Today is Wednesday and therefore a perfect time to hop back in the WIPpet Wednesday bandwagon. If you’ve not come across WIPpet Wednesday before, its a bloghop hosted by the very talented Emily Witt where writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet Math* and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.
As we’ve just come out of NaNoWriMo, I have plenty of new content to share with you! Today’s excerpt comes from the 14th scene I wrote during NaNoWriMo. It doesn’t really concern the main plot, or involve any main players, but it is as the WIPpet Wedensday gods have decreed.
Context: A bored sea captain of mediocre talents returns to hi quarters one evening to find an intruder – an intruder with information which might just set his career on the trajectory he’s always dreamed of.
“There is a magic wielder living near Milas, well within your jurisdiction.”
Nemos could not help raising his eyebrows a little. An interesting prospect, indeed. Finding and executing a magic wielder would stand him in good stead for a promotion, perhaps a chance to get out of this fishy smelling village and take a commission in Kirgios or Mnesis. “And what interest would a magic-loving Lahiban have in telling me this information?”
The woman chuckled. “Not all Lahiban’s pay tribute to the old ways. Some of us have come round to a more enlightened way of thinking.”
“Enlightened?” he sneered.
The figure shrugged, her cloak rippling with the motion like the midnight sea. “Do you want my information or not?”
“It is reliable?”
“As solid as rock.”
Nemos nodded, spreading his hands. “Very well, I’m listening.”
And so the Lahiban woman told the ambitious captain of a villa overlooking the sea, of the old scholar who lived there, and of the boy he had taken under his wing. Nemos leant back in his chair, thin mouth stretched into a smile. He could almost hear the night sounds of Kirgios, feel the weight of Mnesisian coins in his pockets.
Beyond the window, dawn breached the horizon.
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*this has a loose correlation to anything too strictly mathmatical