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Vanagard Funded – Big Thank You

Posted in Norse Mythology, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Vanagard with tags , , , , on September 22, 2017 by Chall

Actually, it was funded a week ago. I haven’t gotten to posting this yet because, well, I’ve been putting the finishing touches on the rules.

The amount of support we got in the last 48 hours was mind-boggling, I was blown away. Thank you so much to everyone who backed, shared, and playtested. I’m humbled and honoured.

The game’s nearly complete, I’ve put my heart into it and hope it’ll be worthy of the help I’ve received.

Once the game is out, I fully plan demo it in as many stores that’ll have me in Ottawa. I also hope to run Vanagard in Cobourg, Peterborough and Toronto.

As for the Youtube channel and podcast, I’ll keep at it. There are three stories up, I hope to get twelve. I want to make a worthy mythic cycle for this game.

So, I’ll be busy, but that’s not a bad thing at all. 😀

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Vanagard: The Vanir

Posted in Fate of the Norns, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Vanagard, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on August 29, 2017 by Chall

Stanza 23 – Voluspo – Poetic Edda

On the host his spear | did Othin hurl,
Then in the world | did war first come;
The wall that girdled | the gods was broken,
And the field by the warlike | Wanes was trodden.

This above snippet recalls a time when walls of Asgard fell and the Aesir faced an elemental, unrelenting force… ages before Ragnarok. The Giants had nothing to do with this. These mighty ones, these warriors strong enough to face the Aesir, were the Wanes, also known as the Vanir, also known as the old gods. I can picture it: Ancient Njord striding forward, an entire ocean roaring behind him. Golden haired Frey throwing his sword and it spinning like a buzzsaw seeking blood. Beautiful and terrifying Freya, charging in her chariot, drawn by giant cats, with an army of specters riding close behind. Standing on the wall Odin, young and full of strength; he will survive the crumbling walls to wreak havoc on the foe. At his side his blood brother Loki, a cruel smile on his face, ready to assume a thousand forms each more deadly than the last and teach these invading old ones new tricks.

War

I invite thee to bring it!

With all our shining stars, cinematic wizardry, and legions of writers, I fear we may never see such a scene played out on our screens. This is because we’ve forgotten the Vanir.

I hope to counter this with Vanagard.

Not much is known about the Vanir. By the time Snorri Sturluson wrote the Eddas, Christianity was firmly entrenched and before that worship of the Aesir (we’re talking about Odin, Thor, Frigg, and the like) was prominent. The Vanir came before the Aesir and with two whole theologies between us and them, most of their myths have been lost.

In Vanagard do my best to feature elements we have. The Vanir keep their dominion over nature, how they act in my stories is based off how they act in the Eddas, their look and feel are pulled from authentic sources. However, there are still gaps which need to be filled to make a cohesive game world.

I’d be lying if I claimed this isn’t a golden opportunity, I relish making connections and adapting old ideas to new themes.  The Van-Folk, Phantom Wood, and even some of the set up of the young cosmos are my own creations. Also, enjoying Vanagard does not require a doctorate in Norse mythology, I don’t hold players to strict interpretations of the Eddas. In Vanagard, folks should feel free to draw up their own myths. This is a narrative game aimed at kids, kids WILL make up their own stories, nothing can stop it and that’s a good thing.

However, as mentioned above, there will be many kernels of the actual mythology in the game. My hope is to draw attention to the Vanir and so encourage folks to research on their own. Furthermore, my own stories will veer closer to the myth as they progress, I’d tell more but…spoilers.

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Besides, others take greater liberties with Norse source material.

 

No matter my mixture of fantasy and myth, my end goal with Vanagard is to promote the Vanir. They play a significant part of the Norse mythology. Back in the day, even with the Aesir in prominence, Nord, Frey, and Freya were well-loved Deities. Vikings prayed to Nord for safe voyages across the sea. The Sweedish Ynglin dynasty is said to have been descended from Frey. Couples prayed to Freya for children and half of the glorious dead went to her. By all rights, they should be more prominent in modern interpretations of Norse myth and it’s a crying shame they are not.

