Post by tinalynge on Oct 20, 2014 22:27:59 GMT 10
Title: The God's summon
Rating: PG
Warnings: Swearing / violence equal to Tamora Pierce's works - New character main plot. It is multi chapters, and pretty long.
Summary: Eleanore keeps dreaming about some people living in a country called Tortall. She sets out on a quest to figure out who they are - and who she is.
Notes: So I have been stalking this forum for quite some time, and recently reread all TP's works. When I finished, this story just popped out of nowhere. It is completely inspired by the realm of Tortall, so I am uploading it as a fanfiction. It is really quite long, but I will upload a chapter at a time, as I kinda need to rewrite a lot of what I made earlier. I hope you will take the time to read it through and give me comments, as I am writing some stories of my own as well
Chapter 1, Setting out:
It was a humid summer. Not a warm one, but then again it never got warm this close to the Roof of the World. The year was 464, King Jonathan the IV’s twenty-fifth year of reign. Eleanore had been travelling for quite some time looking for a town, in which she could sell her jewellery, and hopefully figure out what to do with her life. And what to do about those dreams she kept having. She had to write them down on paper, she did not know why, but she could feel it was important. They kept reoccurring every night, and now they started haunting her during the day. She had not brought any ink and paper with her from her old village in the mountain village. She kept trying to get find heads and tails of her dreams. It was different peoples lives that she kept dreaming about. They all lived in Tortall. No one from her old village knew of this place, however as she had met other travellers they would tell her it was a country close to the sea. She kept feeling an uncontrollable urge to go there. The names kept appearing. Allanna. Jonathan. Veralidaine. Numair. Keladry. George. Alianne. Who where they, and how could she dream the same things over and over again.
In late afternoon she reached a lonely inn. Here she traded a gold necklace for some food, a warm bath, a bed and a horse. She had no money, but she had plenty of gold and jewels in her bags. She had brought everything from the old temple with her. The innkeeper did not ask where such a young woman had the valuables from, nor did he care, as long as he got his payment, and this time he had been paid very well for the services he had given.
Eleanore ended up in her room, and found paper and ink on a small table. These were most likely to write letters on, but she went and started writing the story of Alanna of Trebond. A young girl, who went to the castle, and disguised herself as her brother. She kept writing long into the night and did not stop, before the sun came up, where she eventually passed out from fatigue. She decided to stay in the inn for a bit longer, bought more ink and paper and paid with a diamond from her bags. She decided two weeks would be safe. She could not afford to stay any longer the villagers might be looking for her, after all that had happened, and she was a sitting duck, if she did not keep moving.
The two weeks went by quickly, the innkeeper did not notice the girl, who only came out to eat and to ask for water for baths. She was obsessed with writing, and spend every possible hour at her desk. When she left the inn after two weeks she had four sets of books in her bags. One was the story of Alanna of Trebond, who had followed her life as a knight, the second was of Veralidaine and her life and the return of immortals, then there were four books about Keladry of Mindelan and her part in the Scanran war, and then finally two books of Alanna’s daughter Alianne. Eleanore was still not sure why she had to write these books, or whom these people were, but after finishing she had felt like a huge load had been lifted from her shoulders. However she had to go to Tortall. The more she wrote the more she could feel it. At least it was far away so hopefully she could be safe there.
After a few weeks she arrived at the city of Rachia. It had been mentioned in one of the books, but she had never expected it to be this grand. There were people everywhere, and sounds were overwhelming. The shops were a mixture of outdoor stalls and indoor displays. It was scary for a woman who had lived all her life locked up in a temple, and then only met the odd traveller on the way here. However she did not have time to fret, she had to sell her jewellery before it got stolen, so that she could move on to the next part of her journey. The country was doing well, there did not seem to be much hostility towards the K’mirs, and the shops were all looking well kept. Eleanore found a boy, who led her to the jeweller’s guild. She stepped in, scared that she had to actually speak with someone, however she needed this. She had to stop being scared, no one knew who she was, and even if they did, they would be more civilised than to believe the lie her mother had been feeding to the old village.
“Ahem” Eleanore turned around, scared of what she might find, but saw an elderly gentleman sitting at a table. He looked kind.
“Come here young girl, I can help you, if you wish to see the value of your heirlooms”
“I.. I came to sell some items my mother left me.” She answered with a very low voice. She walked towards the man. Forcing on feet in front of the other. She did not like humans. Nor did she like animals or other loud things. Ideally she would be in a small house or room all alone, not needing to interact with anything. But then again she had to know, if these people from Tortall were real, and to do that, she had to speak with this man. She put the bags on the counter.
“I need to ask you some questions, I hope you understand.” The man said apologetic, as he put a glass orb on the table.
“Did you steal these from someone?” he started
“No.” the voice was trembling, but inside the glass a green smoke appeared.
