Obsidian Eagle
Bio
Anti-Poet Extraordinaire + META-Fiction Aficionado. He/Him. Here for my favorite bands and brands; representing them with a pen sharper than any sword. WARNING: Extreme Linguaphile! Toltec Storyteller & Herald of Quetzalcoatl #LATINX
Stories (24/0)
Hex Cycle I: Tertiary Scenes
Highest Zone of Ketheroz Vortexyuh — Daughter of Nuyth — needed no introduction to the High Court of Ketheroz. Vortexyuh's urgent request for an audience with the powerful Amoun-Rah preceded her so Bez, the protector troll, escorted her into a stately loft.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Hex Cycle I: Secondary Scenes
Medyuh By The Sea (3030 CE) Sitting at a seaside resort next to Mareh Kazpyuh (formerly the Caspian Sea), Empress Atharvanh is attended by a retinue of handmaidens. She’s of tan complexion with tawny hair and verdant eyes. Flamingos frolic with pelicans in the water nearby while waiters serve libations to the ladies. Yet they soon see the arrival of a pair of Atharvanh’s spiritual counselors; High Priests of Kekh.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Hex Cycle I: Prologue
3030 CE: Lunar Capital Nautlyz-Korh Governess Tethyz headed down a metallic corridor toward her teleconference chamber. She was accompanied by two Colonial Gardz whose silver-plated pauldrons and blue ceremonial capes made appear very imposing. Yet ‘twas no mere peacocking. Because although the innermost enclaves of the lunar capital were secure under Tethyz, rebellion was afoot throughout Lunah.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Dragoon's Teeth
"A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb." ~ W. H. Auden There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd, but nowadays, there were too many to count. The armies of Bel-Katran & Dorn-Atrax had recently razed two distant districts to the ground, leaving very few human survivors. Although it was called a valley, Ataúd was actually a broad canyon that circled the globe of Draco Primus. Within it, seven districts remained to be conquered by the vicious Dräägz. From the Northern mountains, Dragoon Ereboz looked down on the dukedom of Logoz. Simultaneously from the Southern ranges his twin, Dragoon Eroz, oversaw the duchy of Ludoz.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Girl With The Dragoon Tattoo
"She who fights too long against dragons, becomes a dragon herself." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche (paraphrased) There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd, but Nyx was the third person on Draco Primus to find an artifact originating from the ancient Dräägz civilization. The first two had been the twin brothers, Ereboz & Eroz. Both of them became human-dragon hybrids known as Dragoons. Egregiously, either one had raised an army of Dräägz and launched attacks against settlements situated in the valley's outer rim.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Double Dragoons
"People who do not believe in the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons." ~ Ursula K. Le Guin There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd. At least not until the ancient Dräägz—Bel-Katran & Dorn-Atrax—were stirred from their primeval slumber by archaeologists digging beneath the rocky surface of Draco Primus. On separate continents, the human twins Ereboz & Eroz each found a diadem that turned out to be Royal Gemstones belonging to Bel-Katran & Dorn-Atrax (respectively). As a result, both brothers were transformed into 'Dragoons'; whom blindly executed the will of those powerful dragon lords.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Imagine Dragoons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of Ataúd. In fact, when refugees from the recently defunct Sol system arrived on Draco Primus it'd been more or less a barren wasteland bereft of all but the hardiest flora and scantiest fauna. It took several centuries of laborious effort to finally terraform the landscape by employing aqueducts that redirected myriad streams through the mountains from a few faroff rivers. It was also how long it took for excavations beneath the planet's surface to yield the first vestiges of a bygone civilization that far outpaced humanity's plodding progress through the cosmos.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
Bunker Rock Reviews: Anomalous Materials
Release Date: January 28, 2022 Last time on BRR, Yours Truly had the pleasure of reviewing an indie EP released by one Drew Haze. Today, Obsidian Eagle is pleased to appraise a full length LP produced by longtime songsmith Liam King. As always OE's intention is to tip off readers regarding nouveau soundscapes that make for good listening when you're hunkering down in the bunker during the post-apocalypse era, or really, whenever!
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Beat
The Monkey's Uncle
Author's Note: This story is a continuation from The Lion's Mane. Although our flight was headed for Southern Spain, the airplane touched down in Gibraltar international airport, which is properly British territory. We walked across the tarmac and checked in at customs, then headed straight to the Mediterranean steps, where Zoraya and I were met by Captain Falco and a dozen more Knights of Verona. They all wore stylish suits that gleamed like steeled armor in the August sunlight. Their sidearms were subtly concealed, yet visible to a discerning eye. I myself had managed to get my trusty Estoc through the aforementioned checkpoint, on account of it being considered an antique. Zoraya's vintage pistolet also fell into that category; she now removed it from its wooden box and holstered it. We would appear to be mere LARPers to any casual onlooker.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Mane
Author's Note: This short story is a continuation of The Bronze Setter. It had been about two months since I'd gotten my hair trimmed by Falco back in The Bronze Setter. The sword duel mid the garden behind the barber shop had been such a surreal experience that I almost believed I dreamt the whole thing. However, if I ever needed a reminder that it had really happened, I didn't have to look any further than my bathroom mirror. Every morning after I awoke, my pompadour seemed to have grown more voluminous than before. That coiffure made me look so crazed that I routinely got called out to fight in public places. I'm not sure why exactly, but perhaps it was my hairdo's passive air of pomposity that set some people off rather violently! Very soon I began losing count of how many challengers I had to put in their place with the butt of my trusty Estoc. Although as Falco predicted, I didn't even have to draw the blade from its scabbard.
By Obsidian Eagle2 years ago in Fiction
