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Cherry Blossoms in a Field
Goodbye my last friend
It was snowing when we set out
Many boots marched many miles
Mud and cold roads
Leagues beneath our heels
Blood on the snow
Like fallen cherry blossoms in a field
Spring has come
Life begins again
Much new hope for some
But none for us
I do not hope
I dare not hope
So many dead
Friends and foes alike
We are the last of us
Just you and I
And now we part forever
The wind carries us away
We will never be here again
Many tears will flow and fall
Like blood on the snow
Like blossoms in a field
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Marine Corps Capt Hort Briggs
STR 9
DEX 9
END 8
INT 11
EDC 4
SOC 8
(Retired)Marine Corps Capt: Horatio "Hort" Briggs
Age 42
Pension: 40k per year - wounded veteran officer bonus. It was reduced by half, considering he wasn't a commissioned officer when he sustained his injury.
He didn't make Lieutenant until his 8th year in the Corps, it wasn't until his 6th term (or quarter century in the Corps) that he earned Captain.
Retired with the Silver Exemplary Officer's Cross, an etched Marines' Cutlass, and a Silver Sister (standard issue sidearm) etched with the SEOC.
Proficient in hand to hand, rifle, sidearm, and small and large blade close quarter combat, Capt "Hort" Briggs is a force to be recon-ed with.
His aptitude extends well beyond ground combat, with years of experience in zero-G, helo, and hovercraft operation.
The Marines under his stalwart command all agree that there is no finer officer to have beside you or above you when shit gets ugly. He can out-shoot, out-box, and out-fly any punk jar-head under his g
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Goodwind Gale Inn and Tavern
Name: Goodwind Gale Inn - Common Inn & Tavern
The sign is a painted blue plank showing a white ship with billowing sails
Menu:
Fried whitefish with asparagus and soft cheese (8 silvers)
Steamed mussels and potatoes (5 silvers)
Oysters and crab stuffed mushrooms (5 silvers)
Eel soup in a bread bowl with baked apples (4 silvers)
Cod stuffed peppers and pickled beets (4 silvers)
Steamed trout and spinach wraps (3 silvers)
Vegetable soup with fishbone broth (2 silvers)
A tall, three storey building that seems to both hunker against and lean into the wind, the Goodwind Gale overlooks the harbor and docks and guarantees some of the freshest fare available. With seating for nearly one hundred, a massive kitchen and a hospitable staff can easily serve a vessel's entire crew or a few dozen travellers. Whether he rides the waves or strides along the cobblestone streets, a man is sure to be hungry and craving steaming sustenance.
The second and third floors have lodgings for over fi
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Sea Dragon Flagon
Sea Dragon Flagon - Common Inn & Tavern
The sign is hammered pewter decorated with the stencil of a sea serpent coiled around a tall pitcher
Menu:
Boiled barley and oats, mug of brown (15 coppers)
Steamed whitefish and vegetables (25 coppers)
Seared seal steaks and stewed fruits (40 coppers)
Roasted mutton or beef with boiled vegetable medley and sweet pear cider (55 coppers)
Red wine selection is seasonal and limited
A small and simple selection of white wine is common
Sweet mead and cider are the most common drinks on the menu
Accommodations:
The common room features a long bar against the back wall, just in front of the clean kitchens.
A dozen private tables are evenly spaced to assure casual comfort.
A closed, formal dining room with banquet table and seating for up to twenty is reserved for officers, captains galas, or visiting dignitaries.
Upstairs, twenty private rooms offer comfort and quiet. Fourteen shared "crew" rooms offer easy access to the communal co
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The Dockers' Drink
Dockers' Drink - Poor Tavern
A.k.a. The Anchor 'n Tankard
The shingle is gray, splintered driftwood bound together with old rope and painted with a crude anchor and tankard
Menu:
"Slug and Mug Special" boiled oats with what appears to be snails or sea slugs added for protein, plus a tankard of whichever ale is about to go sour (2 coppers)
Stewed cod and clams (3 coppers)
Salted fish and sharp cheese (3 coppers)
Boiled crab and barley biscuit (4 coppers)
Roasted goat and pickles (4 coppers)
The brown ale is sour
The cheap wine is watered down
The cider is strong
This is many sailors' first stop when they make port.
The food is horrible, the drinks are cheap, and the women are as dangerous as the sea in a gale.
The only accommodations to be had are to be shared - with a wench.
The girls "own" their own beds and need not spend the entire evening with a sailor if they don't fancy to. But the house rules are that the ladies are there for entertainment first and company
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The Pen is Mightier (Part 1)
I came to an unremarkable door to a non-descript pub. I opened it and descended a few stairs. I noticed a placard.