Why? My guess is our need to simplify. We think in terms of gods and demons, two sides, no more. In this regard,  the Vanir are rolled into the background of the Aesir, a mere footnote in the larger struggle against the Jotun. Odin is portrayed as a just sky god. Surtr is set to remind us of an arch villain who lives in a lake of fire. It’s narrative shorthand that’s easy to grasp. I don’t think this does us any good. It’s worthwhile to push out of this limiting paradigm and see the myths as something more.

Not Odin

Not Odin

 

Not Surt

Not Surt

 

The Vanir story is incredibly important for our time. Remeber the war mentioned above? How the Vanir and the Aesir clashed with the full intent on killing each other? Want to know how this Viking story ends?

They make peace.

Both sides, foreseeing mutual annihilation, called a halt to the war and forged alliance. They exchange hostages but the Vanir hostages sent to Asgard were inducted and became high ranking members of Aesir society. The big three back in the day wasn’t Odin, Thor, and Heimdall; it was Odin, Thor and Frey. Odin learned how to gather the honored dead from Freyaand she got the first pick. Both sides found peace, united and became stronger for it.

In our modern climate of fearing the foreign this story, about uniting people of vastly different races and backgrounds, is exactly what we need.

While Vanagard doesn’t cover the Aesir-Vanir war, not yet at least, it is all about this theme. The Van-Folk aren’t conquerors, they are explorers and diplomats. Many Stories I’ve run involve finding and returning stolen things, smoothing over conflicts, and learning about different peoples. If you check out the stories I’ve written, available on both YouTube and Google Play, you’ll see what I mean.

We’re about halfway through the Kickstarter, if you’re interested why not check it out? I’m certain you’ll be glad you did.

 

 

Coming Soon – Vanagard!

Posted in Fantasy, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, Uncategorized, Vanagard with tags , , , , , , on August 13, 2017 by Chall

 

Vanagard Kickstarter

This bear, this rabbit, they share a story or two.

This is a story about beginnings. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, is young, vibrant and grows between eight worlds. The ninth, our world of Midgard, doesn’t exist yet. There is no Thor or Jormungand. Odin is a young man who just befriended the mischievous Loki. The future is bright and stretches forth with endless possibility.

 
This game is about the Van-Folk, the familiars of the goddess Freya. She is a powerful witch who holds sway over beginnings and endings. The Van-Folk are her people, born out of her dreams and will. They live like normal folk; in halls, working hard and then feasting with fun, family, and music. Freya mostly leaves them to their own lives but, when needed, she calls upon her children to be her eyes, ears, and voice.

Vanagard is a story game suitable for both family and friends. The players tell a story, drawing upon runes and cards for inspiration. Each story takes an hour or so to tell, a single session can have up to five stories. At the end of the game, the characters are tucked away, waiting for the next session of Vanagard to go on more adventures. 

 

A long time I worked as a camp counselor in Jungle Cat World in Orono. Back then, I was very much into storytelling as an art and I relished the chance to perform it for young campers. As such, I wove a little mythology involving wizards by the name of Lady Night, Lord Morning, Lady Rain, and Lord Wind. Dealing with their machinations was a society of animal people, the focus was on a rat named Renn. Over the course my first summer at Jungle Cat World, I crafted a 12 story cycle of this mythology, weaving tales of this little trickster for my camper audience. I shared with them Renn’s life; as a young rat freeing his people from the tyranny of lions, to a sneaky thief who had a wonderful time winning infamy, to an old rat full of both wisdom and regret.  They cycle ended well, with peace amongst the wizards, though not without sacrifice.

The campers loved listening to these stories and I loved telling them.

In Vanagard I’m trying to capture this magic again.

If I’ve done my job right Vanagard will help families and friends can craft their own mythologies within a Norse framework. Vanagard will allow them, with little to no prep, to hold an evening of storytelling that weaves consecutive tales of a close group of Van-Folk heroes. These stories can be as dark and meaningful as what you’d find in the Eddas, or as light and heartwarming as you’d find in a Miyazaki film. The rules are simple but also allow for character growth. At the end of a Vanagard cycle, you’ll have a number of heroes, on whose cards are chronicled a great adventure.

