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The Barbarian Proud

Posted in Blog Series, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Writing on July 5, 2020 by darkjade68

A New Story

Doragon Kishu (Dragon Rider & Paladin)

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The Barbarian Proud

by DORAGON

EPISODE ONE – The Rise

“I Woke From A Dream, Covered In Sweat…

…this has never occurred…

…not to me”

Rising from his bed in a tavern in ‘Rusk’, is the formidable form of ‘PROUD’, a 7′ tall, golden haired barbarian.

Though he is muscular, he is more long and lean, than bulky.

Naked, with two girls passed out (Also naked) in his bed, he clothes in soft white armour, retrieves his enormous two handed axe, which is leaning against the corner, near the door…

…tosses two silver coins on the bed, and leaves.

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‘BAM BAM BAM!’ Proud stands outside a door to another room, pounding away on it.

‘Seya! Rise!’ he hollers, awaking many other tenants, several opening their door to yell at whomever had woke them…

…then slowly closing their doors with one look at the enormity of Proud.

Meanwhile, inside the…

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Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XV) Windows

Posted in Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fantasy Novel, Fiction, Writing on June 25, 2020 by darkjade68

The Latest Chapter, Written by My Player!

Doragon Kishu (Dragon Rider & Paladin)

This D & D Campaign Began Over 2 Years Ago, And Continues… This Is The Tale Of How It All Began, Written/Retold by my Player!

Find All Earlier Chapters HERE!

The room of the inn was spacious, decorated in rich, natural colors. It emulated the rest of the Wood Elf village of Willant. The nights were quiet here, but for the occasional expression of life from the nocturnal critters who let their presence be known outside.

Vilven laid in bed, moving onto her back to stare at the rough, wood ceiling. She was restless, her mind unable to calm despite the peaceful environment. She was exceedingly thrilled Jo Jo Bar the Bard had agreed to join them in their travel. A smile coming to her even now thinking of his exceptionally warm music and presence. Another companion. It felt good to not feel so alone, as she had felt…

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Posted in Fiction, Film, Film Making, Film Review, Filmmaker, Movie, Movie Review, Movies, Short Film, Writing with tags , , on May 23, 2020 by darkjade68

Episode II Of My New Film Making Vlog, ‘I, Filmmaker’

Including Watching My Short Film, ‘If Not Now…’

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I also do Quick Reviews on ‘Ford Vs. Ferrari’ and ‘Once Upon A Time In Hollywood’…

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…and discuss the Character Jen Yu from ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’

Help Us Bring Our Story To Life! ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong’

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fantasy Novel, Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing on May 22, 2020 by darkjade68

Blue lady

Two years ago I started running a Dungeons & Dragons adventure for my girlfriend

A year+ ago, she started blogging our story from the beginning, and commissioning art

She is a great writer

Please take a moment to check out her GoFundMe

If she gets enough support, she can step away from her current job, and just write for a while

Thanks for your support!

The Paladin & The Rogue – Episode II

Posted in Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Story, Writing with tags on May 11, 2020 by darkjade68

Doragon Kishu (Dragon Rider & Paladin)

THE PALADIN & THE ROGUE

by DORAGON

Episode I

EPISODE II

THE TILEXIAL FOREST

Sir Stalos continues his trek northward, the rain continuing to pour down upon him, getting worse the further north he rides.

The cloaked girl running just enough to keep up with his horse…

…he brings it to a halt, and faces her.

“Why are you following me…” he spoke slightly bugged.

“Aren’t you a Paladin? Shouldn’t you offer to put me on your horse with you,” she spoke flashing those dark eyes, hoping to convince him.

“I am not with the Order of the Red Phoenix,” he replied, and began to turn northward once more.

“I know… Your tabard is blank… But you’re still a Paladin, right?” she replied.

He faces her once more, “What is it you want, how do you know I’m heading anywhere you’d want to be?”

“North is good enough,” she spoke…

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The Paladin & The Rogue

Posted in Blog Series, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Writing with tags on May 10, 2020 by darkjade68

A New Blog Story

Doragon Kishu (Dragon Rider & Paladin)

THE PALADIN & THE ROGUE

by DORAGON

‘Sir Stalos Kneels Within A Chapel, Of Other Men’s God… Not His

But He Is Not Alone’

EPISODE I

AN ORDER OF THE RED PHOENIX CAMP

THE TILEXIAL FOREST

Sir Stalos steps out into the camp, behind him a chapel of, not his god, but he finds peace their anyway.

Crossing his path are two Paladin’s of The Red Phoenix, one on each side of a shadowy charcoal cloaked young woman, with dark hair and dark eyes, her hands bound by rope.

Her eyes lock with his as she wipes dirt and blood from her mouth, she smiles with a slight glimmer in her eyes.

Sir Stalos is struck for a slight moment, then continues his way to his gray steed Oden, which is tied to a tall tree just outside of camp.

