Three Word Thursday #56

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #56. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The Words:

  • curglaff, n. the shock one feels when plunging into cold water
  • auriferous, adj.  gold-bearing; a stone bearing gold
  • heimish, adj. Warm and comfortable; homey; folksy

The story in full.

From episode #55:

Vernal cringed. He was the page, yet time and time again Evaard had done menial chores without complaint. Now here he was acting like a panjandrum and Evaard was about to wait on him. Vernal tossed his bedroll aside and stepped toward the fire. “I will serve,” he said. “It is my job.”

Evaard and Chevall exchanged knowing looks behind Vernal’s back. Sometimes kindness is a more effective reprimand than any jeremiad ever could be.

Bath Time

While Vernal dished out steaming bowls of trail soup and ripped a loaf of bread into dipping-sized chunks, Evaard propped Fencil up and Chevall ladeled the boy full of woodwort tea. “That ought to stop the pain and break the fever,” Chevall said. Then he rolled up Fencil’s pant leg and smeared a thick glob of woodwort paste over the boy’s wound, binding it securely with one of Vernal’s enchanted bandages.

Chevall, Evvard and Vernal ate in silence, each more interested in the hot soup than conversation. Only when they were sopping the last of the soup from the bottom of their bowls with the last of the bread did Evaard speak. “Who stands first watch?”

“Sleep.” Troga’s voice sounded in all of their heads. “I will watch for the first half of the night and Threfel will watch for the second half.”

The tired warriors didn’t need any convincing. They curled into their heimish bedrolls and went soundly to sleep.

Vernal was the first to wake. He stirred up the coals in the firepit and added kindling, then he grabbed the kettle and headed for the river. Troga was curled up near the entrance to their willow tree cave. She opened one eye and snorted at Vernal as he passed. He waved at her but didn’t stop to speak.

It was a beautiful morning. Sunrise highlighted the mountain tops in radiant pink. The air was crisp and clean and the birds sang joyously. Vernal wondered how such a world could have so much evil in it.

It took him only moments to reach the river. He paused on the embankment and looked at the water sparkling silver in the early morning sunlight. Suddenly he felt the urge for a bath. Surely if he was quick, Evaard and Chevall wouldn’t miss him. Vernal stepped from the path into the bushes and quickly shed his clothes, then he plunged into the river.

The curglaff of the water left Vernal gasping for breath. It had looked inviting but was icy cold. Vernal hurriedly performed his ablutions, scrubbing his body as best he could with his bare hands. He bravely plunged his head intot he frigid water and vigorously scrubbed his hair with his fingers as well.

Vernal was in and out of the water within minutes. He stood on the bank rubbing the water from his body with his bare hands and shivering. He couldn’t wait to get into his clothes and out of the bushes. Perhaps the morning sunshine, even though it was weak, would help chase the chill away.

While struggling to don his pants over wet skin, Vernal lost his balance and crashed to the ground. He narrowly missed bashing his face on a rock bigger than his head. Vernal eyed the sparkling white rock and realized he was looking at a lump of quartz shot through with gold. The auriferous stone was almost as wonderful as dragon’s gold — more wonderful — he wouldn’t die for taking this.   But how would he get it home?

Home? How would he even get it back to the willow cave?

Vernal finished securing his pants, stomped into his boots, and fashioned a sling from his tunic, tying the rock to his stomach. Then he filled the tea kettle with water and hurried back to the shelter.

~*~

The 3WT #57 words will be:  it’s bedtime.  Ask me tomorrow!

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: July 1st, 2010

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Three Word Thursday #55

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #55. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The Words:

  • fatuity, n. smug stupidity; utter foolishness
  • jeremiad, n. a prolonged lamentation or mournful complaint
  • panjandrum, n. a powerful personage or pretentious official

The story in full.

From episode #54:

“What I am wondering,” Chevall said, “is what happened to Fronesk?”

“A Mage Warrior’s soul is not his own,” Troga answered.  “He swears it over to Legion, the high lord of the Mage Warriors.  Any soul free of a body returns to Legion.”

“So this Legion, the high lord, he is like the king of the Mage Warriors?”  Vernal asked as he pulled a clean tunic over his head.

“No,” Troga answered.  “He is more of what humans would call a god.”

~*~

An Almost Rebellion

“Oh this just keeps getting better and better,” Vernal said. “Now we have to battle a god?”

“What we have to do,” Troga said. “Is find the hatchlings. That may or may not include an encounter with Legion.”

“Right now?” Vernal complained. “I need food and sleep!” He snatched his bedroll up and clutched it to his chest. “I am not taking another step and you can’t make me! I’ve killed a man, fled for my life, and near been eaten by two dragons! No. More!” He turned away and brushed angrily at his eyes barely able to stifle a fatuous wail for his momma.

