My LJ story: Heroes of Vallorhallen

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Okay. This would be my LJ story. I created the world for it two years ago, but I hope you like it! It’s a “high” fantasy world with some Sci-fi overtures. I included all of the entries. The original idea was to make a flat-out war-torn world between the three tribes of Valkyrie. I changed my mind and made it loosely based/inspired by the D&D/Forgotten Realms worlds. I created a situation, a couple of characters and let things roll. It’s the best way to write for me! Do note that I have been inspired by many fantasy works but write in my own voice. That defines "inspiration" rather than "emulation".

Entry #1: Introduction
Okay. Here is entry #1. I use this entry to explain I will do this as a fictional diary-style fantasy story. It will be in an original world called Vallorhallen, and about a valkyrie named Anthiena det Shavalkerie of Mellorne. If there is any resemblance to other works, it is mere coincidence. It is a bit of an experiment, and I look forward to comments.

So what is Vallorhallen like, and who are the people that live there? Much is yet undefined. For now, think of the Elric novels where the knight finds the woman in the tower, and it talks about moving the edge of the world again. Nothing is stable right now.

The kingdom is Melloria, a kingdom unlike any other in the world: The rulers are human. King Jereth, Queen Akoreth and Princess Nethlyyn are the royal family. The king and queen are pressuring the non-humans in the kingdom. Soon after the Princess's sixteenth birthday, a young woman who covers her face known only as "The Masked Rolana" appears, helping them escape from imprisonment. Many live underground. Anthiena is considered a non-human.

One problem all kingdoms share is the so called "Rift Wars". Sorcerers from other worlds and dimentions come to Vallorhallen to fight, believing it to be merely a game, and nothing real. Some realize it isn't. There have been some that have stayed. Some say that most-if not all of the creatures and sentients-came from other worlds. Most reject this.

Despite Mellorne being unsafe, Anthiena only wants to stay to help the fight against the King and Queen. Kwytha, the so called "Gnome" who is just a brownie who is very different from her people also makes it her home. The two are good friends. Kwytha believes that The Masked Rolana is the Princess.

More will be found out as time passes by.

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Intro to Vallorhallen Part 2
Intelligent Races/sub-races of Vallorhallen:
Humans
-Were
-Amazon
Elves (I use Tolkein's original spelling)
-High
-Grey
-Wild/Sylvan
-Drow/Dark elves
-Halflings
-Sidhe (Mortal fae-They are considered part of the Elven race by all branches except Drow.)
Gargoyles (Think the animated series)
Dragons
Brownies/House "Elves" (Suriadii)
-Gnomea ("Gnomes")
Valkyries/Vallekyn (Divided into three tribes) (Half dragon humans, but no longer considered human.)
-Valkyrie/Vallera (Technology oriented)
-Ravalkyrie/Rava’hii (Balanced between Tech and Magic)
-Shavalkyrie/Shavara (Magic oriented)
Draelii (Small Dragonoids)

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Entry #1: Drazhin'aa

I am Drazhin'aa Rolenis, the Wandering Sylvan Elf. None many of my people feel the need to leave the sacred forests, yet I did. I became a well regarded yet little known thief.

I searched the castle for any records that could be held against the King and Queen. Their wickedness did seek not to be known, thus my work was hindered. I finally came to a scribe's littered workroom.

Someone had certainly left in a hurry.

I cast about my magickal senses, trying to see, hear or smell any protections. Many, but they were weakened by the sheer greed of the ones who cast them. I grinned. Nothing would stop me here.

I looked about for anything of interest. Only a stack of parchments on the desk looked promising. A memo about forcing all citizens to do some sort of "census". Boring. The questionnaire. Nothing there. Two reports on two once highly visible non-humans. I was little surprised that one was Kwytha, one of the wisest and intelligent people I have met-elf or not-but one was on one of her closest friends, Anthiena.

