Following the savior of the magickal land of Elothninnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Thu, 29 Aug 2024 01:04:25 -0400Blogger http://www.blogger.com147125http://jarthen.blogspot.com/en-usnoDramatic readings of the storynoreply@blogger.comhttp://jarthen.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-have-moved.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Sat, 15 May 2010 17:38:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-1797134738484283972Guess what -- the Jarthen experience has moved to a (slightly more legit) website! Check it out here.0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_28.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 28 Dec 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-6271009571270934548Felintarks are a strange people, especially when it comes to their laws. They ban all drugs but tobacco and alcohol in the Empire, punishment fer getting caught with pipeherb is a stiff fine and a week locked up in jail. Any amount of pipeherb, even if it’s just the resin in an empty pipe. The brothels there are all legally run – whores have these ironclad contracts that strip them of their 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_21.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 21 Dec 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-3097736147239899026With both me and Muladah looking, it didn’t take more than two or three months to find someone as mundayne as me. I found her, actually. Her name was Shalija and she was a barkeep in a tiny, no-name tavern in a tiny no-name port in the isles. I first noticed her, I have to admit, ‘cause she was worth looking at. Felin woman, they tend to be a good-looking bunch – fierce without looking too 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_14.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 14 Dec 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-8414630657854854287Velladiah did end up joining with us. He came out of the cabin bad-tempered and surly but he came out allied with the Sinn. And it took him no more than a week of getting stuck close to me and getting nowhere with anyone on board before he got his fill of it and found himself his own ship and the alliance turned into the start of the Tarnib fleet. I doubt you’ve heard of that one. The only 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/additional-recollections-collected.htmlcollected recollectionsnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:52:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-7925555872508186324 -- A Life on One's Own -- When I reached 16 years of age, mother determined that my education could no longer be fulfilled by private tutors, and arranged for me to be sent to boarding school. Because I did not come from vassal or noble stock, the Opleneer Junior Academy, generally regarded as the finest institute of juvenile instruction in the Empire, was not open to me. Instead, I secured a 4http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-road-back-jarthen-centric.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 7 Dec 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-281987865114613862I never did get the hang of the cards. And I thought that would be the end of that, but it wasn’t. A few months after we stopped in the Haven, Muladah had us port in Alassah. And the night before we landed, Nossi pulled me out of the berth and led me to his cabin. “What’s going on?” “Guess we’ll find out together.” “You don’t know? He didn’t tell you?” Nossi shrugged and shook his head. I0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-era-dawns.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Wed, 2 Dec 2009 13:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-2175494072735519848Well ladies and gentlemen, we, your beloved purveyors of the Tale of Jarthen and other sundry tales from the Jarthenverse have reached a turning point in our glorious endeavor. As such, we have decided to elicit your candid feedback on how we ought to proceed. To wit, a response to the following questions would be greatly appreciated:1. If you have read the second draft of the Border Wars book0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_30.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 30 Nov 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-5397503324853468867Turned out his ma weren’t the only family Nossi had in the Haven, and it also turned out that Nossi was probably the worst person to be stuck there with considering my preference fer fading into the background. You got to remember that as far as I knew, Nossi was just some young pirate on the Sinn, right? Just some fella with a bit of magick who seemed to have more than his fair share of luck, 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_23.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 23 Nov 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-8311522537166584153“Hey, Shakhar,” Nossi said, slinging himself around the corner and sticking his head into the hold, glancing around from hammock to hammock to see where I was. I hunkered down a bit more, tired and sore and bitter that he was busting in on what had been a rare quiet moment to myself. “There you are.” “Aye, I’m right here.” Nossi came over and nudged me, sending the hammock swinging to and fro.0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_17.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Tue, 17 Nov 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-2209814754565866160My palms were sweating when I knocked on the door of Muladah’s cabin. The captain’s cabin. No one called him Muladah anymore, not even Nossi and Salir. My instincts had been to keep what had impressed Nossi so much to myself (since it seemed to me to be a fool’s errand to draw attention to myself in the midst of a boatload of pirates), but I’d spent the days after Nossi’s well-meaning attack 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-reporter-found-dead.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:20:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-1431791909497938889Business Reporter Found DeadDes Plaines Daily LedgerNov. 1, 2009In an accident that shocked this small mid-western community, Pavel Dabney Hammelfrond, 46, was found dead in his Des Plaines home this Saturday, the victim of a horrific encounter with a push-mower.Mr. Hammelfrond, who worked as a freelance journalist, sold articles on a wide range of topics including the economy, politics, and AKC 1http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-road-back-jarthen-centric.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 2 Nov 2009 10:00:00 -0500tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-4460366257797159249Being crew is an altogether different sort of thing than being cargo. My days of blending into the background and keeping to myself were over. I ate with them, fought fer a spot of my own in the overcrowded berth, and had a whole mess of duties I didn’t know how to perform foisted on me. And with it came a lot of name-calling and some other less savory punishments when I mucked up those duties0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/whither-jarthen-foundation.htmlauthors notenoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Fri, 30 Oct 2009 12:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-2324211515380886576Whither the Jarthen Foundation?Questions of competence and direction assail the tottering mega-conglomerate.By Pavel Hammelfrond -- Special to Global PostPublished Oct. 29, 2009The Great Recession has shaken the foundations of world capitalism to an extent not seen since the 1930's, sparing none, not even such pillars of the economy as Goldman Sachs, Bank of America, Oscar Mayer, and countless 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-recollection-collected.htmlcollected recollectionsnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-7969006442372537253Matters of the HeartAs I mentioned previously, I did not understand why Mother married Father. Even from the normally rosy perspective of a child, I was unable to comprehend how she could have chosen such a match. They rarely spoke to one another, and when they did it was only to communicate the most banal of information. Indeed, it seemed painful at times for them to be near one another, so 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_26.