Lore du Jour ~ Path of most resistance

Photo by John K ~ Path of most resistance

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Here’s to everyone fighting the odds for some higher kind of good. That’s what the Lore is all about.

Apologies to the Borg, but… Resistance is worthwhile.

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Lore du Jour ~ The garden

Photo by John K ~ The garden

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Here’s a snippet from this week’s writing, something that could turn out… frightening!

John Cap did not understand until the woman was upon him.

That’s when he noticed the scar on her forehead, the band of thorns across her brow. A tangled crown or sign of torture. Red, raw brand of a molten ire.

It read like a symbol of something unspeakable, drawn in blood, etched down to the bone.

John Cap was dumbstruck. He watched her glide by. The woman slowed only to catch his eye and whisper seven words of warning.

“Beware the garden. Leave while you can.”

Then she was gone like a leaf on the wind, fallen and yet airborne again.

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Lore du Jour ~ Heaven’s door

Photo by John K ~ Heaven's door

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

If you read my epic farce, the Lore, you’ll soon find that it’s filled with fun puns, quips, and cultural nods. Here’s a case in point from a little vignette that I wrote last week (for the upcoming Episode 7). This passage plays off of the chorus from Bob Dylan‘s classic Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door:

John Cap gawked over Ho-man’s head and watched like a hawk as Fyryx took the rightful seat awaiting him by his loyal council Guard. They saluted. He seemed not to see. In fact he ignored the entire crowd.

The eagle-eyed teen bent the clerk’s near ear. “So, why is he acting like someone died?”

Ho-man replied in a reverent tone. “It’s his prized vell Arrowborne… by all accounts not long for this world and knock-knock-knocking on heaven’s door.” He turned for a glance and saw that the entrance was now covered up with a heavy flap. “Judging by the bit I heard, it sounds as though he broke the news to his nephews. Ayr, Pyr, and Ayron — they’re good lads. Doesn’t seem fair, making them suffer more, after all that their family has had to endure…”

I’ll refrain from any knock-knock jokes (although yours are welcome). But stay tuned for many more doors to the Lore!

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Lore du Jour ~ Storm warning

Photo by John K ~ Storm warning

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Tale of two sentinels tall and strong,
Each one warning of storms to come,
A tower of steel (in Portland, Maine),
A woman named Vaam (from Episode One)…

The young woman spoke again, her words measured, her voice clear and strong. “We bring news of the world and of worlds beyond. Long and far have we traveled to find you, but find you we did. Now there are tales you must hear, tales we must tell, before others find you too.

“A great peril comes to all who yet live — the last children of the morning dew, masters of wood and field, elders of the hearth. We are few. The free, fewer still. And even here in this forbidding wilderness, lost in the heart of a floating land both vast and forbidden… even here where the shores of your island home have forever been under the guard of twin oceans, the seas of Syar and Mer’n… even here, evil comes for us. It comes for you…”

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Lore du Jour ~ Manual labors

Photo by John K ~ Manual labors

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Yesterday I marked another year in my long career as a technical writer, 3.2 decades to be exact. And that is exactly why I write the Lore — to boot the computer and just have fun at something completely different… and human.

For instance, consider the following sample. You won’t find this in a manual!

“When we woke in the morning we all took stock of our new world and each of its wonders. The wood’s edge was lined by a dense stand of arbors — great stately hoaks full of cheek-filling haycorns and tall sweeping swillows as well — leavish trees willing to let us pass. They quickly gave way to a soft, mossy grove that welcomed bare feet and caressed the toes. From there the land rose in a slope just so to form a fine hillock for defenders to hold and for keeping a watch on the wide plain below. Atop of that hillock our peeled eyes found six sibling hillocks all around, each one a little less high and more round but blessed of green pastures for boven to graze with soft sweetgrass for pleasing cheese. And along these verdant, lazy fields flowed a forest lavish and alive, of wildflowers bright by honey hives, of fleshfruit hung low, fat nuts to try, with truffle root for Treasure Pie, and flocks of slow billit to catch and fry. For builder and maker it offered as much, in everwood lumber and limberwood trunks, or stone of all sorts for our roads, huts, and such.

“It seemed to some the Semperor himself had surely made this place — and made it just so to quench all thirst, to fill every want or need… even down to the cold, clear spring that we found just over the high hill’s crest, in a notch just right for settlement. And that’s where we set to making our Keep, by a babbling brook running east…”

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