Searching for the Lost Library

Korm and Gho from Korm and the Lost Library (see elsewhere on this blog).

Museum Piece

Master Belmok and Korm examine an Ogre skeleton. A scene from the short story Korm's Master, published here on NOT.

 

More Ortha Efforts

From Eye of Darkness: the younger Belmok, the younger Thron, Leren the Ivra, and the Quest of the Eye of Darkness; Raksil, the evil incarnate Yorn (that is to say, he is evil and incarnate, but he's not Evil Incarnate). From not only his own short story but from Goldfire: Thron plays a game with Korm. And from the unfinished story Thrand, the older Melniar and Melniar attending Thrand.

Inconceivable Dimensions Not Shown

The Domain of Doors and the Fountain of Forever. See the short story published here, Shutting the Door, for the best explanation. 

How They Met

When he was sixteen, Taryn was a Mad Lad on the streets of Morg City. After he stole Sergeant Roth's supper one day, the Morg swore he would track him down and catch him. He finally cornered him in one of the City's dangerous sewers, and after they escaped, Roth convinced Taryn to join the army. Thus began the illustrious career that would lead him to becoming King Taryn, the first Human ruler of Morg City and overlord of Forlan. Roth looks particularly grim and his beard a little short.

Angel's Song: My Poetry

ANGEL'S SONG

 

Far lies the road that I must take,

Far, far the stars may roam,

But I have far and farther still

To go till I reach home.

 

My eyes were made to watch the course

Of star's eternal swing:

I listen in the audient void

While planets move and sing.

 

I was not made a common wight

Of blood or flesh or bone;

I dwelt within the Living Light

When Adam walked alone.

 

I moved the slow wheels of the world

Till Adam's time was full,

His kingship come, his rule fulfilled,

To steer the round world's hull.

 

But Adam fell, his song was stilled,

And still alone I bide.

I hold the reigns that were his right,

The wayward planet's guide.

 

Through aeon-turnings I have made

(An angel cannot weep)

I look towards Heaven even as

A steady course I keep.

 

Until a Man shall come again

To take from me the planet's rein:

Far lies the road that I must go,

Far, far the stars may roam;

But I have far and farther still

To toil, ere I reach home.

Adventuring in Ortha

Three things worth noting. The animation keeps trying to make 'ambiguous' pictures of Morgs into humans; also keeps giving the Ivra breasts; and gave Nolan those tattoos, which I consider a positive addition.