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Rek Stoneblade Character Background

ikazuchi — Mon, 05 May 2008 17:00:09 +0000

The skies above the Sword Plains were clear, letting the stars light the village Tzai. The last days of winter had gone to where seasons die and the spring brought frequent rains. Tonight though, the sky was clear and the stars shone brightly. Devos, the green moon, hung low and full in the sky, the waning slivers of her celestial sisters having set hours ago.
Tzai was a small village, by human standards, having fewer than a hundred residents. A barbaric village composed of dozens of yurts and three stone buildings. Dirt paths wound through the village and the smell of horses was thick on the air. A backwater village in the center of plains that no larger nation bothered to claim. To the caldashi though, the half-orcs who ranged the Sword Plains, it was the home of the Gol, their lord and champion, and the Sword Plains was their empire.
North of Tzai, past the yurts, past the horse pens, beyond even the rice paddies and the fields of crops tended by the peasants, lies a circle of blue stones. The stones mark the boundary of Gu Hash Kinnuth, a sacred place which is home to the Monolith of Harmony and Enlightenment. The Monolith is a finger of granite that thrusts itself out of the flat plains as if the earth was reaching for the heavens. Three paces across and almost a dozen paces tall, the monolith is but one of more than a dozen such stone outcroppings like it across the Sword Plains. All are sacred to the caldashi, and tonight, like every night, the monolith burns with ghostly green flames.

“The orzu mulkuth is not a ritual to be undertaken lightly Rek,” Gorsk said, his voice raspy and strong. The shaman looked around the sweat tent at his fellow holy-men and then returned his gaze to the focus of the meeting. Around him, the other shamans muttered their agreement. The young caldashi warrior, Rek, sat cross-legged in the sweat tent and still his head brushed the low ceiling. Large even for a caldashi, thick, ropy muscle and bright tattoos covered Rek’s body and long black hair fell down his broad back. Rek leaned forward, almost pressing his forehead to ground before answering.

“I understand, Ban-shu,” Rek replied, using the shaman’s proper title. “Both my father and master Xioshan believes it is time for me to undertake this task. That my destiny lies at the end.”
“And what of your family, and your duties here among our people?” the shaman asked, raising an eyebrow. Gorsk had been expecting Rek’s father to suggest such an idea, but not the clan’s gu-ron, master of ink and steel. Master Xioshan was old, even by the shaman’s reckoning, and wise in his years.
“My wives will be well cared for by my brother-husband,” Rek answered, forehead still almost touching the dirt floor. “My father is still young, and should anything happen, he still has my older brothers.” Rek raised his head from the ground and stared the shaman in the eye. “Tzai is not my place now.”
“We cannot keep you from undertaking the orzu, Rek, nor would we want to,” Gorsk said. “We only wish to make sure you know the consequences of your actions. If you still wish to undertake the orzu, present yourself at Gu Hash Kinnuth at dusk, three nights hence, and we shall ask the spirits to guide your first steps. Be prepared.” Once again, Rek bowed his head to the ground before answering.
“As you say, Ban-shu.”

The soft clink of chains and the shuffle of footsteps surrounded the Monolith of Harmony and Enlightenment. Rek grunted slightly as the chains tying him to the monolith were pulled taut and then locked. He had brought the chains, as any who attempted the orzu mulkuth. Before him, Lady Sun began to sink beneath the western horizon, painting the skies red and gold. Around him, the holy men prayed as they annointed his body with sacred oils and drew sacred symbols on him with blessed inks. Rek glanced to the left with his eyes, not moving his head for fear ruining shaman Kaluus’s work as he drew the symbol of truth around Rek’s right eye and glanced at Lei-Shai, kneeling in the grasses and watching with a concerned look on her face. Lei-Shai was Rek and Tanik’s oldest wife and she had been selected to watch over Rek as he went through the orzu malkuth.
The shamans finished their work before the sun finished slipping beneath the horizon, and left along with the last rays of sunlight, leaving him alone with Lei-Shai and spirits the dwelled in Gu Hash Kinnuth.
Chained to the monolith, Rek attempted to meditate. He was partially successfully, until the green moon rose into the eastern sky and the monolight began to burn.

