fredag den 20. juni 2014

From the ashes of school, TV-shows and a beautiful (evil) writer's block I return to you, faithful readers! Huzzah! Today, I am going to reveal a bit more about the world Taureesia is set in. Today, we are going to visit the far North, and a very special girl.

Far to the north, in the mountains of Roscarr lies a town. Nestled in between the two titanic mountains Soth and Roccos, life thrives there. Down below, farmers plow the frozen fields with beast and plow, doing something most would not even consider, even in their wildest dreams. Strapped to each plow of heavy metal are two gigantic oxen, covered in a thick coat of fur, heavy horns on their heads. In the skies above and on the slopes of the mountains roam the mighty dragons and their riders: men of huge proportions, wielding axes and spears of the finest steel.


“Suut! Get down from there lass! Wouldn’t want ye to fall inta the dragon pit now, would we? Mam at home would have me head!” The nimble girl was plucked off the huge stone fence and placed over the giant of a man’s shoulder. “Pa!” she wailed, beating his back with her tiny fists, “It’s not fair! The boys get to play with the dragons! Why can’t I play with them! I want to play with them! I want to ride!” Her father roared with laughter, “Ye, riding one of the dragons? Hah! Never in me life have I heard of such. A woman riding? You’ll be married to Highlord Brünjolf in two years! And ye’ll make Pa proud, by giving us plenty of strong warriors! Dragon riding, hah! Have I ever heard anything so daft!”

The girl fumed over her supper, stabbing the slab of sheep with her knife over and over. “Why can’t girls be dragonriders?” She blurted out, her mother turning and glaring at her. “It’s a man’s job. It takes muscle! We women keep at home and make sure they have a warm bed and a strong supper! Keep that in mind, Suut. As a wife, you have many responsibilities, the most important is to keep yer husband happy! That, and ye should hope to give him many a son.” The large woman shook her head and went back to the dishes. The door slammed open and in stepped Suut’s father, throwing his axe on a nearby chair. “Is the little one still complaining about not being allowed to ride a dragon?” he asked, grinning at the girl. “Ye know the rules little scaly! Even a chieftain can nae bend the laws of gods!" The man roared with laughter as he reached for the mug of ale his wife handed him. "Yer mother, now there is a prime example of a woman! Strong as an ox, gentle as a dove and clever for both of us!" He grinned and raised the mug to his daughter. The woman chuckled and placed a large pot in front of them. Moments later the peace was broken by Suut's father's stories.

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So girls can't be dragonriders? Let's see what Suut will think of that, in the next instalment! For now, I have a very special announcement, that you can feel free to share with your friends and family!

Now announcing the greatest undertaking since opening that pack of chips last night: Taureesia - The Worldbuilding Project! That's right, Taureesia in its entirety is being thrown to the proverbial masses, and will be a joined construction by all who are willing and able!
I look forward to seeing my faithful readers joining the ranks! Thank you!
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