Where are t…[Read more]

“Hello, stranger! What is your name? And where did you come from?” Asked the hussar.

Caleb was remembered his manners. He saluted similar to tipping a hat with a short bow.

“My name is Caleb Leckie, good sir. I hail from Lestram, a shire of Koral. How I got here exactly escapes my mind. I would like to return home if any of you happen to kno…[Read more]

Caleb leaned back. He had hit his head. He was in a cave. He still had all his gear. This had to be a dream. Or the beginning of the afterlife. He was definitely not at home. A hussar in full armor, quite possibly a guide to heaven, was talking to others nearby. Probably others like himself. Well, he had had a good life. His family would miss him…[Read more]

Clack.

Wood chips and flies.

Clack.

Sweat trickles down the nose.

Clack.

Hands are numb from hundreds of strokes.

Clack.

The remaining wood breaks and the limb falls. Caleb paused to catch his breath. The tree was almost delimbed now. Just a few more to go. Then he had to clean five more. Alex would collect the limbs for their fire.…[Read more]

I think I will be adding a new character

Caleb Leckie

age: 19

occupation: land development

personality: cheerful, dedicated, laconic.

Description: 5’11, short brown hair, stubble of a beard, decent build, redneck suntan, jeans and untucked shirt.

Klein heard the second dragon. No time to mourn the dead. Picking up the warhammer, Klein face the new opponent. This one was a little smaller than the first dragon. But this one also had a hostage as Klein could see. She was also chained. The dragon was coiling its tail about the column too. Killing the dragon risked crushing her. Freeing her…[Read more]

Klein set up his rifle quietly. He would hold back and remain on overwatch while the others moved forward. When they moved. The others were looking over the prisoners. None of them looked like good characters. Then he saw one chain in an interesting way. The others had the usual shackles. This one was chained at the waist and ankles. As Klein…[Read more]

@irishcelticredflowercrown
Yeah I guess a character could have multiple motives. I mean us humans do so the people we create can too.

Klein slowly rounded the exit of the tunnel. The room beyond opened up exponentially. A stairwell, seemingly carved out of the wall led to the floor. Columns that made sequoia trees small rose up to a ceiling…[Read more]

Klein stood. He just couldn’t seem to start or join a conversation. He got along fine with his squad and a few officers. Few others really talked much outside of the usual debrief questions. Maybe it had something to do with how boot camp was?  Before Klein could continue the thought, the ground under his foot cracked loudly. Springing toward…[Read more]

Klein is 6’1 outside of his armor. In his armor he’s about 7 foot.