Muhulda Urswyk – The Truth Behind the Bile

Muhulda Urswyk VintageMuhulda Urswyk is a reporter in the Xaggarene Empire, usually from Sangeron. She claims to have an inside path to the emperor and has a hatred for the Shadow Walkers. She owns and runs The Lock and Key, a publication that spews her particular form of bile (though I haven’t put one out in a while).

I’d meant for Muhulda to put out an edition every month, but time has gotten away from me, and, for some reason, my ability to organize my time has gone the way of the dodo.

I was in the process of creating another edition of The Lock and Key when it dawned on me that I had no idea why Muhulda hated the Shadow Walkers so much. Sure, there are plenty of people in the Xaggarene Empire with prejudice against those of magical blood, but that, alone, didn’t explain it. Not to the extent that she hates this group.

The solution?

Write a story about why Muhulda hates Shadow Walkers.

Below is a snippet from the story. Feel free to comment and make suggestions.

Best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs

http://www.lissadobbs.com

 

The tavern was loud, as usual. I carried yet another tray of Melon Peckers to yet another group of reprobates who had nothing better to do than drink and smoke and pump Crying Smoke into their brains. If they had brains, that is. I wasn’t sure. They surely didn’t act like it.

“Hey, beautiful, wanna let me show you the town?” His words tangled in his mouth and came out in a mush that I only understood because I’d heard it so often.

“Not tonight, darling. I’ve got to fill the generator.” A classic, cliched line, I knew, but, hell, even if he wasn’t scruffy, half biotic, and drunk off his ass, I still wouldn’t want to let him touch me.

“Aw, come now. Give my buddy a break. He’s done had his heart broke.” This one wasn’t any better. A metal plate covered one side of his head, and a lens had replaced his left eye. I could see wires running from the back of his head down into his shirt, and I wondered what other parts he’d had replaced with metal. He was more human than his friend—whose entire right side appeared to be mechanical—but I’d already brought him three hits of Crying Smoke, and that was since middle night.

“I wish I could, but the mister’s waiting at home, and he wouldn’t take too kindly to it.” This was a lie, of course. There was no mister, and there wasn’t likely to be one, but I couldn’t let him know that.

“Leave her alone, guys.” This was the third one of the bunch. He’d consumed far less than his buddies, and his only alteration was a ring in his nose that connected by chain to a stud in his ear. He had a tattoo on his bicep of some kind of symbol, I wasn’t sure what, but, otherwise, he looked nearly respectable.

I mouthed a thank you and high-tailed myself back to the bar. It was almost quitting time, and I was ready to leave. Heck, I was always ready to get out of the place, and I hated myself for having to be there to start with. It wasn’t what I’d wanted to do, and it sure as hell wasn’t what I had spent four years in University for.

I set my tray on the bar and gave the place a look. The brazier still glowed a healthy orange, so I knew it had plenty of coal. The floors were mostly clean, and the oil lamps on the tables still flickered. No one had knocked the armor off the wall tonight. Even the sword, supposedly dating back to the days of the first emperor, Arronax Billinghurst, had been left alone. A good night in the eyes of the Steam Whisper.

“Muhulda, you stayin’ or goin’?” asked the barkeep, who also happened to be the owner. He was an ass most of the time, but, every once in a while, some vestige of a decent person shone through.

“I’m going,” I replied. I glanced back at the table I had just served. “I’ve had enough for one night.”

Bramwell nodded once and didn’t say more, and I took my chance and skedaddled before he had a chance to change his mind.

 

Melon Peckers – Trial and Error

Kiwano FruitI’m a big one on world-building. It is, in fact, one of my favorite things to do. That being the case, I love to come up with recipes for foods and drinks mentioned in my books.

The Melon Peckers and Nutty Fluffies mentioned by Timothy and Justin in Wolf in the Shadow have given me particular issues. I just haven’t been able to come up with anything that seemed like it would work. After all, exotic and ‘not of this world’ or not, I still want them to be edible. Mostly.

I think I’ve finally come up with something that might work for the Melon Peckers.

Ingredients:

1 lb watermelon (seeds removed)

1 kiwano melon (seeds removed)

2 tsp lemon juice

1 c brown sugar

2 tsp cinnamon

1 c club soda

vodka (optional)

mint leaves for garnish

crushed ice

Puree the fruit until smooth. Add lemon juice, cinnamon, and sugar and blend. Add club soda and vodka. Pour over crushed ice and garnish with mint leaves.

This is still in the early phases of development. I’m trying to decide if I want to try it with dragon fruit or not. I think it would be interesting.

If you give it a try, let me know how it turns out.

Best wishes!

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To Give All

Thunderfish Lake Moirena            “Come on, Jiloryn!”   Cahriss called.

Jiloryn waved to her best friend, Cahriss, and turned back to the basket she’d set beside Thunderfish Lake. It was a large basket, larger than the one her father generally sent her to fill up, but Jiloryn had no doubt that, by the end of the day, she’d have it filled with the thunderfish that were such a delicacy in the town of Dustspire in the country of Moirena.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Jiloryn called back. She brushed her greenish-yellow hair behind her fin-like ears and adjusted the thin, tight suit she used for swimming. She sighed as she looked out over the lake, watching the ripples across the water as Cahriss dove under.

Jiloryn shook her head as she considered her chores for the day. Her father always sent her to collect the fish he served in their café in the center of Dustspire. Most of the time she brought Cahriss with her since all of the rusalki needed to spend time in the water to stay healthy.

Jiloryn took one last look around the lake shore then dove into the water. It was chilly, as it was the Season of Dormancy, but it felt like soft velvet against her purple skin. Her gills took over after several minutes, and Jiloryn was able to frolic with Cahriss and the others instead of holding her breath.