“I see. Do you plan to invest into illegal business with the money received from these items?”
“No!” she said, shocked, but still with a very low voice. Again the smoke turned green
“Do not worry my dear, it is just our policy to ensure that we cannot buy from people who might cause trouble in our country. It will be bad for business you see.” He was quiet for a bit.
“Show me the items, and I will give you a fair price for them.” He looked at every single piece, and kept writing numbers on a piece of paper next to him. After what felt like a day he finally looked up.
“These items are very high quality. They are from all across the world, and are really quite valuable. However there is some very typical temple items in here. If these somehow were stolen from a temple then there is no way we can sell or buy them. The gods does not approve of stolen offerings” He looked very serious. Eleanore swallowed, she had to explain.
“My mother was a priestess. She was the only clergy in our temple dedicated to the Mother of Mountains. I got these from her” There was no lie, and the smoke slowly turned green. The elderly gentleman seemed satisfied.
“I will buy it all. Please wait.” He waved his hand and a young boy came running.
“Get this amount from the treasury, as quickly as possible” he ordered. The young boy looked at the note, went slightly pale, but bowed and left.
“It is the highest amount we have spend for a very long time” he explained “However, we do not pay full price, which I am sure you understand. You will get a fair and decent price, we still need room for profit.” Eleanore nodded. It made perfect sense, and she would be happy to have coin rather than gems and bracelets. The boy came rushing back, with a large wooden box. The gentleman took up the box, and slowly counted the gold nobles. Eleanore was shocked. The amount of money in the box was unbelievable. After an hour the elderly gentleman handed the box to Eleanore
“You better keep the box. If I were you, I would go to the store next door. They charge one gold noble, however they will insure that only you will be able to open this box, and that if others look inside while you have it open, they will not see a thing. The price I have paid for these items” he waved at the jewellery, “is six thousand, eight hundred and four gold nobles. You have become a very wealthy girl my friend,” he said with a smile. Eleanore stammered her thanks, ran next door, and did just as she was suggested. Now she should have enough money to get to Tortall she thought. She had never had to deal with money before, but that elderly gentleman had called her rich so it should be enough to get there.
Eleanore went to the harbour, and started asking around for a ship that took passengers towards Tortall. She went there day after day, from sunrise to sunset she would ask around, and one day a merchant ship appeared. It was heading for Port Caynn, and she bought herself a ticket. Finally she was on here way towards what was calling out for her.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Swearing / violence equal to Tamora Pierce's works - New character main plot. It is multi chapters, and pretty long.
Summary: Eleanore keeps dreaming about some people living in a country called Tortall. She sets out on a quest to figure out who they are - and who she is.
Notes: So I have been stalking this forum for quite some time, and recently reread all TP's works. When I finished, this story just popped out of nowhere. It is completely inspired by the realm of Tortall, so I am uploading it as a fanfiction. It is really quite long, but I will upload a chapter at a time, as I kinda need to rewrite a lot of what I made earlier. I hope you will take the time to read it through and give me comments, as I am writing some stories of my own as well
Chapter 1, Setting out:
It was a humid summer. Not a warm one, but then again it never got warm this close to the Roof of the World. The year was 464, King Jonathan the IV’s twenty-fifth year of reign. Eleanore had been travelling for quite some time looking for a town, in which she could sell her jewellery, and hopefully figure out what to do with her life. And what to do about those dreams she kept having. She had to write them down on paper, she did not know why, but she could feel it was important. They kept reoccurring every night, and now they started haunting her during the day. She had not brought any ink and paper with her from her old village in the mountain village. She kept trying to get find heads and tails of her dreams. It was different peoples lives that she kept dreaming about. They all lived in Tortall. No one from her old village knew of this place, however as she had met other travellers they would tell her it was a country close to the sea. She kept feeling an uncontrollable urge to go there. The names kept appearing. Allanna. Jonathan. Veralidaine. Numair. Keladry. George. Alianne. Who where they, and how could she dream the same things over and over again.
In late afternoon she reached a lonely inn. Here she traded a gold necklace for some food, a warm bath, a bed and a horse. She had no money, but she had plenty of gold and jewels in her bags. She had brought everything from the old temple with her. The innkeeper did not ask where such a young woman had the valuables from, nor did he care, as long as he got his payment, and this time he had been paid very well for the services he had given.
Eleanore ended up in her room, and found paper and ink on a small table. These were most likely to write letters on, but she went and started writing the story of Alanna of Trebond. A young girl, who went to the castle, and disguised herself as her brother. She kept writing long into the night and did not stop, before the sun came up, where she eventually passed out from fatigue. She decided to stay in the inn for a bit longer, bought more ink and paper and paid with a diamond from her bags. She decided two weeks would be safe. She could not afford to stay any longer the villagers might be looking for her, after all that had happened, and she was a sitting duck, if she did not keep moving.