Evaard’s hand came down on Vernal’s shoulder, “It’s okay, son. We have trail soup ready to eat and we all need rest. I will fill your cup.”

Vernal cringed. He was the page, yet time and time again Evaard had done menial chores without complaint. Now here he was acting like a panjandrum and Evaard was about to wait on him. Vernal tossed his bedroll aside and stepped toward the fire. “I will serve,” he said. “It is my job.”

Evaard and Chevall exchanged knowing looks behind Vernal’s back. Sometimes kindness is a more effective reprimand than any jeremiad ever could be.

The 3WT #56 words will be:

  • curglaff, n. the shock one feels when plunging into cold water
  • auriferous, adj.  gold-bearing; a stone bearing gold
  • heimish, adj. Warm and comfortable; homey; folksy

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: June 24th, 2010

Even though I live in fear this story will never end, we are having a two week hiatus. Next Thursday I will be traveling and the Thursday after that Thom and Susan will be on vacation (here or hereabouts) and too busy to post anyway!

Enjoy!

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Three Word Thursday #54

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #53. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The Words:

  • jejune, adj. lacking nutritive value; devoid of significance or interest
  • gawp, v. look with amazement; look stupidly
  • roil, v. to stir up, make cloudy, disturb, rile

The story in full.

From episode #53:

“I thought that the tradgematopolist was in league with the Mage Warriors,” Chevall said, “But if what you say is true, then he must have double-crossed them.”

“Aye, and he’ll die for that!” Vernal roared, struggling to be free. Evaard leaned on him a bit harder.

“What is this?” Troga’s soft mind-speak was concerned. She stepped further into the shelter, sniffing at Vernal.

“Careful now,” Cheval said. “A Mage Warrior has possessed him.”

“In that case,” Troga responded. “We must perform a delenda.”

~*~

“A delenda?” Chevall said.  “How?  It’s not like we can restore Fronesk to life.  Death is very hard to erase.”

“Ah,” Troga said, “But we do not have to erase his death.  We have only to erase his possession of Vernal.”

“And how are we supposed to do that?” Evaard asked.

“We simply have to kill him,” Troga said.  She leaped forward, her massive mouth gaping wide. Her shoulder hit Chevall and knocked him backward, out of the cave.  She shoved Evaard aside with her snout.  He tripped over the packs and tumbled to the floor.

“No!”  Vernal screamed.  Troga’s teeth glittered with saliva as they snapped shut around him.  Vernal fainted.

Troga dipped her head, opened her mouth and rolled Vernal gently off her tongue.  Evaard climbed to his feet and Chevall re-entered the cave.

“Did it work?”  Evaard asked.

“We won’t know until the boy wakes.”  Troga answered in thought speak.

“That was close,” Chevall said.  “I’d drawn my sword before you told me it was a bluff.”

“Well, I had to wait until the boy fainted,” Troga responded.  “He had to think it was real. Hopefully neither he nor Fronsek are aware that dragons find humans quite jejune.  Pigs are cleaner and have much more flavor.”

Chevall or Evaard exchanged incredulous glances.  “Pigs are cleaner?”  Evaard repeated in disbelief.

“Yes,” Troga explained.  “They don’t insist in filling their bodies with alcohol and they never lather their skins with perfumes and soaps.”

“But pigs roil in offal and mud!”  Evaard exclaimed.  “They cover themselves in it!”

Troga nodded her massive head.  “Yes.  Delicious stuff.  Good for the digestive tract.”

Speechless, the two Knights stared at the dragon.

“Well don’t just gawp,” she said.  “Wake the boy.”

Evaard splashed a bit of water on Vernal’s face.  He shook his head, opened his eyes, then bolted upright and scrambled backward, away from Troga.  “You tried to kill me!”  He yelled.

“No, only frighten you,” Troga said.  “It was necessary I am afraid.”

Chevall pointed his sword at the boy, “Who are you?”

Vernal looked at him in confusion.  “I am me,” he said.  “Same as I always was.”  Then his eyes widened.  He sat up straight, counted his fingers, wiggled his toes, then turned his head this way and that.  Finally he smiled.  “I am me,” he said.  “I am me, and nobody else!”

“Well that’s a relief,” Evaard said.  He handed Vernal a sword, then turned away to straighten the packs.  “I’ve spilled everything out here,” he said.  “Come help me clean it up so Chevall can make the potion for Fencil.”

Vernal scrambled to his feet and began digging through the items from the pack.  “I’ll help until we find my clean clothes,” he said.  “I’m soaked in dragon spit!”

