Kelson Hayes is a British-American author and philosopher, born on 19 October 1994 in Bedford, England. His books include Can You Hear The Awful Singing, The Art of Not Thinking, and The Aerbon Series.
The Gorgon Desolation
SUMATRAN OCEAN Summer, 1E 194 Surrounded by the darkness of the night, clouds swathed the sky, blotting out all light from the stars and the moon in the depths of the heavens above. Eight great Nardic ships sailed the rough waters of the Sumatran Ocean that separated the Nardic Isles from the Gorgon Desolation in the mainland of Aerbon to the North. Thunder boomed and lightning cracked, shattering the silence of the night whilst the sea rumbled and roared as foamy waves crashed upon the warships. The Nardic fleet sailed from the port of Baiern on the northern coast of Dusseldorf; the largest of island of their Isles in the South and closest to the orc-lands they sought out. The ships had been sailing for nearly a week and each of the men aboard fought their hardest to make it as far as they had in those rough waters. Two ships had already been lost to the sea-god, Urasmus, and the weather threatened to take even more sailor’s lives with the ships they manned.
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LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE LA RIOUX, LEGIOLE 21 June 4E93 Andrzej Mlynár could hear the Legiolien border agents from where he hid alongside the cargo in the back of the lorry as they inspected the truck driver’s papers. Everyone remained totally still and silent where they were as the border agents conducted their routine inspection; they were stowed away with a band of gypsies travelling from Alvaria, finally nearing the end of their long journey. Taking refuge within the back of a lorry, the group had initially been travelling from the city of Český-Trenčianske, though they’d switched lorries several times across their journey. They’d spent the greater part of the last week hidden with the cargo-holds of whatever unsupervised lorries they could find between the rest stops on their route to Bree. The back of their current transport was filled up mostly with boxes of various sizes of what they assumed to be furniture, though there was no way of truly knowing as they were labelled in Svanean writing.
The Northern Wars
NORTHERN TUNDRA, THE EAST Spring, 1E78 The days turned to weeks following the initial onset of Aenor's eastern expedition, but still the elves who survived their harsh welcome continued to plod along aimlessly through the tundra where they found themselves. Spring was already upon them, though the members of the exploration party were unaware of it; the season had made its transition without any noticeable change to the weather or climate. What they had managed to keep of their supplies following their arrival upon the barren shores had dwindled despite their best efforts to make them last, though after some time they spotted a distant town on the barren horizon.
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E78 That's the signal… but so soon? Mathias stopped in his tracks as he spotted Edwin rolling himself a cigarette up ahead. Robin stood beside the Ahglorian shopkeeper as the pair stood idly by in the street. I'll be damned, that’s the signal! Mathias watched in shock and disbelief as his cohort lit the freshly rolled cigarette, turning in his own tracks and heading towards the town centre as per his own directions. No deterrence. He'd made eye contact with Edwin even as the Ahglorian lit his smoke, seeing the look of frustration and desperation on the trader's face as Mathias deviated from his course in light of the blatant, albeit premature, signal.
The Northern Wars
DUNKIRK, LEGION Spring, 1E79 “Remember; everything must go according to plan if you want your son back unharmed- we've already had enough mishaps.” Mathias said to Robin quietly, under his breath, as they made their way through the grandiose streets of the Legion capitol. Several weeks had passed since the Calais riots and they hadn’t allowed those weeks to pass by idly. Ever since the trio had managed to sneak and bribe their way into the capitol they’d used that time to plot the next stage of the plan that was culminating as it continued to come to fruition. Meeting at the house of Frederick, a friend of Edwin’s in the capitol, the trio held up and plotted the days away, making the necessary arrangements with their fellow contacts throughout the capitol leading up to the present.
The Northern Wars
DUNKIRK, LEGION Spring, 1E79 Nearly a year had passed by since Pierre had been ordered to maintain law and order in Avon town. Jean was now 19 years old, as well as a Captain of the city watch. His brother wrote to him occasionally, sent by the Imperial Postmen from Avon town on the Northern frontline. The letters grew darker as the months passed by and were mostly updates to the growing list of obituaries of the Legionary host in the North. Pierre had spent the majority of his time in the Northern town fighting off the wild tribesmen and insurrectionists that sometimes assaulted the town- in addition to the rebel townsfolk who protested regularly in the streets for their liberation and independence. He'd been promoted several times over the course of his deployment, having been granted his own squad as a result of his display of the ability to survive and work together with his kinsmen in the midst of the depraved savagery of the uncivilised northlands that they sought to bring under the king's reign.
The Northern Wars
CALAIS, LEGION Winter, 1E78 “To arms! To arms!” a soldier called out as their captain crumpled to the ground before them. The rioters had begun arming themselves with bricks, staves, swords, hammers, axes, knives, bows, and stones as they assailed the king's men who sought to contain the fire and insurrection that continued to grow and spread despite their best efforts.
A Spring To Action
CALAIS, LEGION Winter 1E78 "Alright, you all know the plan. Mathias will accompany us from a distance whilst Robin and I make our move to depart from here to my contact in France. Once we're through the checkpoint and on our way, Mathias will give the signal. If anyone has any questions regarding the plan or their roles, this is the final chance to voice any concerns. Once we depart from this house, the plan is in motion and there is to be no deterrence- however slight. Is that understood?" Edwin spoke up. He'd returned to Calais a couple days previously from his northern travels, having spent the time gathering and preparing the imperial insurrectionists for what was soon to pass.
CALAIS, LEGION Autumn, 1E78 All Legion houses were built in the same fashion, generally leaving one with three basic options when purchasing a place. The upper-class aristocrats bought three-story townhouses whilst the lower-class workers rented single floors of the very same townhouses broken into flats. Merchants, however, found themselves in a middle-ground, sometimes buying two-floor homes, such as the one Robin presently found himself facing. The aristocratic homes were painted in lavish colours and the windows often overlooked beautiful gardens past the thick velvet curtains that decorated them whilst blocks of flats were plain coloured and with shared backgardens. Edwin and his neighbour's houses were more basic however, though still more decadent than the lower-class cottages and blocks of flats of the poor. The houses were built alongside each other as was the style of Legion towns and they lined the street in rows.