If you want a taste of what kind of story I’m going for, feel free to check out my Vanagard Playlist.

The Kickstarter will be up very soon, in the next day or two at the latest. I hope I’ll have your support.

Alice Black: Blood Tribute – A Fate Solo Adventure Book

Posted in Adventure Book, Fate, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Space Pirate Alice Black with tags , , , , , on April 18, 2017 by Chall

I’ve been busy, hence my lack of updates. Work on Vanagard has been going well, very soon it will be ready to be kickstarted. Dragon Trinity Crash is moving along, though Vanagard has taken priority. I’m also close to signing a contract for a small short story gig, I’ll post about it when it nears completion.

I have also released…

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I’ve blogged about this before, and have even offered a free sample. It now finished and ready for purchase, just click here.

As for what it’s about:

You are Alice Black, feared feline space pirate and captain of the dreaded Manticore. For years you have plagued the spaceways trading slaughter for profit. You seek no approval from king or lord. Yet infamy has a price and your coffers are low. Without the necessary funds, your ship will fall into scrap, shadow ports will close their doors, you and your crew will be left helpless against the tender mercies of the Wolves. Your one chance at salvation lies in stealing tribute from a faded wolf house. However, your success will break a treaty and doom trillions to annihilation. Alice Black: Blood Tribute is a solo game and adventure in one book. All you need to play is this book, a pencil, some paper, and a few common dice.

Publishing it has been a dream come true for me. As a kid, I cut my teeth on Fighting Fantasy novels, I am very pleased to have my own adventure book. Evil Hat’s Fate RPG system is a godsend, I was able to tweak it to fit an RPG adventure book perfectly. Those who know Fate can start playing this novel right away. For those who don’t, the rules come with the book and are very easy to learn.

A big thanks to Xenotropos who did the art and layout, and Melanie Jacobs who edited the novel

So, if you like space pirates, adventure books, and other such shenanigans check this out.

I hope to write a sequel soon.

 

 

 

 

 

Dragon Trinity Crash Intro Story

Posted in Dragon Trinity Crash, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG, Writing with tags , , on November 27, 2016 by Chall

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Door Crashers graphic by Gnaw.

These days my project time is split between Vanagard and Dragon Trinity Crash.

The ruleset for Vanagard is as solid as it’ll get without outside feedback, once Andrew’s finished with the Illuminated Edda the newest Vanagard Beta will be available for playtesters. Meanwhile, I’ve been updating  my Vanagard YouTube channel with better art and cleaner versions of the intro and the first story. I’ve mostly finished the second story, just waiting on feedback from the last few proofreaders.

As for Dragon Trinity Crash I’ve had a TON of ideas rolling around in my mind about characters, rules, plots and so forth. Which is fine but the actual work on the book needs doing and I have been keen to complete.  The following is the intro story that’ll appear in the rule book. Every RPG has one of these, it’s the first thing you read, designed to give the gist of the world, at a glance. In RPGs I’ve read, I’ve found some of these stories amazing, others…well I skipped so I could get straight to the meat. I hope this one, is one folks will read and enjoy.

So…enjoy!

*****

“I then lifted the puny Orc lord, and smashed him onto the rocks!” Steve the Barbarian smashed the chair onto the hardwood floor where it exploded into splinters. The tavern crowd cheered, while Ansim, cleric of Wal, The Invisible Hand of the Free Market, signalled comfortingly to the tavern master that all would be paid for.

When the cheers died down Ornat the Satyr rogue added, “Those idiot pig snouts were so stunned, none of ‘em saw me take this.” With a flourish, she produced an emerald the size of an apple, even in the dim candle light it glimmered. The crowd gasped in admiration and envy.

Anism snatched the gem from Ornat, “Careful,” he hissed, “it’s holy.”

“Holy?” snorted Haskel Steel Tower, Paladin of Generik, God of Healing Spells, Turning Undead and That’s It. “How can orcs have anything holy?” His lovely baritone caused many in the tavern to swoon.

“It does have an ominous name, the Gem of Don Tre Move,” commented Kassandra Two-Swords, Queen of the Dual-Wheel Clan.

