The New Sci-fi by A A Roi

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The mother of the flight rubbed her great head against my chest.  Around her, a dozen of her children moved about, in curiosity I expected.  They were still not familiar with my scent, having been born in the decades after I freed the remaining bonded creatures from my service.  Red Belly, however, did not forget our bond.  She had been more than willing to fly for me.  I will readily admit her devotion brought a tear to my eyes.

It is said, all of the creatures of draconic, even of not of underworld origin, have memories as long as their lives.  Even the most ancient I remember knelt at Arcory’s feet.  And this is true of the great winged rock wyverns.  The creatures I called indeed remembered me well from the days I tended to their own nests on the dragon’s spine for my master.

Each in their turn came to me, to bond in their own reptilian manner.  Enscented by their mother, they understood I was one of them.  They happily twittered and screeched their delight on my approach, nuzzled me with their great teethy snouts.  I admit the love they expressed lifted my spirits, reminding me of the days I could almost consider them my pets as one would with puppies or kittens.

Understandably, they were reluctant after their tastes of fattened ironwool sheep but understood after a time this was only a temporary gift I offered them.  I even surprised myself, … Read More

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Missive to Council from Arbiter EL Andende

Storm Season Fourth Quarter First Day of Charm

After several day cycles, I have heard of a re-appearance of Grayslen Amberglass at last.  Apparently he has found his way to the Blackland Marches.  How he made his way there from the Silverbourne Sea, I am uncertain, but he seems to have arrived upon the unanswered complaint from the current count of rock wyvern’s attacking his flocks.  While this is an unusual act, it seems to hold within the tenets of balance. 

I do have a ledger of obligations to tend to, but as per your last missive, I shall endeavor to locate your wayward Wizard and ensure he will be sent his way back to council.  I of course would appreciate any compensation that would be sent to my prevue for the effort as of course, there is always much to do to maintain balance in the regions of my purview.

I was led in by Roderick, a particularly taciturn march warden, grey of beard and clanking of piecework armor to the Margrave of Watterkrek’s great, if rough-hewn hall with minimal ceremony.  Notably, the new Watterkrek Keep was larger than his father’s had been.  And mountain-granite walled, not the found stone the original had been.  Clearly Gwyn’s knowledge of the march stood in good stead.  The trade in ironwool had been good to the young margrave.  The lord I was lead to wore the … Read More