"What the hell is an Unseelie Accord," I muttered to myself. "Neutral ground? Awfully Swiss."
The first thing I noticed was how barren the place was. Not a soul in sight, beyond the bald bartender and a lanky fellow - I'm guessing the latter was Dresden. I suppose any grown man who thinks he's a modern wizard - or at least poses as one - would of course dress in a black leather coat. I thought it made him look too much like Wyatt Earp from that entirely too quotable western movie. But whatever, this meeting shouldn't cost me more than a couple beers.
I also noticed the haphazardness of the place. One, two, three...hmm, thirteen posts and thirteen tables, apparently arranged by a blind interior decorator. They were all scattered and not even close to what you might call "orderly." I think calling it "asymmetrical" would be an insult to asymmetry.
Whatever. I just wanted to
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Not on a Train, Not in the Rain
Time slowed to bare shreds of seconds. I wasn't me anymore. I was someone else watching my life from behind my eyes. Each raindrop fell at forty thousand frames per second, leaving faint, silver trails behind them. The neon lights did their usual, maddening flicker dance, but now they were like a slow strobe with a lifetime between pulses of light.
She was surrounded in a blur of rain misting and splattering from her jacket. The water cascading over the black leather threw reflections in every shade of the rainbow, but it also appeared as though the wet shell was trying to drink in the colors.
She turned her head towards me. The ink of the tattoo on her neck twisted and contorted. Wet tendrils of her hair spun in slow arcs. Her intense blue eyes locked with mine. Her arm uncoiled like a snake striking in slow motion.
I could hear people yelling. My radio's earpiece made it all a muddle of barking and squawking. Instead of sounding like it was screaming in my ear, it was more like someo
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The Pen is Mightier (Intro)
Ring...ring...
"Hello?"
A pause.
"Hello? !@#$%^&* phone."
"Ahem. Mister Dresden?"
A faint squeak of a chair and boots thudding to the floor - probably having been propped atop a desk.
"Is that a question? Yes, I do in fact answer my own phone. I can't afford a secretary."
"Right. Of course. Yes sir, Mister Dresden."
"Wow."
"Excuse me?"
"That's just not something I'm used to hearing much...'Yes sir, Mister Dresden.' I like it."
"Yes, well, I uh...mean it?"
"Is that another question?"
"Um..."
"Never mind. How can I help, Mister..?"
"Oh, um, Crawford. Lyle Crawford."
"Yes. Mister Crawford. What can I do for you?"
"I'm not exactly sure. Your, uh, listing says you don't do parties and entertainment." Forced laugh.
"That's right. I don't. But I think that's not what you had in mind. Is it?"
"No. No, it isn't. How did you know?"
"I know a lot of things. I've been at this quite a while. I can tell when a prank call is just that. Yours isn't."
"Ahem. Yes. I'm mean, n
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Literature
Distress Call to TNS Frigate Ardent
bing bing bing
"Incoming message from the bridge."
bing bing bing
"Incoming message from the bridge."
Captain Minerva Carmichael groaned and flailed sleepily at the comms speakers next to her bed.
"This had better be good, Wainscott."
"Yes ma'am. Sorry to wake you. Quite the opposite." The first mate's voice had an edge to it. Not exactly panic - not much could fluster the stalwart bridgeman - but she could tell in an instant it wasn't good news.
"What is it, Wayne?" She was awake and alert in mere milliseconds.
"Sorry, Captain, we're receiving a distress beacon. I believe the urgency requires your immediate attention."
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"Go on." the Captain insisted, emerging from her quarters before her robe was fully tied at her slim waist.
Ensign Shaw caught a quick glimpse of well-defined abs between a black bra and panties. He snapped to attention and made a conscious effort against doing a double take.
"Lieutenant Wainscott, I trust this is well worth you waking me at 0200."
"
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It's Not the Size of the Dogg in the Fight...
Her pulse thumped steadily in her ears. She could feel the sweat creeping down her spine. Her upper lip tasty salty as her tongue flicked over it.
Her vision was narrowed to the space between her raised sparring gloves.
She fought to keep her breathing steady, so the grizzled man a few feet away wouldn't know she was tiring.
Hss, huhn Her breath came out in a hiss and a soft grunt as she jabbed a fist between her opponent's gloves, catching him on his right cheekbone.
He was getting tired too if he was letting a shot like that slip through.
"Good shot, girl. But you'll have to hit harder than that if you want to win this."
"Don't worry, there's plenty more. I could do this for hours."