“It will be holy,” answered Ansim, polishing the gem with this sleeve before tucking it away, “after it’s stowed in the church.”

His fellow adventurers shot him a sudden glare.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Of course we’ll be rewarded a finder’s fee, Wal’s the God of Profit, not charity.”

At that, the adventurers cheered and clinked mugs.

Suddenly the tavern door was kicked open and three individuals stepped forward. To the  right stood a regal looking Elf, her expression bored. To the left stood a tough Halfling, who wore an evil grin. Between them was a Half-Elf bedecked in blue armour, who strode forward in a manner that was all business.

She shot an even glare at the cleric, “Ansim Molina, we are representatives of the Zhan R.S.S. We have been hired by the royal family of the late Orc king Loukas Katut. You will relinquish the Gem of Don Tre Move or face the consequences.”

The sudden tense silence was broken by Ornat’s snicker. “What? The Orcs are hiring mercs now?”

“Well you did slaughter their army,” the badass Halfling commented.

Haskel frowned, “You have no jurisdiction here. As per the accords of Killt Hemand Tak Etherstuff, any member of the Tolgax alliance is free to raid goblinoid settlements with no fear of recompense.” He stood and sunk the tip of his great sword into the floor, folding both gauntleted hands on its hilt. “If what we did was a crime I would no longer be a paladin; do I look like not-a-paladin to you?” An air of righteous menace hung around him like a cloak of terror.

“Well, you do serve Generik God of Lowest Standards,” quipped the Halfling.

“Jadran,” scolded the Half-Elf.

While they whispered an argument, the Elf walked forward and said, with a strained genteelness, “We made the city guard well aware of our intentions and they do side with you. However, honour demands we not be deterred and in that respect, we offered to allow them to do their duty and try to stop us. However, after we demonstrated our acumen, they wisely stepped aside. I assure you, they send their most sincere apologies.” She looked away from the wall hanging she was examining, some velvet number showing a Dark-Elf with sideburns, and regarded the adventurers with a sudden iciness.

“Can we kill them?” asked Kassandra casually.

“I want to kill them,” added Steve.

“Very well,” Ansim dismissed, “try not wreck the place.”

At that, Steve let out a bloodcurdling war cry and drew his zweihander from the sheath slung across his broad back. He charged forward, his blue-steel eyes filled with bloodlust, an unstoppable juggernaut of muscle and steel.

The Half-Elf paused in her argument to spare the barbarian a harsh glance. She swept her hand towards him. “Thunder Lance.” There was a sudden flash and horrendous boom. Steve cried in surprise and was thrown across the tavern like dirty laundry.  His sword twirled in the air for a moment, before it clattered to the floor.

The adventurers blinked in surprise. Then the ranger drew her swords and grinned fiercely, “Time to bring this up a whole other level!” She raced towards the armoured maiden.

“Jade Club!”  Kassandra was brought to a halt, mid-sprint, by the Halfling’s jade mace thudding into her stomach, “Sorry, but we’re having a conversation here.” He finished his swing and she too went flying across the tavern, with a shriek, to join Steve.

The mystic weapon vanished and Jadran turned back to the armoured one, “Now listen here, I will mock whatever gods I deem fit.”

Dejana let out a frustrated sigh, “You’re being unprofessional. Guild charter specifically states…”

“I don’t care.”

“You should, here’s why…”

The Elf rolled her eyes.

The paladin gave her a sympathetic nod and then raised his gleaming sword in the air. “For Holiness without Commitment!”

The Satyr rogue brandished her daggers, “For the loot!”

They charged together. Haskel lowered his sword like a lance, his expression a grim mask of determination. Ornat followed just behind him and to the left, her daggers twirling in her hands.

The Elf dashed forward with practised speed. “Sea Slash.” She crossed the paladin’s path, a blade of gleaming seawater in her hand. She flicked her wrist and the blade fell to a puddle of blood on the floor. Haskel let out a cry and fell, first to his knees and then onto his face. Without skipping a beat Ornat continued running, right past the arguing Dejana and Jadran, right out the door.

