Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)
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Horse Archer, RPG Gamer, and part time Writer of Character based stories.
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Chapter 4 - Abelard Pre Story 4
Leaving Estandia Abelard’s quick tongue and quicker wit soon found him aboard a fast looking Shroudship the ‘One for the Money’, under the watchful eye of Human Captain Matt Threehands. Abelard had even managed, for the first time, a paying spot, as he colorfully embellished his sailing skill and succeeded in convincing the Captain that his years of experience was worth a little more than berth alone, and Abelard settled aboard with pride.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2 - Abelard Pre Story 2
Chapter 2 - Abelard Pre Story 2 - Young, Dumb, & on the Run Bloodied, beaten, and certain that whatever doom had befallen Trollansby was both his fault and still hunting him, Abelard ran through the darkened woods and away from his life, his love, and his family.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Uberous Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For generations, the lush, verdant Uberous Valley had been a garden paradise. Rich, fruitful, land grew crops in effortless ease and abundance. More than enough for everyone in Verdant Village to have everything they needed and more. Illness, starvation, greed... These were dark things told of a time long past. War? War was stories told of other places. Other people. Lesser people.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1 - Abelard – Pre-Story 1 First Steps
Abelard Agnarrson's 'average' youth came to an abrupt end at the hands of a Night Raid that killed everyone in his small village of Trollansby outside Fjordheim, and left him the sole survivor. Mother Sharlee, Sister Sara, Jorunn, his warrior woman first love, all lost to him on one quick and bloody night.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
Why Go Big, When You Can Just Stay Home?
With a sickening 'sploosh', Dodge's bare foot again sunk deep into the muddy bank beneath the stagnant, and far too fragrant, waters. Even along this 'shallow path' he followed, the swamp was already nearly hip deep and showed no signs of ending.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