The visions lasted three days. He remembered occasionally drinking the water and rice pulp fed to him occasionally by Lei-Shai, but only as vague images, no more real that half-remembered dreams or nightmares. He remembered less of the visions, though he could feel a deep resevoir of determination and will that they had instilled upon him. The fragment he recalled was of the spirits of earth and wind whispering to him, urging him south and west, towards human lands. Why he did not know, but where the spirits sent him, there he would find destiny.

It had been two weeks since Rek had left the cladani. Since then, he had killed two men and a halfling. The men had stolen and eaten his horse. The halfling had told them to. All seemed to be gripped with some form of insanity and Rek had figured justice had also been mercy to them. However, that did leave him walking for the next three days and the weather had gotten progressively worse and worse. By now, the rain created almost deafening cacophany as it came down and struck his jingasa and soaking his leather traveller’s jacket. Before him lay another town, its stone buildings dark shapes in the torrential rain. Rek glanced at the sign along the road and it took him a second to work through the unfamiliar words.
Trask’s Hinge
“An odd name,” Rek rumbled to himself, “and probably full of odd people.” Nodding to himself, Rek entered the town, placing his hand on the hilt of Guulh no Shin Hu ur Tetsu, the Iron Claw of the Celestial Heavens. His father had given Rek the sword before he left Tzai on his shal-hu manak, destiny quest, and just by touching the hilt Rek could hear the faint whispers of spirits. He could not understand them, but their presence comforted him as he stepped up to what appeared to be the town’s inn. Warm firelight glowed from the windows and the noises of gathered people came from within. Rek opened the door and stepped inside.

Science Fiction Setting

ikazuchi — Sat, 03 May 2008 20:45:59 +0000

In the early 21st century, an anonymous person under the handle ‘Captain Gravity’ posted detailed mathematical formula detailing how gravity worked as well as plans for a primitive gravity manipulation machine. The debates in academic circles lasted months. Two years later, the first physical prototype gravity engine was publicly unveiled, assembled by General Electric. The gravity engine, codenamed Archeoptryx, lifted into the South Pacific sky and into the history books where it hovered for almost twelve minutes before settling to the ground. Archeoptryx was a titanium ring wrapped around a faraday cage of rare-earth magnets and thirty-two types of metallic wire. Within the cage was housed both the engine and the massive power supply. The ring was eighteen feet across and the cage was slightly thinner, only fourteen feet.

Eight years of refinement reduced the size of the engine by a meager two feet in both directions and did nothing for the extreme level of power consumption, though the intervening years did generate better methods of power generation. Another three years saw the first launch of a colonization vessel towards the moon, and six more years the first manned exploration vessel towards Mars. Another three years saw the USSV Sky Eagle, the first Haslett class long range exploration vessel begin its voyage to wander our solar system and better understand our cosmic neighborhood.

It didn’t get far.

Near the orbit of Neptune came first contact with extraterrestrials. A squad of forty Soquindus warships interdicted the Sky Eagle’s journey and bombarded it with communications in over eighty languages and dialects. Their message was simple: Don’t leave the solar system. Once the humans of Guinturra, their name for Earth, had established a planetary government capable of speaking for our planet it could petition the Gamedian League for probationary membership. Any attempts to leave the solar system would be obliterated.

End Message.

It has been twenty three years since that ultimatum, and humans are still stuck in earth, resigned to their galactic reservation.

Colony Ship Alpha

ikazuchi — Fri, 02 May 2008 20:22:10 +0000

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but an idea I’ve never read about in any science fiction is the reversal of the classic concept of a colony ship.

The basic premise resides around a race of intelligent extra-terrestrials that have launched their first intergalactic expedition. These aliens have roughly the same level of technology as humans, a little more advanced in some places, a little behind in others, but have geared their country/planet to exploring space much like the United States when Kennedy announced that we Americans would be the first people on the moon.

Now imagine a civilization that after reaching their moon didn’t stop there and instead continued to push onward. Soon after they hit several of their solar system’s planets and then, after years of planning and toil, launch their first colony ship at what they determine to be the closest planet that can sustain their form of life.

Earth.

The colony ship takes over a hundred years to reach earth using some specialized deep space engines. Upon arrival, in our present day, they find the planet they hoped to claim as the first intergalactic colony of their race/country turns out to be inhabited by us. Earthlings. Humans.

Natives.