Troga’s laughter sounded in their heads.  “Proof there is no Mage Warrior in you.  He would be licking it up.”

Vernal gagged and started peeling out of his clothes.  “Disgusting!”

“What I am wondering,” Cheval said, “is what happened to Fronesk?”

“A Mage Warrior’s soul is not his own,” Troga answered.  “He swears it over to Legion, the high lord of the Mage Warriors.  Any soul free of a body returns to Legion.”

“So this Legion, the high lord, he is like the king of the Mage Warriors?”  Vernal asked as he pulled a clean tunic over his head.

“No,” Troga answered.  “He is more of what humans would call a god.”

~*~

The 3WT #55 words will be: added tomorrow.  It’s bedtime.

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: June 3rd, 2010
Enjoy!

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Three Word Thursday #53 — Part 2

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #53. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

This is my story. All the other players posted theirs May 6th.

The Words:

  • delenda: n. things to be erased or blotted out
  • imbroglio: n. an intricate and perplexing state of affairs; a complicated or difficult situation.
  • tantivy: adj. swift, rapid

The story in full.

From episode #52:

Vernal pulled his sword as well. “I know who hails us,” he said. “Do not answer. And do not turn your back on me.”

Evaard turned to look at his page. Vernal trembled violently. “You shall die!” He roared and his brown eyes flashed silver. “I-I-I can’t c-control him!” Vernal appeared to be fighting against himself.

“Drop the sword,”Chevall said softly.

“I cannot!” Vernal answered. Again his eyes flashed silver and he lunged toward Evaard.

~*~

Tantivy, Evaard leaped aside.  Chevall stepped forward and struck Vernal on the wrist with the butt of his sword.  Vernal cried out in pain.  His sword clattered to the ground.  Evaard stepped in and grabbed Vernal by his uninjured arm, swung the boy around, and pinned him to the cave wall.

“Release him,” Chevall said.  “The pain should have driven the Mage Warrior away.”

“Tie me up!”  Vernal responded.  “He is growing stronger and he will be back.”

“What an imbroglio this is!” Evaard exclaimed.”Will Vernal ever be free of this curse?”  The exclamation was said in frustration, but hearing the words gave everyone pause.  The two knights stared at Vernal.

Vernal stared back at them in horror.  “What is to become of me?”

The willow branches rustled and parted.  A large purple dragon’s head invaded the shelter.  “Troga!”  All three humans cried out the name.

“What news have you?”  Evaard asked.

Troga’s thought-speak answered.  “The Mage Warriors didn’t pursue me far.  They turned back to follow you, but I’ve managed to slow them down.  I’ve singed them all and fairly toasted a couple. As far as I can tell, they are searching for the eggs and the hatchlings, as are we. ”

“I thought that the tradgematopolist was in league with the Mage Warriors,” Chevall said, “But if what you say is true, then he must have double-crossed them.”

“Aye, and he’ll die for that!”  Vernal roared, struggling to be free.  Evaard leaned on him a bit harder.

“What is this?”  Troga’s soft mind-speak was concerned.  She stepped further into the shelter, sniffing at Vernal.

“Careful now,” Cheval said.  “A Mage Warrior has possessed him.”

“In that case,” Troga responded.  “We must perform a delenda.”

~*~

The 3WT #54 words will be:

  • jejune, adj. lacking nutritive value; devoid of significance or interest
  • gawp, v. look with amazement; look stupidly
  • roil, v. to stir up, make cloudy, disturb, rile

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: May 27th, 2010
Enjoy!

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Three Word Thursday #53 — Part 1

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #53. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

This is my story. All the other players posted theirs last week. I have added the Mr. Linky below in case you didn’t all visit one another. Enjoy!

The Words:

  • delenda: n. things to be erased or blotted out
  • imbroglio: n. an intricate and perplexing state of affairs; a complicated or difficult situation.
  • tantivy: adj. swift, rapid

Mea Culpa

If only my life wasn’t such an imbroglio right now.  I would welcome a tantivy conclusion to My Fair Lady and the upheaval of my household schedule.  I have been dashing about this morning getting things ready for Amoeba (he is giving a botany final to his students), and soon I have to deliver supplies to the theater, pick Amoeba up from work — enjoy a lovely meal out together — then present our selves at the playhouse 2 hours before curtain.  We’ll probably not be home until late tonight, about an hour after the curtain falls.   I have 12 writing pieces needing my attention and all of your blogs to read.

Dearest Thom tells me not to try to catch up, but I will do my best to post a Strawberry Fife episode for you tomorrow.  In the meantime, I will not put you on my list of delenda, but I must once again ask your indulgence.

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