By Rusty Knight
Owerton Challenge Blog:
Trouble in South State
‘Red Phoenix Barge’
September 24, 2016
Autumn 50 Unicorn 3rd Cycle V Succession of King Regeanus the III
Challenge: Issue 105
: Sub-title – Red Phoenix Barge
: A R Klassen
: September 16, 2016
Previously in episode 000 with:
In previous issues of the Owerton blog, we wrote about Dragoman Bloodgrue and Mage Lanis. Our Apprentice Dragoman Bloodgrue is from North Docks, of the Royal City of Mount Oryn. These stories were written from August 2009 to May 2015 as the Owerton Bloodgrue Challenge Blog. Then, my traditional publisher requested that I stop my blogs and any Quantos writings, other than the Dragoman Bloodgrue serial series which I was to write for them. All further blogs and short stories were terminated. I have since then terminated relations with that publisher in December 2015. In January 2016, I reopened the Owerton Challenge Blog, along with writing episodes for the four series: Bard & Dragoman, Dragoman Bloodgrue, Lanis, and Markus, serial series. These are popular, but have not yet reached as popular as the challenge series was.
So, I am returning to the challenge series. I will take three random words granted to me by you, the audience, for each story. In the original Owerton Bloodgrue Challenge series there was a random chronology.
In this new Owerton Challenge series, we will be following a chronological order, with the Morgus serial series, the stories will be starting on the first day of Morgus’ journeyman walkabout from the Mage’s University with the date being: Autumn 50 Unicorn of the 3rd Cycle of the Vth Succession of Regeanus III.
This setting is in the time of the monarch before the king of all of my previous writing’s settings, back by about seventeen years. These new stories take place fourteen years before Regeanus abdicates and then dies. They start fourteen years before King Dolan IV’s reign begins.
In the sci-fi Grean serial series, the stories are set in the 5th Galaxy world setting, they will be starting with a Humar pilot, Terral, looking for a crew for his shadily acquired Class III interstellar exploration ship, the time frame is set in the chronology order of Humar Galaxian Term time starting at:
These are both are different eras, with different characters, being done in the old original challenge format style with the participation by you the audience. THe stories will be 1,500 to 4,000 words in length. I hope you enjoy the Owerton Challenge Blog: Morgus and Grean.
We continue now with Morgus episode E001, on:
Autumn 50 Unicorn 3rd Cycle
Morgus walks to exit through the gate of the Mage’s University along the dark churning shore of the river. The southern breath of the gods whips Morgus’ cloak harshly against his over six-foot tall, two-hundred-pound jalmal body, cooling him off even through the nearly ground length Imvor-red heavy wool cloak.
Cursing in jal, “Seven Hells!” Morgus starts out on his year long journeyman test. This is his walkabout from the Mage’s University to become a journeyman mage. All that the University allowed Morgus to take is what he can carry with him this morning. His mentors believe that he supposedly has no destination, but that is the joke on them. Morgus decided two years ago, that when this time came, he would spend the year surviving somehow in South State, District 13 of the Royal City of Mount Oryn.
He laughs, the Dominnion of Kannoral only has two cities, Mount Oryn and Dendar. Morgus thought about traveling to Dendar which is the trade city. But he threw that idea out, as he has no interest in journeying by barge on the river, and traveling by land to Dendar usually results in death.
Setting one foot in front of the other, he begins his walk to the district of South State, district number thirteen, the city’s southernmost and wildest district, which is several days walking. Today, Morgus is fighting against the unusual fierce south breaths of the gods.
As evening approaches, and the two day-gods begin their descent into the western horizon, Morgus welcomes the sight of an inn a few dozen metres ahead. The bright red and orange sign says in jal script, ‘Talon Inn’.
Spending the night at the Inn, to recover from his ten hours of walking, Morgus sleeps soundly through the night.
Autumn 54 Unicorn
Walking briskly into the Heron Inn in South State, District 13, Morgus has now been in South State for almost two days. The clear sphere overhead with its soft, warm east gods-breath was comfortable for traveling today.
Morgus cheerfully considers that he is almost to his destination; this is his last night on the road for a while. Morgus sits in the tavern relaxing, watching other patrons, and listening to random conversations as he enjoys a particularly good evening meal before sleeping.
Autumn 55 Unicorn
Rising before gods-rise, Morgus is excited. In a hurry, he dresses, and rushes out of his room, skipping morning meal and greeting the morning’s darkness before the two day-gods start their gods-rise. Morgus sets out walking. With the first stage of his early journey almost over, he should arrive at his destination before evening.