The two weeks went by quickly, the innkeeper did not notice the girl, who only came out to eat and to ask for water for baths. She was obsessed with writing, and spend every possible hour at her desk. When she left the inn after two weeks she had four sets of books in her bags. One was the story of Alanna of Trebond, who had followed her life as a knight, the second was of Veralidaine and her life and the return of immortals, then there were four books about Keladry of Mindelan and her part in the Scanran war, and then finally two books of Alanna’s daughter Alianne. Eleanore was still not sure why she had to write these books, or whom these people were, but after finishing she had felt like a huge load had been lifted from her shoulders. However she had to go to Tortall. The more she wrote the more she could feel it. At least it was far away so hopefully she could be safe there.
After a few weeks she arrived at the city of Rachia. It had been mentioned in one of the books, but she had never expected it to be this grand. There were people everywhere, and sounds were overwhelming. The shops were a mixture of outdoor stalls and indoor displays. It was scary for a woman who had lived all her life locked up in a temple, and then only met the odd traveller on the way here. However she did not have time to fret, she had to sell her jewellery before it got stolen, so that she could move on to the next part of her journey. The country was doing well, there did not seem to be much hostility towards the K’mirs, and the shops were all looking well kept. Eleanore found a boy, who led her to the jeweller’s guild. She stepped in, scared that she had to actually speak with someone, however she needed this. She had to stop being scared, no one knew who she was, and even if they did, they would be more civilised than to believe the lie her mother had been feeding to the old village.
“Ahem” Eleanore turned around, scared of what she might find, but saw an elderly gentleman sitting at a table. He looked kind.
“Come here young girl, I can help you, if you wish to see the value of your heirlooms”
“I.. I came to sell some items my mother left me.” She answered with a very low voice. She walked towards the man. Forcing on feet in front of the other. She did not like humans. Nor did she like animals or other loud things. Ideally she would be in a small house or room all alone, not needing to interact with anything. But then again she had to know, if these people from Tortall were real, and to do that, she had to speak with this man. She put the bags on the counter.
“I need to ask you some questions, I hope you understand.” The man said apologetic, as he put a glass orb on the table.
“Did you steal these from someone?” he started
“No.” the voice was trembling, but inside the glass a green smoke appeared.
“I see. Do you plan to invest into illegal business with the money received from these items?”
“No!” she said, shocked, but still with a very low voice. Again the smoke turned green
“Do not worry my dear, it is just our policy to ensure that we cannot buy from people who might cause trouble in our country. It will be bad for business you see.” He was quiet for a bit.
“Show me the items, and I will give you a fair price for them.” He looked at every single piece, and kept writing numbers on a piece of paper next to him. After what felt like a day he finally looked up.
“These items are very high quality. They are from all across the world, and are really quite valuable. However there is some very typical temple items in here. If these somehow were stolen from a temple then there is no way we can sell or buy them. The gods does not approve of stolen offerings” He looked very serious. Eleanore swallowed, she had to explain.
“My mother was a priestess. She was the only clergy in our temple dedicated to the Mother of Mountains. I got these from her” There was no lie, and the smoke slowly turned green. The elderly gentleman seemed satisfied.
“I will buy it all. Please wait.” He waved his hand and a young boy came running.
“Get this amount from the treasury, as quickly as possible” he ordered. The young boy looked at the note, went slightly pale, but bowed and left.
“It is the highest amount we have spend for a very long time” he explained “However, we do not pay full price, which I am sure you understand. You will get a fair and decent price, we still need room for profit.” Eleanore nodded. It made perfect sense, and she would be happy to have coin rather than gems and bracelets. The boy came rushing back, with a large wooden box. The gentleman took up the box, and slowly counted the gold nobles. Eleanore was shocked. The amount of money in the box was unbelievable. After an hour the elderly gentleman handed the box to Eleanore
“You better keep the box. If I were you, I would go to the store next door. They charge one gold noble, however they will insure that only you will be able to open this box, and that if others look inside while you have it open, they will not see a thing. The price I have paid for these items” he waved at the jewellery, “is six thousand, eight hundred and four gold nobles. You have become a very wealthy girl my friend,” he said with a smile. Eleanore stammered her thanks, ran next door, and did just as she was suggested. Now she should have enough money to get to Tortall she thought. She had never had to deal with money before, but that elderly gentleman had called her rich so it should be enough to get there.
Eleanore went to the harbour, and started asking around for a ship that took passengers towards Tortall. She went there day after day, from sunrise to sunset she would ask around, and one day a merchant ship appeared. It was heading for Port Caynn, and she bought herself a ticket. Finally she was on here way towards what was calling out for her.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!