The man tried for a jab of his own, which she swatted away - only to take a right cross that she never saw coming. The blow rocked her head back sharply, but her vision didn't darken or blur. It was fast hit, but not a powerful one.
"Kinda like that?" he gloated.
"No. Harder than that." She shot he
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The Nowhere People
The twin colonies of Artemesia and Apollonia were the first to disappear.
Then the Triplex colonies of Calliope, Cassiopeia, and Cassandra were gone.
When all communication waves with the colonies failed, Ulysses class recon ships were deployed.
Again, no reports came back.
Not wishing to risk further loss of life, yet needing answers, the Corps of Explorers sent a dozen unmanned Icarus probes hoping that at least some would signal findings.
What they bounced back on their one-way relays was that the colonies themselves were perfectly intact. There were no signs of violence, disease, radiation, or even invasion from any outside force. Even the previous ships were founding unharmed and drifting with all systems operational.
The single most disturbing fact was the complete lack of human life anywhere. Plant and animal life remained, showing no ill effect beyond sudden abandonment.
All of the colonists and crew - over 12 billion souls - seemingly vanished without a trace.
The military and
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Rough Night, Rough Life
Her brother's screaming fit would have woken her had she been asleep.
Analisa's hazel eyes bulged as she stared up into the darkness.
For the first ten to twelve seconds, she just lay there, wondering which of them was caught in a nightmare. Maybe she was asleep and just imagining yet another of his outbursts. Maybe her exhausted mind was trapped in a dream of its own and he'd have to howl for a while, long enough to rattle her to wakefulness.
Finally, she flung her blanket aside, sat up, and thumped her bare feet to the floor.
"Alright, Geggie, I'm coming. Ah-eece-ah is coming."
She yawned and shuffled to the control panel, keying it more by memory than by sight to bring a dull, orange glow to the dark room.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEAAM! came from the adjoining room. She squeezed her bloodshot eyes tightly closed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her brother's scream had a way of drilling into her skull, even through the steel door and walls.
Gregory, or "Geggie" as he calle
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Jr LT Johnnie Harris
Name:
John Edward Harris
Age:
26
Stats:
STR 8 Strength
DEX 7 Dexterity
END 6 Endurance
INT  7 Intelligence
EDC 7 Education
SOC 8 Social
Homeworld:
StarPort=B, Size=Medium, Atmos=Standard, Hydro=Wet
Population=Low, Law=Moderate, Tech=High Stellar
Physical Description:
average height
muscular build
5'11" 180 lbs
dark blue eyes
blonde hair
crew cut
clean shaven
An average guy from an average world.
When he joined the army and the recruiter told him to state his name, he replied "Harris, sir. John E."
The recruiter entered Harris, Johnny. When he corrected the enlistment specialist "No, sir. With an E." his name was re-entered as Johnnie.
He didn't have the nerve to correct the recruiter a second time, so now he's forever on record as Johnnie Harris, although he's never gone by Johnny/ie before in his life.
Current rank: Junior Lieutenant
Training:
Trained as a combat rifleman with both laser and energy weapons
Certified to drive standa
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44th Battallion Down and Dirty
The labyrinthine canyons of red rock were proving difficult for the 44th Battalion. They'd already taken heavy casualties in crossing the sand-scoured flatlands when the enemy had sprung up around them from hidden burrows. Such ambush tactics would now forever be known as "grave diggers." They were down to 782 men of the original 1,200 in their landing party.
"Bullseye, Mohawk," the Captain barked, "get up top and get me a lookout on this terrain. The damn sandstorms are jamming our radar."
Mohawk set a wide stance and formed a stirrup with his hands. After Bullseye had clambered up the sandstone bluff, Mohawk tossed his own rifle up to him. Then he carefully handed Bullseye's precise, longrifle up to the squad's sniper.
"Easy, Ginger. That's a good girl, come to papa."
Bullseye had a loving and tender way of talking to his gun, which he'd named after his first wife. Just like her namesake, the gun always proved right and had a way of destroying a man's heart.
"Can I get a little help
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I don't recall if I'd already posted the news here, but I am currently working as an Acquisitions Editor for a small (but growing) local publisher, Immortal Works. We're mostly into the sci-fi and fantasy genre. Each week we do Flash Fiction Fridays. If you know any writers, or are a writer yourself, spread the word, Watchers!
Goodbye my last friend
It was snowing when we set out
Many boots marched many miles
Mud and cold roads
Leagues beneath our heels
Blood on the snow
Like fallen cherry blossoms in a field

