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Everything posted by Topher Lydon
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I admit that I am enjoying this one greatly. There is magic in it, but it's very restrained as you will see. It's more about the comradery of the Squires and about Haskal and Darien's father/son dynamic. Tomorrow they reach Constantinople, and the Court of Emperor Alexios. Boy oh boy were there a lot of shenanigans going on in the background to all of this. It was fascinating to research. A lot of the beats in this story are direct and historical. Radoslav takes on the role of Lord Bohemond, while Haskal and Darien take on the role of Lord Tancred. Darien, Val and Lloyd each have thier key role. Darien as the Lieutenant to the army, Val as the Lord of Horse, and Lloyd and his mouse The Squires are just as important, Wylan, Julian, Ashot and Stephen all earn their keep. Ashot is a favourite of mine he's ... fun. Each of them shines in their own ways, and I like their dynamics. They're interesting enough that I am contemplating letting them have a short five or six chapter story of their own... because it would be fun.
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Poor Darien, his squire is now richer than him. It's very bodyguard of him
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Looks like Little Lord Wylan is in a pickle
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Ch6 Wylan woke to the sound of waves and the uncomfortable realization that he had no idea what today would bring. He lay still in the narrow bed, Darien's arm heavy across his chest, Bran's warmth pressed against his legs. The inn room was quiet—no creaking ship timbers, no shouted sailor songs, just the distant murmur of the city waking beyond the shuttered window. For a moment, he let himself pretend this was normal. That waking tangled together with his knight was just..
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no one said "what kind" of gas it was And UK comedy trope is EVERYTHING is a gas leak. Random explosion, gas leak. Devil spawn throwing a rave, gas leak. Andrew Mountbatten Windsor... big gas leak.
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Charlie-2 or better known as Retro-Charlie. The other boy is Matt.
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There at a point where they aren't lying to each other. And we all know Lloyd knows what's up. Because Lloyd always knows. Val suspects. Haskal is mildly grumpy, and Julian is Julian... clueless for now.
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Simon's lovely, next book he's on probation for summoning an Eldritch Horror without a license.
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Do you know where your Shoggoth is?
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It was a typical stop over on the way to Constantinople (reached in two chapters) Messina has one more chapter, King Radoslav yet again, deciding things are one way and no one DARING to correct him.
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One more chapter to go, then:
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Chapter Thirteen: The Forbidden Meatball The Book of Shadows lay open on the floor, inches from Simon's face. Ancient symbols stared back at him—arcane markings, infernal syntax, layers of magical notation that would have taken most scholars years to decipher. The pages fluttered in a breeze that didn't exist, turning themselves as if inviting him to read, to learn, to understand. Simon blinked through his cracked glasses. He should have been terrified. He should
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'cause that's never ever gone wrong And Papa Haskal doing his thing.
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morning welcome to Messina
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Ch5 The first thing Wylan noticed was the heat. It hit him the moment he stepped off the gangplank—a wall of warmth so thick and foreign that he actually stopped walking, caught off guard by it. After weeks of gray skies and cold sea spray, this was something else entirely. This was the sun, pressed down like a heavy hand, carrying smells he couldn't begin to sort. Spices. Hundreds of them, sharp and sweet and earthy, layered over each other until they became a single
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It's funny, my Squires all fall into a traditional DnD party purely by chance Julian - Ranger Stephen - Cleric Ashot - Rogue Lloyd - Fighter Wylan - NECROMANCER (Joking) Rather fun watching them do their thing
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I just finished book two, The Holy Lance of Antioch which covers the most brutal stage of the crusade, and by far the most insane stretch. 139000 words, 26 chapters. It is proving very challenging to write, but I am enjoying it. My first foray into historical fantasy.
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his poor bottom once Matt gets a hold of him.
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Simon's got a bone to pick with her, stuffing his favourite boyfriend full of chocolate! The nerve, and it's Simon who is going to have to deal with Chocolate covered kisses from a hyperactive, sugar rushing Matt. Nope, he's done with her crap now.
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We all know Little Simon's destined for a life in the Ministry of Occult, he's got civil servant written all over his destiny. That is, if his secret Warlock side doesn't have him take over the world. (Not that Matt would let him, Matt is of the impression that would be too much work, not enough snuggle time)
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They pissed off Simon... oh dear.
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Chapter Twelve: The All Is Lost Moment The church loomed before them like a waiting beast. Charlie led the way, Simon at his side, Chloe and Gregory close behind. Matt brought up the rear, still buzzing from their bicycle adventures, his face flushed with adrenaline and what might have been actual joy. The pink dome pulsed overhead, but it felt different now—weaker, yes, but also more focused, as if all that power was being drawn inward toward a single point. The streets aro
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Eight inches of penetration.