Anthiena suited my fancies as a good and true friend and companion for tricky thefts, but she was a valkyrie, one of the chosen of Ares. They held more esteem than the Amazons in his eyes. (Probably because they warred amongst themselves endlessly, but still.) The report was detailed, and there was some sort of Dramatis Personae done up about her. It read thus:

Full name: Anthiena det Shavalkyrie
True Age: 38 (?)
Apparent age: 18
Gender: F
Origin: Mellorne, Melloria (?)
Race: Valkyrie
Subrace: Shavalkyrie
Magic competence: Fair
Status: Unknown
Current Location: Unknown (Mellorne?)
Allegience: Ravalkyrie (True Neutral with Good tendencies)

I took the whole pile. The uproar would assure my escape and the evidence my credibility. After all-I would not let two Elf-friends be unaware to the fact that they are being watched. I wondered why they would choose Andara as a target.

Perhaps Kwytha would know.

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Entry #2: Anthiena

"Andara, you need to look at this." Drazhin'aa told me.

I had covered myself in a huge cloak that would cover my wings and the fact that I had scales. The hood was down. Luckily, most thought I was an off-hours circus performer with good competence with magic. Andara was actually the closest Elven rendition of my name. It is also a pet name, as Andara means something along the lines of "Air-kin". I took a look at the parchment. It was new, and the writing was in high runes. Any good thief will learn how to read and write in several languages as well as to speak them.

Only one thing scared me about them: They had the names of three of the Talimaj-Me, Drazhin'aa and Kwytha. How could this be? "They do have much, but the Talimaj is not revealed. I for one am for burning these as soon as they have been shown to Rolana and Kwytha. She will want to see them. If they are looking for the Talimaj, they will end with her, and it will all end." I was tense and didn't like it. It wasn't like me.

"They just know we are all friends and go to taverns together. It doesn't mean that they are onto the Talimaj." He argued.

The Talimaj is the fight against our rulers. Talimaj actually means good dedication . . . I think. I'm terrible at speaking Elven. I'll take a chance with the Wood Elf.

"You're right. I'm just being paranoid." I sighed. "Does this mean you'll still be taking bets on who Rolana REALLY is?" I grinned.

"You bet. You still bet on Nethlyyn?"

"You're on!"

Ah, the discomfort of not being myself is gone. Both Drazhin'aa and I can never be serious. Only if it's something like this-then we can make an exception. Both of us love our home. Mellorne may not be an Elven city, but it's the fairest human city. Some say this used to be a half-elf community. I say if you can show me a Sidhe Drow, I will believe it.

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#4[actually #3] Kwytha

Only a boisterously drunk Valkyrie and Elf coud ramble into a loud tavern and draw attention, even in disguise. "Talimaj ao Rolewa!" Yelled a drunk. I giggled immaturely. Who knew that the Elven words for Loyalty to Divine Justice could be so meaningful or have a double meaning?

I, Kwytha Ruathii Gnomea was one of the main masterminds behind the Talimaj, along with the seemingly drunken Vallekyn Anthiena det Shavlakyrie, Wandering Sylvan Elf Drazhin'aa Rolenis and me, a little brownie who was not housebound. It was ludacris and insane, and yet there was our fourth: The Masked Rolana. Not one mortal save one knew who she truely was: Rolana herself.

"Busuiness news, Gnomea. I have seen a Dramatis Personae of us, the infamous Triad!" Laughed the elf. "I Drazhin'aa took it from the desk of the scribe myself!"

"Justice would love to have it!" Both seemed roaring drunk, but I knew better. What better way? After all, who would truely trust the words of two rambling drunks? Only I and one other.

A well disguised Rolana came to them and took the papers and read them quickly then handed them to me. I read them and blanched. Had they uncovered us? What were they doing? "Time to burn the little fritters." I said in seeming jest.

I tossed them in a fire pitand watched them burn until they were ashes. Hours later, I poured water on them and walked away. Under no circumstance would the Royal family or anyone against us ever see those papers or find the Talimaj.

Not until we had finished or died.