potty of the Crescent Moon generator Saladin Ahmed has fallen on some rough metre , and yesterday he put up a blog C. W. Post call for for some supporter . ( He pronounce he ’s already get enough support in the 24 hours since that post run short up , but it ’s never a regretful matter to help oneself more . ) And because Ahmed ’s a full rockstar , he move over hoi polloi a payoff in advance for pitch in : a brand new steel - and - black magic poor story , in the venous blood vessel of classical Conan .
What is best in life ? Rabbit women , warriors and priests , broach the stronghold of the Hireguards !
Top image : Rabbit Year byWenart on Deviant Art .
In any slip , “ Iron Eyes and the Watered - Down earth ” is the most fun indication cloth we ’ve come across in years . Definitely give it a read — and if you like it , there ’s still a Paypal reference there , to get you show the author your grasp . Here ’s how it start :
Zok Ironeyes star at the tilecard table before him and imprecate softly as Hai Hai prate down the Dragoness roofing tile with a glee grunt .
Hai Hai looked up from the table and interlace her shining black eyes on the innkeeper , her nose and vibrissa twitching . The scraggle - haired , red-faced faced gull annul Hai Hai ’s regard with the shame of a man who ’d been caught asterisk . Zok could n’t blame the innkeeper ’s curiosity . The valet de chambre had probably see only a smattering of rabbitmen in his animation , for few of Hai Hai ’s people ever made it this far south . But if the owner of the laughably - named King ’s Crest Inn did n’t watch himself , he was like to get his nose break at least . Hai Hai was n’t one to luxuriate untraveled hayseed ’ gawking .
“ This innkeeper ai n’t more careful with his stares , he ’s gon na find himself smile that swindler ’s smile with only half a human face , ” she said . Her furry , four - finger mitt drifted to the hilt of one of her twin sabers as she peered sceptically into the hammered - brass soft touch before her . “ And if this is dependable Rubywine , then my forefather was a bally Charles James Fox - lord . ” Her hand left her sword and pulled at the pink - tinged end of one white capitulum . “ Thousand - gods - maledict hick and their thousand - divinity - damned dye wines , ” she croak before looking up to level a aweary regard at Zok . “ We need to drop our spoils in a material city again , Zok . I ’m sick to destruction of these pathetic little junk - bucket shithole townsfolk . Not informal enough to be a village , not busy enough to be a city . And where in the three hellhole is that non-Christian priest of ours , anyway ? ”
Zok shrugged . “ This is where the four fickle gods of the route have led us . And I ’m sure Mylovic will be here soon , ” he read , only half - listening . He eyeball the tilecard table again and saw that he was chouse . Hai Hai had put the Dragoness into shimmer as before long as Zok had used up all his Knight cards . A better histrion might have squirm his way out of such a street corner , but Zok had play enough game against Hai Hai to know that was n’t run to take place .
Check out the rest at the link . [ Saladin Ahmed ]
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