Firm in Truth, Loyalty, and Sacrifice -- black, gold and red!

This is a tidbit from TWA's Chapter Four! Let me know how ya guys like it! xD I put some of my own experiences from my confirmation into the Anglican church.... forming it into a warrior's commitment and not just a confirmation.... Lemme know whatcha think xD

Shadows transformed to violet,
Mari J. Fahel

Morwynne hustled to finish strapping straps, clumsily and shoved Havana’s helm in her stomach as Havana grasped it, “Mor, cool it... it’s not like I headed a tournament...”

Morwynne cocked a sardonic eyebrow, “No, but you are going on an unknown mission, even to Willai and who knows what battles you’ll have to face!”

“Breathe Mor....In and out.... and relax, norna’lei!”

Morwynne took a deep breath and stepped out with Havana. She stood by the ministers’ cabin as Havana walked purposefully towards the middle of the courtyard. Willai and Aarik awaited her, with Nolhan, the blacksmith standing by their sides. Havana stopped in front of Willai, standing to attention.

“The 12-Pillar Guardians before us stood before our King, Jeshua and were commissioned to plant the citadels of the guardians around the nation, and moreover all nations. They withstood tribulation and persecution, and victored in His name,” Willai said, with such authority, that it could empower even the most fearful--even Morwynne, “Do you, Havana Blade, commit to the mission at hand, whatever the Author puts on our hearts in the sanctuary? Do you vow to mission out and do it to the best of your ability, not for your glory, but for the glory of the Author?”

“I, Havana Blade, do solemnly make those commitments,” responded Havana, face set.

Willai: **a switch stick in hand, tapping it ominously** “Turn around…” Mor: **panicked voice** “J-just put that down…” Willai: **patronizing dark smile** “What? So the stubborn little child isn’t prepared to reap the consequences of her actions? Tsk tsk…”

Couldn't stick to just one so I added the main characters I could think of....Maybe I could do another one xD
~Mari J. Fahel



(ABOVE) This song reminds me of my character, Melody Gael(the real one, not Melody Blanke xP) from TWA, because it is upbeat and she was a joyous person before she was gone. She liked to play a highlander's whistle and dance, so this makes me think of her....


(ABOVE) This song reminds me of Morwynne Gael from TWA...she's a wee bit of an adventurer and likes a bit of excitement to start her day--most of the time! xD



(ABOVE) This song reminds me of Cpt. Willai MacNaell from TWA, because it is strong and the music itself seems good for a warrior--like him xP

"My wife says I'm second best. She says they'res eighty fellas tied for first."

 *Trips in. Almost crashes into the fire. Brushes ash from hair and eats a cookie.*

 Since Christmas is over I redid the background. Please let me know if it is hard to read as I can fix it. 

 Now, I have a game - we shall just call it a game - for all of you. Something to get us all posting again.

 Post a song which reminds you of one of your characters and say why.

 I'll do mine later because I'm sleepy.

 Adieu from Jack and her sardine Nemo

The Oldest Trick in the Book.......

From and Inspired piece in my story The City Burns! Hope you like it! :-D

The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Mari J. Fahel

Rowan lay in bed when suddenly a loud beeping noise sent her bolting upright. She hit the alarm and threw herself off the bed in grogginess. Been almost half a year since she last dreamt of the confrontation with Shay. She should have spoken out...What happened would've been better on the family, then--Shay didn't get who he was after. He just ran away that very night. Unless Shay went for another girl...was possible, right? At least it wasn't Michiko--or she hoped it wasn't....well, nothing happened so what did it matter? It could've been Rowan herself. She had been put to sleep. Who knows? It could have been her. But, who cares right? None of Rowan's family knew of what happened that night--they probably would freak...Here I am, letting my thoughts rant...and I have to get ready for school! Rowan shut her door and began to change from her flower-print gown to her school uniform. Michiko squirmed in her comforter, making Rowan chuckle, "Wake up, Michiko! We have school!"

"I don't want to go to school just--" Michiko began to whine.

"Five more minutes? That's the oldest trick in the book! Don't make me laugh, girlie!" Rowan grinned at the irony and nudged Michiko, "Wakey wakey! Don't make me tickle you!"

Michiko bolted out of bed, "Alright, I'm up! Just don't tickle me!"

"Much better...I'll go now, get ready!" Rowan left a frantic Michiko, chuckling loudly as she shut the door behind her.

Happy New Year!

I don't have a Christmas story for you (because it is a little late for that...) but I do have a New Years story! It stars my NaNoWriMo characters Daniel and Varina... And also their friend and co-worker Andrew (who is a struggling, and gloomy author).

   The clock read 11:52. Just eight more minutes… And Daniel had fallen asleep.

   “Daniel!” Varina poked her comrade. His head popped up from where it had fallen on his shoulder; his tired eyes opened in protest.

   “Hmmm? Did I miss it?” he asked sleepily.