Dejana and Jadran kept to their argument, weighing the value of professionalism vs. liberating speech. The Elf stepped forward and regarded the cleric of Wal with disdain. “The gem if you please.” She held out her hand.

Ansim retreated a couple of paces, holding the gem tight. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead. “I-I recognise you, y-you’re Iset the Dark One. I’m not giving anything to you!”

Iset sighed, “I assure you I’m not nearly as evil as I was. I’ve spent all time owed in prison and accepted an alignment shift. If I was at my full power, using my old methods, that gem would already be mine, and you’d be grovelling at my feet wishing for death.” An eerie light suddenly shone from under her chin, casting her visage in malevolent shadow.

Ansim let out a terrified squeak, he then thrust forward his smiley face holy symbol and chanted,

“Ancient Mascot from Aeons gone

 Scion of Moloch, the golden spawn…”

Dejana and Jadran paused in their argument.

“What the…”, commented the Halfling.

 “You who have outlived both clown and king

The lives of my foes are yours to wring!” Ansim’s smiling holy symbol came to life and laughed malevolently. The patrons behind him cowered.

A glowing portal, too bright to look at, opened up behind them and huge shiny hands emerged from it and ripped off the roof. Stepping out came a hairless, gleaming white giant who towered above the town. He was built like a pristine statue of a powerful man. His smile exuded confidence with a touch of malice. Distant, etherial, voices sung in exaltation:

Mr. Scrub, Mr. Scrub ruba duba duuub

Mr. Scrub, Mr Scrub, he’ll feast on your Bloood

Mr. Scruuub!”

Ansim giggled with the voice of a madman, then he fled, and so did the patrons. The three mercs stared up at the Corporate Avatar, gobsmacked.

He looked down and turned his smile upon them.

Dejana broke out of her terror and pulled her friends close.

“Iset, get Freya and chase after Ansim, don’t let him get away. Jadran you and Ulla help with the evacuation. I’ll deal with the giant.”

“Are you nuts?” Jadran exclaimed.

Iset frowned worriedly, “You can’t, not by yourself, even with Xalladale, he’s too powerful.”

Dejana smirked, “He’s a washer spirit. I’ll be fine, sky beats sea.”

Jadran glanced at Iset, “She’s got a point.”

Iset seemed hesitant but answered, “Very well, but as soon as we’re done we’re coming right back .”

“Appreciated.” Dejana then pointed at Mr. Scrub, “Hey! Your fight’s with me!”

Iset and Jadran scattered as the bald giant lifted a foot and went to stomp Dejana. She barely jumped out of the way and the shockwave from the impact sent her flying. With booming footsteps, he advanced towards her.

“Time to pick on someone your own size,” the merc muttered. She drew in a breath and suddenly was lifted by vortex. Her voice echoing with power she chanted:

“You whose wings span inky sky and encompass stars.

Whose gaze sees all no matter how afar

Bring forth your thunder, whose din terrifies evil hearts

I call forth your child to rip and tear villains apart

Great Dragon who seeks Blood heed my call

Power of Xalladale be mine!”

Chunks of sapphire and silver materialised and orbited around Dejana, at the end of her chant they combined in a brilliant flash of light. In the sorceress’ place stood a mechanical warrior nearly as tall as Mr. Scrub. She walked upright but had draconic features, including wings and a tail. She was constructed of gleaming sapphire and silver. She tilted her head back and roared.

Mr. Scrub let out a booming chuckle and smashed his sparkling fist right underneath Xalladale’s chin. The mech flew back and crashed into a 10-foot pole shop.

“Watch it!” cried the amplified voice of Jadran behind it, “Trying to rescue people here.”

“Sorry,” said Xalladale in Dejana’s voice. She shook her head to clear it and stood. “I’ll finish this now, Thunder Lance!” Twin conductor rods clanked down on Xalladale’s shoulders, they thrummed with electricity and fired two bolts of lightning directly at the Avatar with a tremendous boom. He jolted back an inch, smiled and laughed, the blast having no effect.

“Wha?” Dejana exclaimed.

