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Odan the Scribe, Chapter 17, The Briscone Pine, An Untold Tale by Daniel Olarnick, December 2012
When Odan uttered, in faerie language, "I will save you," and heard the Bijou howl. Odan knew, instinctively, he had violated yet another of his scribal oaths: He had interfered.
But fate had not made him the perfect scribe, fate had made him imperfect. It was more interesting that way.
Before anything else, the crystal's inscribed message must be delivered and revealed. It was Odan's sworn duty.
Quest of the Shape Shifters, Chapter 1 by Joel Weichs Levy and Daniel Olarnick, December 2012
I, Cortwain, bastard prince of the Snow Leopard Clan, have taken the quest of my elders to travel into the heart of Breaker Mountains to find if this creature, The Howler, and his confiscate the treasure he is alleged to guard, if they and he truly exist.
Quest of the Shape Shifters, Chapter 2 by Joel Weichs Levy and Daniel Olarnick, December 2012
“So, before we seal our quest, shall we go see Numen?” asked Cortwain.
“I have not seen the object you instructed my superior you would share with me,” stated Baldor ignoring Cortwain’s request.
“Nor have I seen your matching stone.” said Cortwain.
Quest of the Shape Shifters, Chapter 3 & 4 by Joel Weichs Levy and Daniel Olarnick, December 2012
In the remote corner of Breaker Mountains, Castle Mist rises into the concealing clouds.
If any mortal should happen to pass nearby, they would see nothing except a vast mountain range.
Clouds and mist created by magical gems embedded within the mountains mystically cloak the castle.
Bands of Yetis practicing cannibalism, zombies, trolls, orcs, ogres and countless other sentient creatures claim the land as their own. All are mistaken. The mountains, the caves, the castles and the beings within it serve at the will of The Dragon.
Quest of the Shape Shifters, Chapter 5 by Joel Weichs Levy and Daniel Olarnick, December 2012
They journeyed to the dark side of Breaker Mountains, where the Howler stuck his jeweled knife into a slit in the mountain’s wall, opening an entrance to his home cavern, illuminated by glowing crystals which had been crafted to light the pathway into the heart of the mountain.
They followed the Howler inside, “My humble dwelling, safeguarded by these gem stones from The Dragon’s prying eyes.”
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 16, Elixir by Daniel Olarnick
Moultrance and the Vixen, the she-goddess Charisse, approached the Womb Room of Benob the Benevolent Being, innate fear having caused them to cleanse their minds, through a self-hypnotic suggestion, are free of any form of guilt.
"Why have you summoned us here?" asked Moultrance?
"Do you not remember, Moultrance? To discuss the affairs of this world," answered Benob The Benevolent Being. "And, of course, a toast to our immortal health."
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 15, Rituals by Daniel Olarnick
Dora knocked on his door. "Captain Strange," she said, as she brought in a breakfast tray. "I'm sure you must be hungry by now. You've been asleep for three days now. I've had this scribe praying for you. The dragon gods have answered all our prayers."
Odan the Scribe, Chapter 14, Emergence 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 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.