   “No, we still have seven minutes. But you fell asleep,” replied Varina. “You have to stay awake! Come on, have another cookie.”

   Daniel took the chocolate chip cookie – Varina’s specialty – from her and sleepily brought it to his lips, smearing chocolate all over his chin in the effort.

   “Here, have a napkin.” Andrew, who was in the kitchen, threw a paper airplane napkin at Daniel. It crashed before it made it to the living room. “Mayday! Mayday! We have a plane down! Survivors unknown!” Andrew yelled, jerking Daniel out of another doze.

   “Haven’t you ever stayed up for New Years?” Varina asked the sleepy Brit as he flopped on the floor to pick up the napkin.

   “Of course,” Daniel defended himself. “Well… sort of. Only once.”

   “Only once? Really?” Andrew asked, sitting down next to Varina on the couch. Daniel nodded and joined them.

   “My family didn’t ‘do’ holidays,” said Daniel, “at least not together. My father was always away with work and my mother had her own parties to go to. The nanny put my siblings and I to bed and we were expected to fall asleep. One year my brother and I stayed up until midnight on New Years. We got in so much trouble I’ve never done it again.”

   “That’s awful!” said Varina while Andrew looked sympathetically at Daniel.

   “It’s the way my family is,” Daniel shrugged.

   “Oh! Look!” Varina said, suddenly pointing at the television. “The ball is about to drop!”

   “If we had taken my advice, we would be out on the street watching it in person,” Andrew grumbled.

   “We were not going to camp out to get a good place on the streets,” Varina replied. “Besides, we had fun here, didn’t we? We played Eat Poop You Cat and Scattegories-“

   “And Daniel fell asleep every ten minutes…” Andrew added.

   “Fifteen seconds until the New Year!” squealed Varina. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” she turned and hugged Andrew.

   “Happy New Year!” he said back, a smile sneaking over his face.

   “Daniel, Happy New Year!” said Varina.

   Both Varina and Andrew turned their eyes on their friend. He had fallen asleep, again, and had missed the New Year.

   Varina and Andrew exchanged a glance.

   “Should we wake him up?” Varina asked.

   “Nah, he can crash here for the night,” Andrew replied, smiling down at Daniel.

   “Well, I’d better go then.”

   “Yes. Goodnight Varina! Happy New Year!”

   “Happy New Year!"


Live long and prosper!

Saruman: "He eats too many mushrooms..." My Epicly Kookie Aunt: **gapes widely** "There's no such THING as too many mushrooms!"

Hello, fellow Inklin's and strangers of the unknown! I have finally decided to update this 'ere. blog! It looked sad and lonely! :-( Poor wee lonesome blog! **pats it consolingly** There, there! I have come to update you! x3 Well, I am finally working on Chapter 2 of TWA! xD Below is a wee taste of it! <3 It has a description of an animal is there! To give you an idea of what a "bargnot" is I'll show you my fantasy world encyclopedia, in which I created the bargnot!

Bargnot - A seashore creature with a shell on its back and head. Fur dangles from its chin. It is hunted down for food and its shell. The meat is like a cow's but it is sweet and salty even without seasoning.

May you pen be swift, your mind be sharp, and your focus be steadfast, as you make your defense!

The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Mari J. Fahel

In the silence of the cabin Melody began muttering incantations, to calm the flow of memories, and set them to rights. They slowed down, just as she intended them to. She quickly ceased when Erik came back in, followed by a girl with auburn red hair. She was carrying a tray of food, which she placed on the bedside table. She placed a much softer hand on Melody’s forehead, asking in an undertone, “How are you feeling? My name is Jeniah.”

Melody shrugged. Giving Jeniah more reason to be concerned, apparently, because she leaned over, and looked intently into her eyes, then smiled reassuringly. After an awkwardly long pause Jeniah’s slight smile was replaced with a good-natured beam of joy, “Eat up. And I’ll get Erik to check on you, every now and then, okay?”

Melody smiled, hesitantly and nodded to Jeniah in acknowledgement. Jeniah rose to her full height and strode towards Erik, who then, followed her out the door. When they were out of her view, Melody turned to her tray of food, her stomach grumbling it’s desire to be filled. The tray was laden with cold bread, cheese, and some steaming hot soup. From the looks of the soup, she thought it might have bargnot meat, turnips, potatoes, and some sweet carrots. She pondered the delectable smell for a moment as she the naturally sweet and salty meat of the bargnot made her stomach growl even more persistently. She lifted the tray off the small table, and placed it in her lap. She sunk her teeth in the bread, and began to scarf it down like a starved madwoman. When she finished the bread, she gulped down the soup, in a rush. The cheese, she left, poking it with her fork.

As she continued to poke the cheese, a girl with honey-brown curls, reaching down to her waist walked in. Her face was fair and freckled, and as she stepped in she beamed across at Melody, her words rang out in good cheer, “Hey, Mellie!”

“Hey, Mor!” Melody replied, smiling sweetly.