Picked up some last minute hours, turn in tonight around 11ish

Smoke-like clouds eclipsed the moon, casting shadows across the riverbed below. A darker shadow moved steadily upstream, boy sized and carrying only a wrapped bundle tied to his lower back. Black pitch covered his body, etched with spiral designs and dominated by a massive cedar-needle "tree&qu...

ahh...sounds about right.

but I'm stoked to use the Trial, I think it came out great.

bitchin.

it wasn't specified in the story, but my Sanctuary, the First Cedar, is in the Crown.

As one, the Approval was heard. Green color shot across the emptiness. Aurora, viscous, serpentine. Forms flowed back and forth, fluid and bright; shining against the total, complete, darkness. Across dimensions, finally reaching a world. Drawn from their path, the stream across the Verse, the forms...

For this trial I was heavily influenced by the author AA Attanasio.

Tried to keep it simple since I'll have a chance to write a longer story later. Nonfiction isn't my strong point. heh

The plane of energy, a place of pure light moving at speed. (Radix) The plane of existence, mostly empty, but scattered with condensed slow-light. (Acropolis) Slow-light is a delicate balance of bonds and repulsion that results in a stable form. Larger nodes of slow-light (Galaxies, Stars, Planets, ...

For some reason I can't see the Stories thread now. But I've been having some critical errors for the Watch as well so... I will temporarily post this here until I can see the stories thread again.\ Gosh....I wonder how tall... "Grandson!" At the call from his Grandfather the boy was torn ...

Gosh....I wonder how tall... "Grandson!" At the call from his Grandfather the boy was torn away from his beloved Tree. He rolled and fell from his favorite ledge, the one with an uncluttered view of the sky. The light was dim, filtered through the cedars outside the stone walls. A sandy b...

Grandson's firebow. (forget the boots...heh)

Thats great Syl!

My life has been changing a lot, and I was eagerly looking forward to the next turn so I could submit again. This is even better!

Thanks a lot.

Chanting villagers surrounded the pyre. Two bodies carefully wrapped in cedarbark bindings and painted with the ancient symbol of the first Tree rested on top. The clearing reeked of the cedar-syrup soaking the wrappings. Sickly-sweet and oily, smelling of Cedars and other , the golden liquid seeped...

The boy stood illuminated in the clearing. He looked to the Crown far, far above. His Grandfather had noticed the boys constant Treegazing...he would need to be educated. And soon. Before the aging man was a patch of dry soil circled with small stones. To one side was a pile of sticks sorted by leng...

Turn sent! Hopefully this doesn't backfire...haha

The Stump i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb85/father_goose19/gorge.jpg "Come along, come along. It's not wise to cross the gorge in ignorance." the Grandfather surveyed the sky as he approached, striding ankle deep in a pebbly stream. Behind him the Grandson absentmindedly Treegazed, holding...

Syl wrote:the gods are actually a part of the world (often literally).

This is what's intriguing me the most.. it's an exciting way of playing.
. I think I've got an idea worked out.

Wow that last one is going to be great!
Turn sent.

"Baskets? You've got to be kidding me! See that guy over there?" A man in a woven cedar bark skirt was chatting with a woman whose hair was slicked down with grey mud. Behind the woman were thirty or forty wicker baskets, strong looking and made of different colored reeds, arranged in plea...

“Where do the cedars come from?” *clink* The boy looked at his elder, upside down, from where he lay. “Mmm?” “Where are the cedars from?” *clink* The boy cranked his neck further to peer better at a man working stone. His face was wrinkled, deeply pocked, and crisscrossed with small scars. Moving hi...