Mr. Scrub gestured and two sponges of rock erupted from the earth. “I am not my brother Mr. Swish, nor my Sister Ms. Swoosh, I am the third element of our trinity.” His eyes lit up with murderous intent, “I am Mr. Scrub the Land Spirit of Corporate Cleansing and I will rub you  out!” He pointed and the two porous boulders slammed into Xalladale, ripping into her hide, tearing sapphire chunks out of her. Dejana felt Xalladale’s pain through their empathic link and screamed. She then gritted her teeth, focused and cried, “Heaven’s Rise!” Her mech flapped her wings and flew into the air. Mr. Scrub smirked and pointed up to her, the earth sponges followed but Xalladale reduced them to rubble with two punches. She then roared again and swooped down to slam into the Avatar, sending him toppling out of the edge of town.

“You’re a fool!” exclaimed Mr. Scrub. “Land beats sky, you can’t win.”

Xalladale swiped twice with her claws, cutting two large gashes into the giant. “Could have fooled me,” Dejana mocked.

“Enough!” Mr Scrub growled. He stepped behind Xalladale and rapidly hammered punches into her back. She stumbled but managed to turn to block the rest of his attacks. She then swiped a claw upwards cutting his chin. Thus, the fight continued and minutes bled into eternity for Dejana. Xalladale scored many wounds on Mr. Scrub, but they were light. When he struck back each blow hammered the mech further and further out of town.  Finally, he grabbed her by the wing and tossed her into a rocky hillside where she collided with earth-shattering force.

For a moment the dragon armour lay still, but then Dejana gasped and forced her mech back to her feet. “I admit, you’re not half bad.”

Mr. Scrub chuckled, raised his hands in the air and said “Wound Cleanse!” He swept his hands down and a sparkling field followed, one that erased all his injuries.

Dejana’s eyes went wide. “Crud.”

Mr. Scrub shook his head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s time to wash your mouth out, for good.” He pulled back his fist, drawing magical power. Dejana braced for impact.

Suddenly a green, four-legged, gator-mech crashed into the Avatar from behind, knocking him flying. “No one kills Dejana till we’ve finished our argument,” chuckled Jadran’s voice.

An ice-blue mech, long and serpentine, sprung into the air and knocked Mr. Scrub flying with her tail. “Sea beats land,” said Iset. The Avatar smashed into the ground and rolled to a halt.

“You two…”, Dejana huffed.

“Villagers evacuated ma’am.”, responded Jadran, his mech Ulla, saluting with his tail.

“I have the priest and the gem,” Iset said. Her mech, Freya, lifted her tail, inside the crystal rattle Ansim huddled in a frightened ball.

Meanwhile Mr. Scrub pushed himself onto his feet, his eyes glowing with power. “Mystic Eraser!”, he shouted and in his hand appeared a sword of acidic foam.

“I’d finish him,” Iset mused, “but it might be fitting if we all do it.”

“Fine with me,” said Dejana, “form up.”

Faedra Luna Perfect Crash!”, cried the three as one. Suddenly a shockwave of power erupted from all three mechs, it was enough to knock Mr. Scrub back on his arse. Ulla stood on his hind legs and split forming a throne, Xalladale sat in this, folding up to become the torso and head, Freya rose and slithered behind becoming a set of mighty arms. With a rumble, flash, and boom a new, much larger, mech stood before the prone Avatar.

Her right hand opened. “Sword,” commanded Dejana.

“Sea Slash!” “Jade Club!” “Thunder lance!”, the three called. Suddenly Faedra Luna was armed with a sea sword, inside which swirled huge boulders, outside of which crackled golden lightning.

“I hereby send you back to the celestial bargain bin,” snarled Dejana as Faedra Luna swung her massive blade.

“Suds buckets,” groaned the avatar, right before it struck.

*****

Aaand that’s the intro story. Did it do it’s job? Are you curious to see the rest? Please leave your comments below.

Seith and Sword – A Novel of Vengeance In Eastern Midgard

Posted in Fate of the Norns, Fiction, Norse, Publishing, Roleplaying Games, RPG with tags , , , , on July 22, 2015 by Chall

Four months ago I put this blog on hiatus while I worked on a new novel. Said novel is finished, so I now proudly present Seith and Sword. It has been very gratifying to write, especially since it has allowed me to utilize my knowledge of Norse mythology, the Sagas, the Eddas and add my own particular little twist to FoTN setting. I’d like to thank Andrew Valkauskas, who is a most accommodating publisher, he allowed this story to remain under my control with only a few, minor, caveats. I’d like to thank my significant other Jenny Doleman, who put up with long nights of me using her as a sounding board and nipping away in the evenings to write for hours on end. I’d like to thank all my friends who were very patient with my madness. I’d like to thank our backers, without their support this novel would have never been written.

Cooking awesomeness.

Do you smell what the Chall is cooking?
He’s cooking awesomeness.

What will you find in Seith and Sword? Primarily it’s written to show what kind of adventures one could have FoTN. Think of it as a whirlwind tour of eastern Midgard peppered with adventure, joy and loss. I kept the stakes desperate but small. That way I could avoid solving the major plot points of the setting. I did this on purpose, it has always aggravated me when RPG setting novels change the game landscape so drastically that it wipes out everything the player characters could have done.

Seith and Sword avoids two of the most prominent fantasy meta-plots. The crux of the story is not the retrieval or destruction of a powerful magic item. Nor is t a war story. Instead it’s a tale of a family feud, Nibelung VS Volsung, rekindled. It is a quest for vengeance but told from the perspective of those who are fleeing it. It’s a terribly dark story with little breaks of music, laughter and light, just to remind the reader why those fleeing still struggle not to succumb to their ever growing list of powerful foes.

There are no clear cut good guys or bad guys in this novel. No generic Orcs or evil magicians, just good people struggling for survival and doing terrible things. Morality in this novel is messy. What drives the Volsung is a desire for a life of freedom. What drives the Nibelung is glory, anguish, and rumor. I play a lot with rumor in this book. In fact, if you took the rumor as truth then would Seith and Sword would become a tale of good vs. evil. Which is apt, since such stark contrasts tend to break down upon under deep scrutiny.

If this type of story rocks your fancy,  I suggest checking my novel out. You can purchase it in the link above. If you’re a backer or you’ve already purchased this, thank you. Please tell me what you loved and/pr hated about it. I live for your feedback.

What I’ve Been Up To Lately – Fate of the Norns Novel: Seith and Sword

Posted in Fantasy, Fate of the Norns, Publishing, Roleplaying Games with tags , , , , on February 27, 2015 by Chall

So, it’s been a while, lemme explain.

Last Phantasm I had the pleasure of playing Fate of the Norns: Ragnarok. It’s a Norse Saga RPG that takes place during the twilight of the gods. It uses Elder Futhark runes in it’s resolution system. The rule book is absolutely gorgeous and a mere 5 minutes after playing I bought the hardcover and a bag of their metal runes.

Given that I’ve been working on and off on The Childe Hel, given that I’ve been stewing in constant Norse Mythology, I rolled the idea that I might be a good person to write something for Fate of the Norns sometime. Andrew Valkauskas, who’d been demoing the game, suggested I roll a submission Pendlehaven’s way.

I did, and, well… this:  

For the past moth or so I’ve been submitting synopses, pitches, character bios, the whole 9 yards. I now have a solid story that I’m very excited to write about. I just need backers.

Seith and Sword is the story of two Volsung siblings fleeing the wrath of a Nibelung hero in the last golden days of Harald Fairhair’s reign. The feud will drag in the likes of Louhi Mistress of Pohjola, Bjorn Eriksson, Gorm the Old and Vargeisa the Fire Wolf. A dark tale of vengeance, survival and family.

Right up my ally really.

So, if you like what I’ve written on this blog and would  like to read an awesome Norse saga, please back! The investment is sound; I’ve already started on the rough draft and have no plans on stopping until the novel’s done.

Since my focus will be 100% on this I’m putting my other projects on hold. This doesn’t mean they’re done, It’s just that I’ve agreed to work on Seith and Sword until it’s complete. I’m tackling an agressive timeline and can’t afford to be distracted.

Still…the payoff will be an awesome Norse Saga that’ll be complete before the end of the year.