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Odan the Scribe, Chapter 13, Fragments by Daniel Olarnick
“Rider coming through “shouted the watchman at the northern tower of the stronghold that had become the gateway for the Black Dragon Inn.
The rider, Brian Judd, was well known to the guard, a former lieutenant of the Red Cavalry, he had ridden alongside Captain Karl Strange throughout the Great Orc Uprising, commanding the left-flank of the Stallion Patrol.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 12, The Tangled Web by Daniel Olarnick
From the top of the mountain, twin watchtowers jutted out, marking the entrance to the Black Dragon Inn, where their journey would end. A strange journey, indeed, thought Ebon, reflecting upon his good fortune, now that their destination loomed ahead of them -- less than three days travel, down the mountain's dwavern carved road, he thought, judging from the smoke rising behind the twin towers that jutted out directly ahead of them.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 11,
Immortality by Daniel Olarnick
Ebon Grupe placed his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the soundless reverberations that echoed throughout the crystalline cavern, but he could not drown out the voices that filled his mind. “The voice of the mind.” He shivered at the thought of the mental powers displayed by the crystal skull.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 10, Herein Lies the Stone of ... by Daniel Olarnick
Ebon Grupe closed his eyes and slept. Had he retained any memory of his dream he would vow that it had not been a dream at all, but reality in the guise of a nightmare.
It should be noted, according to scribal legend, that, "...Aulofu must first appear in the form of a dream..."
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 9, Beware and Be Foretold by Daniel Olarnick
The mongrel ran ahead of the scribe and Utre, circled the perimeter of the pillars that surrounded the top of the Tor. The pillars were made of the same sacred pink alabaster that the scribal priesthood was constructed of. Its color had always caused the scribe to think of the legend, that the alabaster had absorbed the blood of a mighty dragon, who sacrificed his life in order that the scribal priesthood might remain impenetrable. Oh, it was a legend, he knew, but one he believed in.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 8, DaJoul – The One Eyed Demon by Daniel Olarnick
It is a long and difficult journey from the oasis. The underground cavern's waterways had ended; the Gorb slowed his steady pace to accommodate the trio he carried within his body, the wind, the heat, the deadly rays of the sun all combined to leave the travelers near exhaustion.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 7, The Gorbs by Daniel Olarnick, July 2006
The desert is bleak, ominous, vast, its heat intense, the sun blinding, yet the unnamed scribe, the mongrel and the troll called Utre (a prince among trolls, by the way) trudged west by southwest, guided by instinct and ancient legends that demanded the quest begin at a town called Vashmak.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 6, A Journey to a Town Called Vashmak by Daniel Olarnick, May 2006
The desert is bleak, ominous, vast, its heat intense, the sun blinding, yet the unnamed scribe, the mongrel and the troll called Utre (a prince among trolls, by the way) trudged west by southwest, guided by instinct and ancient legends that demanded the quest begin at a town called Vashmak.
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 5, The Law of Claw and Fang by Daniel Olarnick, February 2006
"I am the Stone of the Omniscient Voice. I am nameless, but at one time, I was called - I have forgotten, it has been too long - however, I am now free from the confines of the Cave of Forgetfulness - from that accursed Scribal Priesthood. Our tale continues."
To Give Aid and Succor, Chapter 4 by Daniel Olarnick, January 2006
"Eat you, I will enjoy," said Utre the Troll, his jaws making a cackling sound as he spoke in a series of gruff almost belligerent bgrunts.
"Assured and honored to be a fulfilling meal for the Trolls of Prince," replied the scribe-with-no-name, in perfect Trollish, emphasizing Utre's position amongst the trolls, the scribe's guttural intonation a perfection of troll-speak.
The Scribe
with No Name, Chapter 3 by Daniel
Olarnick, November 2005
"Is it that time, already?" asked Fallows, the
head scribal priest, of his second-in-command, Gazine.
"Yes, sadly it is," replied Gazine.
"And the accursed one, is he prepared?"
"Of course, your eminence. He has been groomed for
this quest since he was brought here," said Gazine,
reassuring Fallows.
The Pool of Life, Epilogue-Prologue by Daniel Olarnick,
December 2003
Odan the Scribe walked confidently toward his terminus.
He paused for a moment to look at the beauty of this vast
and mystical valley, the dark blue waterfalls, the mysterious
brooding forest, the incomprehensible breeding grounds of
a simmering natatorium. He breathed in deeply, cherished
the fragrance of this unsullied world, smiled, and silently
thanked the gods of creation for their magnificent achievement.