The light warm east gods-breath is gentle on his traveling as Morgus walks along with the bustling crowds of Hex Avenue toward the less crowded Drescol Street. Soon turning onto dreary paving stones of Drescol Street. On Drescol Street, Morgus travels northwest to the large stone inn, he recognises the Perch Inn as he arrives. The Perch Inn once belonged to his family before his father died and his mother couldn’t pay the heriot tax. His family had to leave when Morgus was seven. The five surviving family members traveled to Desserman, District 7, where Morgus’ mother passed on when Morgus was twelve.
The Perch Inn hasn’t changed much, unless they added a coat of paint some time ago?
Looking at the large cut-stone front of the building at 1312 Drescol Street, Morgus sighs happily and enters the dim interior of the inn.
Standing at the large dark wooden front desk, Morgus calls out, “Good-day, anyone?”
An octogenarian toymal exits a door that Morgus recalls leads into the inn’s tight office.
The old man feebly says, “Good-day, I’m Toya the Innkeeper. How may I aid you?”
Morgus recalls Toya is the very man who took over from his mother, ‘Odd, how little some things change in life.’ Morgus thinks as he then says coldly, “Master Toya, I would like to rent a room, and have two meals a day, for one season. I’ll pay you now.”
Toya grins eagerly and answers curtly. “Of course, master. That will cost fifteen Flairs.”
Morgus does a quick mental calculation of the rent, and individual meals totaled up. He shakes his head, saying, “I decline Master Toya. I am Mage Morgus. I will pay you nine Flairs, or I will return to the Heron Inn tomorrow, and only stay here the one night.”
Toya smiles and extends his arm to seal the deal. “I’ll take nine Flairs for room four on the second floor, and two meals a day, for one season. Anything else costs extra.”
Chuckling at the unhidden entrapment, Morgus clasps arms, grabbing Toya’s forearm as Toya grabs his and they squeeze and pump their arms twice before releasing.
Pulling free his coin pouch from his belt, which is getting lighter, Morgus lightens it by another nine small gold coins – the Royal Kannoral Flairs – simply known as Flairs. Morgus hands the coins to Toya, whose hand is held out waiting.
Morgus says in a cold voice, “I want clean sheets every six-day and a bath every six-day.”
Toya answers with glee, “Yes, one Dyns each.”
Nodding, Morgus answers in a sour tone. “I’ll go to my room now, and then go to the tavern for my first meal.”
Toya fidgets after excitedly placing the nine coins carefully in the lockbox under the counter of his desk. He replies to Morgus, “I’ll let the staff know: the cook, Lessa, and tavern-servant Pedren. I’ll inform the inn-servant, Erec, so they know you will be using room four.”
Leaving Toya at the desk, Morgus walks up the narrow stairs, climbing to the second floor, and walking down the narrow constricting hall to room four.
Entering the unlocked room four, Morgus discovers that the room has no window. The room contains a single-bed with a feather mattress, a small table, one chair, a hooded lantern, as well as a chest of drawers containing four drawers.
Setting his backpack on the chest of drawers and hanging his cloak on the chair, Morgus leans his quarterstaff in the corner and turns to leave the room. As he leaves, he carefully closes the door.
Arriving in the tavern, Morgus finds all the tables are occupied by at least one person.
Choosing to sit with a mature toymal who is sitting alone, Morgus stands politely next to the table and addresses the man. “Good-day Master. Do you mind if I sit with you to eat my meal?”
The man doesn’t offer a response.
The tavern servant, a thirty-four-year-old jalmal, approaches. The servant is an attractive male with bright medium grey eyes and small but full lips smiling pleasantly. The man speaks to Morgus, “Gods-grace and good fate, Master. Would you be the new renter, Mage Morgus?”
Morgus replies, “Yes, I am. I’m looking to order my meal now, for tonight.”
The man at the table near Morgus, grunts.
The servant says, “I’m Pedren, the servant.” Pedren leaves to fetch Morgus’ meal.
The man utters his first word. “Pirate.”
Morgus says, “Excuse me?”
The man replies, “I know who you are. You’re a pirate from the Calcut crew of the Red Phoenix barge under Pirate Captain Lawyen.”
Morgus sits down, leaning back. Swallowing hard, he stares at the mature man trying to figure out who he is.
The man helps. “You don’t remember me, do you? I’m the barge-wright who used to repair the Red Phoenix. My name is Toaren.”
Morgus’ eyes open slightly wider as he looks at the man with a new awareness. “You’re the Calcut barge-wright? I haven’t been with the Calcut crew since Captain Lawyen died in a freight barge capture, fifteen years ago. I’ve been in the Mage’s University since I turned eighteen. I gave the University my entire booty hoard to get in and to get a royal pardon.”
Toaren spits out, “Scum.”
Morgus asks, “So are we going to have issues?”
Toaren gets up from the table as Pedren sets down Morgus’ plate of food and a mug of ale.
Toaren leaves without further comment.
Morgus says, “Thank you, Pedren.”
To be continued …
Published by Inevitable Unicorn Press
©2016 Rusty Knight
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