He mounts, and makes his way north…

…clouds of a…

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New Art For ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong’

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Art, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fantasy Novel, Fiction, Writing on May 4, 2020 by darkjade68

Blue lady

Art piece, by art piece, my Player is commissioning Art for her Blog Story, retelling/writing the story of our 2+ year Dungeons & Dragons campaign from its’ beginnings

She’s a great writer, you should check it out HERE

This is the 9th piece she’s commissioned from Artist @living_silver

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XIII) – Shifted Memories

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fantasy Novel, Fiction, Writing on April 29, 2020 by darkjade68

At Last It Continues

Doragon Kishu (Dragon Rider & Paladin)

This D & D Campaign Began Over 2 Years Ago, And Continues… This Is The Tale Of How It All Began, Written/Retold by my Player!

Find All Earlier Chapters HERE!

CHAPTER XIII

Vilven felt the boat beneath her slowly float further into the beautiful sea. Her blue hair billowed behind her as the forceful ocean breeze embraced her. With childlike excitement she stood at the helm. She had seen the occasional boat sail above her in the Water Plane, but she had never been on a ship of any kind. Taking in the depths of the ocean, she felt as if she were flying over the water. At first it was thrilling, but as the sails pushed the boat farther from shore, she felt a tug, a deep need, to be underneath the waves. She could feel the water flowing within her dance with the flow of the tide…

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‘Mady’s Storm’ (Novella) Chapters 13 & 14

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady's Storm, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, The Written Word, Writer, Writing on February 21, 2020 by darkjade68

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My Novella ‘Mady’s Storm’ Continued

Mady’s Storm

A Novella

by James Mahoney (DarkJade)

Chapters 1 & 2

Chapters 3 & 4

Chapters 5 & 6

Chapters 7 & 8

Chapters 9 & 10

Chapters 11 & 12

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Family

 

The nightmares still seem to haunt me sometimes…

I can still see the whole scene; I even remember the feeling of the water around me, and remember vividly the sound of the gunshots meant to kill me…

Even after this long….

Some stones left unturned?

I hope not.

I sit up, holding the blanket close to my chest.

I can see the streaks of snow falling, and my window is covered in frost.

The Christmas lights have really begun to sprout up all over the city…

Funny how much warmer people seemed to get towards one another the closer it gets to Christmas…

I think I’m going to like celebrating holidays…

At least maybe one day a year will remind me, and return me to those nights in front of the fireplace with my father.

A Fireplace…

I don’t want to be alone in my apartment on Christmas, I find.

No one should be alone on Christmas.

*

It was that night that I decided to get out of the apartment, and find myself a home.

I looked for a home outside of New York City.

After about a week, I had, at last, found the house I decided to be mine…

It was three stories high, and had a huge fireplace.

I moved in right away.

The kitchen was beautiful too…

I had visions of learning to cook big, delicious meals…

But instead, I had hired a cook…

Then a maid, and a driver…

I even sent a note to Rabia and his family in Africa,

Inviting them to come and stay with me for the holidays.

To my pleasant surprise, they were thrilled to come…

And before I knew it, I had a house full of people…

A huge Christmas tree, decorated brilliantly in the living room…

Perhaps I am building my own family right here in America…

And it feels…

Wonderful.

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Contribution

 

Before I knew it, “The Sam and Scarlett Charity Ball” had arrived… The one for the Children’s Hospital…

I show up at the ball in a white and black ball gown, black high heels, diamond earrings, and a simple, pearl necklace.

My long, dark hair is up, in a tight bun.

And a deep red lipstick stains my lips.

I feel… Elegant.

The wolves are definitely out tonight… But I don’t let it bother me…

Instead I sip my bright red punch, listening to many, many wealthy, business people talk about money.

Apparently it makes the world go round…

But I also meet many of the children’s parents, as the Children’s Hospital Director said I would.

They are so very appreciative, and I, fairly speechless, become so humbled by their warmth…

*

The benefit is a huge success so far…

Some 350 of New York’s wealthy and famous show up, and many of them give healthy contributions.

I am thrilled, and feel… proud.

I think my father would be proud if he could see me… Who knows, maybe he can.

But for every contributor, there is also those that do not contribute when they find out the event is in honor of a woman.

This era has much to learn about simply being human.

But I know better.

The dark haired, blue eyed minx from Virginia has done good…

But some won’t leave it at that.

Some can’t leave it at that.

“Hello, again, Ms. Monroe.”

It is the New York reporter that had followed me to Virginia, and wrote that terrible article in the paper about me…

Randy McCormick.

“Hello Mr. McCormick,” I say politely.

He shakes my hand with a manic smile.

“I thought you already got your story,”

“Oh… There are always new stories to be had, when there are interesting people around, like yourself,” he replies, baring his teeth.

“I see… Well, another time perhaps,” I speak as I walk away.

Surely I’m not going to let one little news weasel mess with this night.

Not on your life…

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THE CHRONICLES OF MADY;

BOOK 1 – ‘I Died Once’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE

BOOK 2 – ‘Mady’s Storm’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE

‘Mady’s Storm’ (Novella) Chapters 11 & 12

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady's Storm, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, The Written Word, Writer, Writing on February 20, 2020 by darkjade68

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My Novella ‘Mady’s Storm’ Continued

Mady’s Storm

A Novella

by James Mahoney (DarkJade)

Chapters 1 & 2

Chapters 3 & 4

Chapters 5 & 6

Chapters 7 & 8

Chapters 9 & 10

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A Time of Giving

 

I sit alone in the dark of my apartment, looking out my window as the bright colors of the holiday lights flicker.