Diving beneath the surface was like entering another world. Tall weeds grew up from the bottom of the lake and waved to and fro with the movement of the water. Darkness reigned within the depths of this forest, and Jiloryn found a peace here she couldn’t find anywhere else. The thunderfish darted in and out of the weeds, making their characteristic thunder sound whenever two or more of them gathered. It was like being in a perpetual thunderstorm, something Jiloryn found more relaxing than anything else.

The merfolk of Moirena also made their home here. Unlike those who lived in the elven kingdom of E’ma Thalas, the merfolk of Moirena were a dark people. Their skin was a deep blue, and their eyes tended to have red pupils on black irises. Their teeth were pointed, and their lips were deep crimson to black. Their ears were more like fins, much like Jiloryn’s, and their hair was generally pure black or pure white. They never bothered with clothing, and most were scarred from their perpetual fighting. Still, Jiloryn found most of them to be amicable enough and had even formed a tentative friendship with a couple of them.

Sounds of a fight filtered through the water, and Jiloryn stopped swimming to listen. The water distorted sound, so she wasn’t quite sure where the noise originated, but she knew she didn’t want to swim into the middle of a merfolk battle. Instead, she swam to the surface and bobbed there for a moment while her lungs took over.

Jiloryn surfaced and shook the water from her scarlet eyes. With a sigh of resignation, she climbed from the water and toweled herself off. She sat down in the grass on the shore of the lake for a moment to catch her breath, then she picked up her basket and dove back into the water.

The water pulled against the basket, and Jiloryn struggled with its larger size. She made her way to the northern part of the lake where the thunderfish schooled. Booms reverberated through the water, making it ripple across Jiloryn’s skin. She shivered at the sensation and continued onward.

Thunderfish swam around her in a rainbow of purples and greens. The beauty of the fish took Jiloryn’s breath away, like always, and she nearly cried at the thought of harming them. Still, though, her father had to make a living, and the café’s delicacy was what kept them fed.

Jiloryn sat the basket on the bottom of the lake and simply waited. It was always this way. As thunderfish, as a rule, were not the most intelligent of creatures, it usually didn’t take long for them to get curious enough to swim into the basket. Her father had constructed it in such a way that, once they entered it, they couldn’t escape.

Jiloryn was close to dosing off when a splash from above caught her attention. She jumped and groaned as the thunderfish scattered. Then she looked up to see what had caused the splash.

Something came at her from the surface of the lake. Jiloryn snatched the basket out of the way and swam toward the object. At first it looked like nothing more than a bundle of cloth someone had tossed into the lake, but when Jiloryn swam closer, she saw that it was a dwarf. He was about average height for a dwarf, a little shorter than Jiloryn, with strawberry-blonde hair and freckles on his pale face. He wore black pants and a blue shirt, and his cloak fanned around him like some strange fish’s fin.

Getting Settled Update

2017052295133200_2 (2)The last couple of months have been a bit nuts with my youngest graduating and us moving to another state, one we’d never even visited, but I think most of the craziness is finished, and we’re settling down. I’m hoping this will mean I can get back to writing and getting some kind of regular schedule for the blog.

One of the things I would like to do is work on a new story a bit at a time. This is a YA story with a plot similar to The Little Mermaid, or at least the general idea. You guys will get it in its raw, unvarnished form and are free to comment and make suggestions. I’m also thinking about tossing out a choose your own adventure kind of story. Would anyone be interested in that? Please comment if so.

Any other suggestions of what you would like to see here would be appreciated.

As always, best wishes!

Lissa Dobbs

http://www.lissadobbs.com

 

I Finally Found It

One of the joys of packing to move, the only one, is finding things you thought you’d lost. Those who’ve read my interviews know that I got hooked on writing because of a fourth grade project. Well, I finally found the book, as pathetic as it is. I still can’t draw, but I’d like to think my writing has improved since then. 

Best wishes!

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Writing Update

E'ma Thalas and the Xaggarene Empire VintageWell, I’m not getting a lot done in the writing department. It’s coming up on graduation, and my youngest is leaving high school. I am, however, getting some world building done. I’ve just about completed the history of E’ma Thalas and will soon start on the Xaggarene Empire.

1486 AOP: Tavrinth of the Moonchaser dragon clan carries King Oberon to a forested land. Oberon approves this as the home of the elves and names it E’ma Thalas, which means ‘sacred refuge’ in the original language of the elves. Oberon petitions the Moonchaser clan to transport the rest of the Fair Folk to their new home.

1487 AOP: Letallatos is established as the capital of E’ma Thalas, and the palace is built.

1500 AOP: Oberon sends an expedition under the leadership of Ashiri Cornflower south of the Borderland Mountains. They discover the human tribes.

1520 AOP: Ashiri, angry that Oberon only has scant patrols along the Borderland Mountains, heads east with a group of like-minded elves. They form a small community at the edge of the land, called O’ntheas, which means ‘escape’. This town later becomes Tradespire. The elves there raise bocearc in the plainland south of O’ntheas and heavily guard the path at the end of the Borderland Mountains.

1768 AOP:  A band of humans crosses the Borderland Mountains and attacks the pixie conclave headed by Odile Snowdrop. The conclave is destroyed, and Oberon leads an army of elves and fairies over the mountains. Oberon is killed, and Oberon’s son Ethalar becomes the new Oberon. Titania helps him choose a new Titania before she dies.

I’m in the process of adding all these to the website, which I’ve redesigned. Check it out at http://www.lissadobbs.com.

Random Updates

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Check out the new website design. I’m also adding new content. Some of the history of E’ma Thalas is on the page. I’ll add a little bit a day over the next few days. http://www.lissadobbs.com