Spring has come
Life begins again
Much new hope for some
But none for us
I do not hope
I dare not hope
So many dead
Friends and foes alike

We are the last of us
Just you and I
And now we part forever
The wind carries us away
We will never be here again
Many tears will flow and fall
Like blood on the snow
Like blossoms in a field
Cherry Blossoms in a Field

I wrote this while listening to an old poem/song, written during the Tang Dynasty (618-907 AD)
Masterpieces of Chinese Music
skip to 43:18, but really it's all worth listening to
That poem and this one are both about old friends parting ways for the last time.

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  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt? I've had an account for a couple of years, but that was after probably something near a year of just lurking. Eventually I just had to scratch the itch and start building a Favorites collection.

  2. What does your username mean? I'm a hobbyist worldbuilder. It dawned on me one day that there are Cartwrights and Wainwrights and Woodwrights and I thought 'Hey, I craft realms.' Thus, Realmwright.

  3. Describe yourself in three words. Tall, bald, beardy.

  4. Are you left or right handed? A little of both. I write right-handed, but I use some tools as a southpaw.

  5. What was your first deviation? Theron Darksun by Realmwright

  6. What is your favorite type of art to create? I suppose you'd call it "conceptual." Most of what I've posted has been based on impulse or an idea that I had to see "fleshed out." I have a lot of ifs and maybe and I wonders rattling around the old brain pan and it helps to have somewhere to put them.

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Wow. That's a really good question! I guess if it was just *POOF!* I'd want musical talent: instrumental, singing, composing. I say that because I've dabbled in pencil, charcoal, sculpture, photography, and writing, but never music. 

  8. What was your first favorite? I've organized and shuffled and faved something over 4,000 pieces. I can't remember what was the very first. I'm sure it was fantasy based. Probably a ranger or monster or sword or something.

  9. What type of art do you tend to favorite the most? It just depends what I'm in the mood for. It's usually fantasy or sci-fi related, but lately it's just been whatever strikes my fancy. Sometimes a landscape photo or a piece of writing that captures my attention. In fact, I recently meshed the two in a collection called "Worth 1,000 Words" where something I see generates an idea (be in flash fiction or something more substantial) and I grab it.

  10. Who is your all-time favorite deviant artist? That's not fair...making me decide...making me pick one over others. I refuse to make anyone who has shared and inspired and moved me feel like I chose someone else.

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? Again, that's not fair. There are different deviants for different reasons. If I wanted to talk Tolkien, it would be one. If I wanted to talk BSG and spacey navies, it would be another. Can I just say I'd like to raise a glass with any and all of my faves?

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? They make me think. They make me laugh. They make me cry. They make me share something powerful and brilliant and squeal "Hey, come lookit!"

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art? I don't have a tablet and my drawing table is piled with junk. I feel quite left behind with the advance of digital everything and I'm too lazy to commit to doing anything about it. But I type really fast and I'm a wordsmith and storyteller by compulsion, so mostly I just string letters together in the right order and hit Enter. I haven't wielded a simple pencil in many years, but that was how I started oh so long ago when life was more simple.

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? Sometimes it's my dank, little hole in the basement, lit by a 60 watt bulb and my monitor, that my dog thinks is the designated "fart and leave" room. Sometimes it's my gray, uninspired cubicle at the big office building that I get paid to occupy. Sometimes its sitting in traffic and telling myself sweeping epics or quite fairy tales because there's nothing on the radio. Or about once a month it's my brain getting an idea at 4:00 AM on a Saturday that makes me get up, make coffee, and slink to my aforementioned "fart room" to squint over the keyboard for hours and hours - after which I feel guilty for not getting dressed, mowing the lawn, and/or going to work for overtime pay. Neil Gaiman said it best.

    "You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it."
  15. What is your favorite DeviantArt memory? Being taken by surprise and WHAM! Inspiration strikes. It happens quite a bit. When it does, I love it! Even if it's 11:39 PM and I swore I'd log off and go to bed hours ago, but just one more Page Down....pleeeeeeease. When it doesn't happen, I curse myself as an ignorant, no-talent clod, and drag myself off to bed. Those are usually the Friday nights after a long week when what I really need is sleep. They're generally followed by my insulted subconscious saying "I'll show you 'clod.' Now get up at 4 and go write! You can sleep when you're dead. That's the part where your kids find your piles of half-finished manuscripts and constructed worlds, and sell them to make you posthumously famous and live off your unrealized dreams. Bwahahahaha!!" Sometimes my brain is a really reciprocal jerk.

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Realmwright
Realmwright
Artist | Hobbyist | Artisan Crafts
United States
I've always had an interest in arts and humanities. I don't do much in the way of sketching anymore and my photography gear is gathering dust in a closet. For the past several years my focus has been the written word. I'm super into worldbuilding and everything that goes with it. I'm just starting to get into tabletop RPG play and design.
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WayneBenedet Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2016
Thank you for the :+fav:
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cloe-patra Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2016   Photographer
thank you for the fave :hug:
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Pajunen Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016
Thanks for the :+fav:
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WayneBenedet Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2016
Thank you very much for the :+fav:
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UdoChristmann Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the fav :-)
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Pajunen Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2016
Thanks for the +fav
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aglezerman Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016
Thank you very much for the favourite! :)
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calimer00 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2016
Thanks a lot for the 'Room with a view' fav!
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Realmwright Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2016  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
You're very welcome. Your gallery is fantastic! Rather than faving everything, I'll watch instead :)
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calimer00 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2016
Thank you so much for your kind words and the favs - enjoy your Sunday!
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