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 26 Oct 2009 10:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-6281112110056971049After awhile, things got awful tense on the Sinn. The tension was a quiet, slippery thing, one that crept in and settled over everything and left me with the distinct notion that something was off. Not anything I could put my finger on, nothing I could really name, but it was unmistakable. It was like the charge in the air right before a thunderstorm. I tried to ask Tawiri about it, but he 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/collected-recollections-continued.htmlcollected recollectionsnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:32:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-6947746639579141622A Lesson in Intemperance My relationship with my father was not nearly so idyllic as that which I shared with Mother. In many ways I have always felt a certain sense of alienation with regard to the paternal factor of my parental equation. At times, I've felt we could not possibly related, that I had somehow sprung from Mother without inheriting any shred of his own person being. However, with0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_19.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 19 Oct 2009 10:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-8300287674747249739I didn’t take to the ship all that well. ‘Tween the tarks yelling at me fer doing everything wrong like I was s’posed to have known how to keep that hunk of wood afloat somehow before getting sold to the likes of them and the sea-sickness that more or less kept me pressed up against the rail of the deck anytime I was awake I started to suspect that Tawiri and Rofi were right and I wasn’t going 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/collected-recollections-of-sir-atelon.htmlcollected recollectionsnoreply@blogger.com (The Author)Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:09:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-4396932144127519565Greetings dear wanderers of the Jarthenverse! In what many experts are describing as possibly the most ground-breaking discovery in Jarthenology of the past week, the Jarthen Foundation, in conjunction with the Worthis Trust, are proud to present the memoirs of spy, scholar, and man-about-town Sir Atelon Scrudton. Written several years after the conclusion of the Border Wars Trilogy, this work 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-road-back-jarthen-centric_12.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 12 Oct 2009 10:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-4229919997436961614When I came to again, someone was slapping my cheeks. “Come on, Shakhar, come on,” someone said. And then I felt a great wall of water come crashing down on me. I sat up with a start and found myself face to face with some annoyed looking Felin fella who was holding up a lamp and peering at me. There was an empty bucket next to him. Once I got over the shock of it, two things jumped out at 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-road-back-jarthen-centric.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 5 Oct 2009 10:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-1046457457214235904Those two elf fellas never did warm up to me, but they did get me to Opleneer a lot faster than I was expecting. They didn’t have a wagon, but they had a pair of horses and traded off who had to share a saddle with me, which meant I spent a couple of solid weeks on the road stuck behind someone who more or less frowned at me every chance they got. Felt like a long two weeks. They went straight 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-road-back-jarthen-centric.htmljarthen interquelnoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:15:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-4530698936687784962To ease what we here at Jarthen HQ is sure has been a truly arduous wait, here's the first part of a serialized interquel featuring the one and only Jarthen, boy wonder. Because regardless of the fact that we were forced by the demands of plot and pacing to demote him to a secondary character in the books proper, he will always remain the protagonist of our hearts. This novella starts right 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-down-two-to-go.htmlauthors notenoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Wed, 2 Sep 2009 22:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-3117215879001894470So, as of Monday (when we posted the epilogue, which you can read here if you haven't already) we're done posting Book 1. Can you believe it? Isn't that crazy? It took us almost 2 years to the day to get it all up here. End of an era, if you ask me.But the fun doesn't stop there. Oh, no no. Stay tuned, because we're already working on Book 2 and should have some awesome new chapters to 1http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/epilogue-new-beginning.htmlBook I: Epiloguenoreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:00:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-3189413388287560454Under the watchful eyes of the moon, Jarthen walked hurriedly along the rough road. Every now and then, he glanced anxiously over his shoulder to see if anyone was trailing him along the dark, lonely way, but he never dared stop his forward progress. It had been three days since he had left during Glothnafar’s funeral, but part of him still worried that they foolishly sent someone after him. 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-19-aftermath-pt-4.htmlBook I: Chapter 19noreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 24 Aug 2009 11:16:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-227314114350072320"Oh we'll miss yeh so much! I dunna like the looks o' that Pearson chap, seems a might bit terse, that one does," Lem said as Bertronius and McNab loaded their belongings into the carriage that night. "And make sure yeh stay dry too! Nothin' worse than wet shoes on a long journey, my gran says." "Don't worry, Lem, his bite's not half so bad as that affected bark of his. If he gives yeh any 0http://jarthen.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-19-aftermath-pt-3.htmlBook I: Chapter 19noreply@blogger.com (Bee Alisandre)Mon, 17 Aug 2009 12:59:00 -0400tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413804843930216096.post-2609995309889409905A few days passed before Bertronius heard anything about the information that he provided to Sir Atelon and the Black Diamonds. He was a bit nervous that nothing would come of it and that he really hadn't actually discovered anything of use. Finally, on the third morning after his meeting with Scrudton, he heard a knock on the door of their rooms. Bertronius opened it and immediately found a 0