Tag: fantasy

“So what are you going to do now?”  Asked Silver as he hung onto the bottom of the car smoking.  

“I don’t know,” Dontarius paused.  He stared up at the tubes that ran across the bottom of the train.  He listened as humans or some creatures talked in English to his right.  

“What kind of world is this?  What am I going to see when I roll out from the bottom of the train?”  

Silver shimmered.  His figure was translucent and faded where it met the sun.  He let go of the train and fell slowly to the rocky rail bed.  He took in a breath from the cigarette and blew it out.  

“The world feeds of the souls of the dead.  What are you expecting?”  

“I came from the world of the living.”

“Right…” Silver replied, “…and your expectations are that the world is covered in incorporeal beings like me.  Translucent spectres that roam the world without purpose.  I’ve been dead a while so my memory of life is fading but I recall some of the stories of death.  The bright light, they called it.  Well, that my friend is the train.  The Spirit of the Dead has been running since before the Maker created our existence.  The world, is covered in matter and life but the souls are transferred and collected throughout the territories.  Many are used up to power the technology.  Where they go after that I have no clue.”  

Dontarius struggled above the rocks but his thoughts wandered to the mission of finding his wife.  He lost her twenty-four hours ago.  He saw the spirit of his wife step from her body and walk out the back of the house.  Dontarius followed his wife’s spirit to the train.  The monstrous engine pushed through the trees behind the house.  The light above the engine blurring all sight of his wife.  Dontarious followed other spirits appearing beside him into the wooden train car.  

“Hey,”  Silver shouted jolting Dontarius from the memory.  

“You’re not the first one to hop on the train.  Human’s like you are still rare around here.  Mainly because you are hunted by every creature walking the territories of Serching.  To answer your question you are lying in Black Fog Downs.  It’s in the territory of King Mor.  The Spirit of the Dead covers the three territories of Qiull.  Morland, Lau and the Realm of Corpses.  Not really all that dark and spooking but the Realm of Corpses holds the prison of Noone.  A terrifying place to even mention and I’ve never been there.  The population survives off of rumor and superstition.  It’s not friendly but it’s home.”  

The train began to hiss.  The train cars shuffled slightly.  “Your search will be short if you don’t figure something out soon.”  

Dontarius searched and crawled toward the large ramp that helped the centaur enter the train car.  He entered the dark crevice and within moments the ramp was lifted and moved.  Dontarius watched as the cars passed in front of him.  The ramp then turned revealing a massive line of cars.  Some storage and built with wooden planks and others rounded passenger cars.  

“If my wife is one of the precious she may be within the passenger cars.  I have to get there,” he thought but the ramp turned away from the train and was placed near a small station on the right.  

“There is no guarantee of that,” Silver quipped from a corner.  

“Guarantee of what?”  

“You wife, she may already be dispersed into the atmosphere.  Only the precious have a physical presence here.”  

Dontarius stared at Silver insulted by the abrupt invasion of his thoughts.  

“Your thoughts are loud as obnoxious as a bull minotaur.”  

When Dontarius recovered he spat, “she is precious.  She has to be.  Why would I be allowed to follow her to the train.  She will have a physical presence.”  

“Well, you’re going to miss your train.”  

The engine whistle blew.  The operator flickered and the engineer took his seat within his car.  The train cars all shifted as the brakes were tested.  The remaining ramps were removed and placed next to the one Dontarius lay in.  

Dontarious left the ramp and darted forward.  He lept from the edge of the station as he heard shouting behind him.  He bolted through thick trees and made his way toward the passenger cars.  he looked back to see a group of centaur standing at the station but they did not move.  The rain above the trees leaked through the thick branches leaving mirror-like puddles between them.  Dontarius stepped through them.  His shoes dampening but soon the train disappeared into darkness.  

Dontarius slowed then stopped after the trees disappeared and the darkness surrounded him.  

“Hello!”  

A light appeared then others till a hallway appeared.  

There is the forest of Narcissus and the prison of Somename I don’t know but what is sitting outside the train. A field of corn? A field of grass… if I look at our world a train sits on a bedrock of stone upon a small hill. Beneath that hill sits civilization.. maybe I should just write this and post it as a blog.. it doesn’t really matter what you write for NaMo just the wordcount. I have to remember this is a writing exercise and not a mandate to write a final product that I can push out on December 1st.

I am having a hard time moving ahead.  I don’t really have a world.. Serching is not a name I’m even really happy with.  I don’t know here maybe Covington?  It’s life after death.

