Chris Walker
Bio
Fantasy/science fiction is my bread and butter, and I have been an avid reader of the genre for as long as I can remember. Inspired by the likes of R.A. Salavatore, Weiss/Hickman, and others, I think of my work as an homage to their legacy.
Stories (10/0)
Ganon's Tale
With the arrival of the sun the next morning, Nakori, Mokeeru, Ganondorf, and three of the other maidens gathered on the desert side of the bridge that connected the Gerudo village to the rest of Hyrule. All six wore nondescript brown cloaks with the hoods drawn up to obscure their features, and each of the maidens had a simple, unadorned scimitar strapped to their respective sides. Nakori acknowledged the guards stationed at the bridge with a series of hand gestures before leading the troupe out across the bridge. Ganon peered over the edge as they crossed, looking down the steep cliff face to the swiftly flowing river far below before scampering to catch up with Nakori and the others.
By Chris Walker4 months ago in Fiction
Pensive remembrance
The din of the bustling tavern could be heard well before it came into view, the cacophony of noises blended into quiet roar of activity. Kÿara glanced over at her companions as they approached; Kiira, to her left standing nearly a head taller than she, wore his nearly ever-present smile and appeared ready to find a place to put up his feet. The mountainous Aklor to her right, exhaling frosty plumes of breath nearly as big as she, made even Kiira seem scrawny. The door of the inn swung open as the tavern’s peacekeeper tossed a patron who had clearly been in a scuffle out into the street, then another unconscious body out atop the first, scowling as he turned to resume his post. The notes of a bawdy tune rose briefly above the rest of the commotion, a surprisingly melodic voice accompanied by a slightly less well-tuned lyre reaching them before disappearing once more beneath the tumult.
By Chris Walker4 months ago in Fiction
Ganon's Tale
"That impudent whelp!" bellowed Kotake, back within the desert Colossus. "The ungrateful cur!" Clearly seething with impotent fury, her frustrated tirade was punctuated with bursts of flame, expelled outward without regard. Koume wisely held her tongue, occasionally dodging a wayward incendiary. Each one burst against a surface - walls, floor, ceiling - in a shower of sparks, leaving random scorch marks throughout the chamber where the sisters currently held council. Gradually, her invective began to subside, and with her diminishing fury so, too, did the pyrotechnics slowly ebb.
By Chris Walker4 months ago in Fiction
Looking Inward, Looking Forward
I suppose the logical place to start when considering my aspirations as a creator for the coming year would be simply to “create more.” I haven’t done any writing, drawing, or creating of any sort in some time, with no submissions here in almost a year, no posts to my blog in over a year, and nothing in my sketchbook in at least two. Working full-time certainly occupies a not insignificant portion of my week, to be sure; I’ve also been studying for my master’s degree, working towards multiple IT certifications, and studying Japanese. When I’m not working on one of those tasks, my remaining time is devoted to gaming, or mindlessly handling my phone, switching back-and-forth between a half-dozen apps or scrolling through social media.
By Chris Walker4 months ago in Motivation
Somber Reflections
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. There was no telling how long it had been tucked away in the cobweb infested basement room in the north wing of the palace, draped with a rotting linen coverlet so old and faded that the original color was long since lost under a dingy grey veneer. I certainly couldn’t ask about it, since it had been declared by my father, the king, that access to the north wing was prohibited to all, regardless of station. “Unsafe,” it was said to be. None asked why the royal architects were not put to work making it safe. The one time I tried to ask I was ignored, my father pointedly speaking over me and pushing me aside. “Go to your lessons and do not trouble me with silly questions,” he muttered into my ear as he nudged me toward the door.
By Chris Walkerabout a year ago in Horror
The Blue Dragon's Purpose
There weren’t always dragons in the valley of Locanth, located just beyond the western border of the Kilaren Empire. For millennia it has been a sanctuary for beings with nowhere else safe to go. It is now home to members of dozens of different races, many of whom are the last that remains of their kind. Some of the inhabitants – dark (Drow) elves, lycanthropes, fae, and others – came to escape or avoid persecution. There are many in the world outside the valley who believe the often-nightmarish tales told about them; tales that have little to no basis in truth, but are believed by the ignorant and spread by the ignorant, hateful, and corrupt.
By Chris Walker2 years ago in Fiction