Christmas is almost here.

My father didn’t necessarily celebrate holidays.

No, for us everyday seemed like some sort of holiday.

Perhaps living in Africa was the holiday. It may have been easier, existing far from the material realities displayed in Europe, and in the States.

But it seems Christmas is more than that. It is a time of sharing…

A time of giving…

*

The Hospital Director, a tall, grey haired man, shows me around the different floors of the hospital.

I decided to wear a dark blue, professional skirt, and a cream colored blouse for the occasion, though the chill outside is particularly unbearable.

“We’re doing our best with the little amount of funds our hospital receives,” The director says to me.

We pass by several open rooms, where sick children can be seen in their hospital beds.

Several are playing board games with family members, trying to celebrate the spirit of the holidays.

My mind drifts back to Africa, where sights like this are common, sick children and their families huddled together in little rooms….

I feel a sense of belonging, a connection. It is as if I am no different…

I realize, in this moment, that humanity is not so different than in Africa. And my father had always helped the sick there.

“Most people that donate money towards hospitals, or medical research, do so within regular hospitals… Often funds go towards heart conditions, and/or life threatening diseases that usually have more to do with adults, than they do with children,” the Director explains. “Sadly, not much of it trickles over to the Children’s Hospital”

“I understand” I say “Well, I’d like to donate $100,000 to the Children’s Hospital,” I had my mind made up long before he mentioned any of this, but seeing these children made me offer more than I had originally planned.

I smile inside as the Director freezes, wide eyed and speechless “$100,000?” he asks.

“As soon as possible,” I continue. I open my purse, and hand him my card.

“Here’s the number to my Financial Adviser, her name is Brett Stevens. She’s very nice. She has been given specific instructions to wire your hospital the money, I’ll let her know the amount once I reach my apartment, then call anytime.”

“I don’t know what to say, Miss Monroe… Your generosity is overwhelming,” He replies.

“Your acceptance of the money and compassion for these children are enough,” I finish as I look into the room of a sick child. A young boy of four or five with gorgeous, golden hair, he turns his head and we lock eyes.

All at once I feel not only that I matter, but I am realizing that America is so much more than I once believed….

And that maybe I do have a purpose outside of being my father’s daughter…

“That being the case, we’d like to throw a Christmas Ball in your honor, if that’d be alright?” speaks the Director, breaking my stare with the child. “It will give you an opportunity to meet some of the children’s parents whose lives you’re affecting,” He explains.

“I‘ll agree to it, if you make it a Charity Ball…” I tell him as the idea pops in my head. “Perhaps we can drum up some additional donations, or charitable souls, and really get your research on track…”  I say as I remove one of my gloves, and the shake his hand.

Is this what it means to have money? Maybe the concept was completely different than I had ever thought, the power, much more altruistic and a responsibility than I had ever known.

My focus shifts to my surroundings then, and I grimace in response.

“Also, I don’t want to cross any lines, but you might consider painting this place using more reds, yellows, blues, greens and oranges…” I suggest as we head for the exit “Greys and faded pinks are very depressing I find… Not that I am educated in such things,”

“No, I believe you’re right… And studies are starting to say such things,” the Director replies excitedly.

It is like I cannot stop wanting to help, wanting to give….

“Also… I have a plantation in Africa…” I nearly blurt out “I’ll have them ship some professional photos of the landscapes there, for you to hang in each of the children’s rooms… Just let my Financial Adviser know how many rooms you have, we’ll put one in for each bed in the room.

Before the Director says anything, I speak again, “Africa is truly amazing… Every child deserves to experience it in any way that is possible.”

“Yes… Certainly,” the Director replies, but doesn’t seem too enthusiastic with the thought. People have their thoughts of Africa, I know. Why do you think I wanted to send Rabia back?

I say my goodbye, and walk out into the cold, winter wind. I turn my head a final time to look at the hospital silhouette in the dark, grey sky.

 

CHAPTER TWELVE

Questions

 

I sit alone again, a small glass of brandy in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

My mind drifts back to the money I donated to the Children’s Hospital.

For the first time, I feel there’s an actual use for my parent’s money…

Don’t get me wrong… I know that money doesn’t grow on trees…

And I know that my parents wouldn’t want me to give it all away.

So I won’t.

But I would like to give once in a while, which is why I brought on a financial adviser to help my money grow…

For that is something that I know absolutely nothing about.

A Career…

I’ve never had one.

I am still very young, it probably wouldn’t hurt to have one…

But what?

Lately the passing of my father seems to have hatched a whole world of questions…

And very few answers.

But what answers do I really need anyway?

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THE CHRONICLES OF MADY;

BOOK 1 – ‘I Died Once’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE

BOOK 2 – ‘Mady’s Storm’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE