Flash Fiction: Dagnal’s Bane.

Last night's regular D&D game inspired me to pen a flash fiction, recounting an all too common occurrence for our unfortunate dwarf.

Dagnal’s Bane © 2017 Karen J Carlisle

The stench of brimstone caught in Dagnal’s nostrils, burned her throat.  The faint crackle crept closer.

Fire giants. She licked her lips and peered into the darkness. Finally! She hefted her war axe in her hand, turned to her companions and grinned.

Moth nodded, skittered up the wall and clung to its smooth surface. An arrow dropped silently onto its rest. Tasheen remained on the ground. Her fingers slipped into her belt pouch and retrieved a fresh sprig of mistletoe.

Flames roared as the giant charged.

Dagnal’s heart raced. She gripped the axe in both hands and raised it high in the air. Mithral armour tinkled as it rippled down her arm. The air shivered and rushed over her face, tugging at her fiery braids as it ebbed away from the oncoming giant.

The giant slowed. Its fire sputtered.

Dagnal strode forward as the braid settled onto her back.

The giant’s flame withered; its skin faded to ash. Its eyes widened.

Dagnal’s axe swung through the air.

Three arrows whistled past her ear, sinking into the giant's arm and chest and forehead. It halted mid-step. Blood trickled down its forehead.

The axe sliced through the now vacant space and trailed her toppling quarry to the ground. Both shuddered at they hit stone.

Dagnal sucked in a breath. The axe scraped on stone. She roared with frustration. The giant was dead. She glared at her companions. And not by her hand.


Photo Friday: Water, Words and World Wide Web

This week we had to get the plumber in to repair damage done by a workman who drilled through a water pipe. We now play the waiting game. If the water doesn't clear he'll have to go searching for other leaks. (Smell bad!) Not only do we have to deal with the smell of stagnant water, but a stream of trucks carrying bitumen for nearby roadworks. They park in line out front waiting their turn to deliver their load. I'm back in writing mode after the holidays. I've transcribed half of From the Deep, the first short (well, it's about 8000- 10,000 words - so a long short) story in the third volume of The Adventures of Viola Stewart. I've pulled out my research and drawn up maps of the setting. The first two rewrites of this section are complete and I've received the first beta-reader feedback today. Very happy with the progress so far. And finally we have our NBN (National Broadband Network) boxes installed inside the house. We've only a few more months until the final changeover. My Dearheart is now content.

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