The world of built of the transportation of the dead.  Souls from Earth or our realm are picked up by the train and moved to the world of Serching.. I really need a name.. This is becoming irritating.

Ok, here’s my deal.. I’m going to close my eyes and randomly pick seven names for Seventh Sanctum name generator.

WTH kind of names are State of So and so or Devil’s Realm.. I’m looking for something else here.

Tiny Hard Penguins Realm?  Seriously.. seriously…lol

Grim Computer City?

Ok, Fantasy Name generator website.. your turn and I have one.

• Black Fog Downs
  • A “down”, singular, is a hill, of variable steepness
• Sparrows Woods
• Dying Salt Plains
• Country of Quill
• Empire of Mor
• hmm… the Realm of Corpses
• Prison of Corpses

The Bunker of People that Fly like Birds

So if I have an Empire of Mor than I need an emperor of Mor.

Emperor Lau – Evil emperor or is that too much.. I don’t know if I can do an evil emperor.

Now there is a war between the flighted humans and the non.. so maybe Emperor Lau can be the leader of the non flyers but humans are rarely seen in the country of Quill.  They have been chased from the country so that put a wrinkle into the all powerful emperor.

The flyers which if I follow my word above will be called.. ummm.. I’ll have to pick some more names..

— the Charrya, flying humans, have become quite powerful.  They could have a powerful king.  King Gothra, first of the flyers, born in Bergum.  Bergum is a large city built from the salts of the Dying Salt Plains.  It would be unnatural to see a city with the salts of a Plain.. I would think the salt would cause many problems.

So I have something now just by forcing the words to leave my fingers. It’s barely legible but it’s something.  Still do I know what Dontarius is looking at?

I think I do.

Meet the Black Fog Downs.. a series of hills wrapped by a darkness or fog.

Dontarious stares upon the Downs from the train track.  There is a long drop to a flat piece of land.  Followed by the Forest of Narcissus.  Once with the forest Dontarious must follow the train to find his wife but reflective ponds delay him by reflecting images back to him.

So map this out Matthew… post the results later then we can move the story ahead.

“Follow me.”

Dontarius followed Silver till a chill stopped him.  It froze his legs in place for seconds.  He began to recall foriegn memories about a man walking a dog.  The atmosphere around the man was peaceful.  Above the man Dontarious could see creatures flying.  The creatures blotted out a large portion of the sky.  They pushed up and down large black wings outside a slender frame.  A scream interrupted the peace and people began running.  Dontarius could hear the sound of something collapsing around him then the memory left him.   

Dontarius was returned to the world and the train car.  The apparition, named Silver was gone.  Dontarius searched the nearly empty train car for a place to hide.  A stack of boxes sat in the corner on the left side of the car.  There was a little space behind the boxes but it would have to do.  Dontarius squeezed into the space as the door on the car began to open.  He watched through small partitions in the boxes as a man stood outside the train.  

“Can I get a ramp here?”  He shouted.  Within minutes someone pushed a wooden ramp up to the train car and the man began to climb up.  This man was only half man.  The bottom half, below the chest, was from a horse.  

“A centaur?” Dontarius said quietly.  

“There is nothing in this car…” the centaur shouted, “but a couple stray souls.  They are like insects that will not leave you alone.”  

The centaur swatted at the air then turned to leave.  

“Wait!  I smell something familiar.”   

The centaur stomped a foot upon the wooden floor then began to walk toward the boxes.  Dontarius waited and watched as the centaur approached.  The large beast stood over the boxes and looked but something pulled Dontarius.  The first tug pushed him against the wooden side of the car but the second pulled him down and under the train.  The action was painless, except for the lack of blood flow and the tingle.  The wood floor was still intact as Dontarius clung to the bottom of the car.  He could hear the tapping of the hooves as the centaur as he moved the boxes above.  

“These boxes have been here forever.  The food is rotten.  Send a crew in here to remove these and throw them to the dogs… and clean up this mess on the floor.  I just got back from the farrier with new shoes.”  

The centaur tapped hard upon the floor and Dontarius lost his grip.  He fell upon the rocks within the railroad track.  The apparition, named Silver, turned and smiled.  He clung to the bottom of the train but then began to float downward and next to Dontarius.  

“Thought I forgot you, did you?”  

Silver took another puff of a cigarette.  

“You could’ve told me.”  Dontarius whispered.

“That’s no fun, now is it?”  

Dontarius listened as the centaur stopped stomped down the car ramp.  He then rolled over as scooted out from under the train.