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Help Bring Vilven To Life

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Story, Writing with tags , , , on April 30, 2019 by darkjade68

One year ago, my girlfriend and I began playing a One Person Dungeons & Dragons Campaign…

A year+ later, we’ve found that we’ve left a trail/brought to life a great story.

SUMMARY:
Adventures of Vilven Ledsong is a retelling of a single player Dungeons and Dragons campaign. The campaign began over a year ago, and still continues today!

The campaign was started from the love of two storytellers, James Mahoney (The Dungeon Master) and Kaitlin Q. Calkins (The Player). Together they built a special and unique world, full of emotionally driven characters.

Vilven Ledsong, the protagonist, is pushed throughout the story to transform to a higher level spiritually, emotionally, physically, and in magic. She is supported by a group of diverse friends, who become not only her allies but her family.

With the hope of bringing Adventures of Vilven Ledsong to life, the story is currently being written online by Kaitlin Q. Calkins.

The retelling of it is ongoing, and has even begun to be told through visual art from the talents of LivingSilver .

With your help, Vilven’s story can continue to grow into different forms of media, including books, comic books, animation, and even movies.

You can be part of this by Donating @ Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong GoFundMe Here

You can check out the Story Here;

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances

And the Art So Far is Here;

Thanks for your Belief, and your Support!

DarkJade- (James Mahoney)

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Art For Chapter 2 Of Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Art, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy, Fiction, Story, Writing with tags on April 26, 2019 by darkjade68

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Here’s the Original Art For Chapter Two of Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Commissioned by My Player, who is Writing/Retelling our Current Dungeons & Dragons Campaign.

Art Commissioned by Living Silver

Art For Chapter 1 Of Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Art, Dungeons And Dragons, Fiction, Story, Writing with tags , on April 17, 2019 by darkjade68

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Here’s the Original Art For Chapter One of Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Commissioned by My Player, who is Writing/Retelling our Current Dungeons & Dragons Campaign.

Art Commissioned by Living Silver

If You Have A Young Girl In Your Life (13 to 19), I Truly Believe They Should Read This Book

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, Writing with tags , , , on April 17, 2019 by darkjade68

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Though this book/novella wasn’t written deliberately for young woman, I do believe they should read this book.

Mady is a 15 year old girl struggling with her life

Prologue

Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.

If you have a young girl in your life who means something to you, I truly believe she’ll benefit/love this book.

Available on Amazon @ I DIED ONCE

Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter XII) – Rivers And Races

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Dungeons And Dragons, Fiction, Story, Writing on April 11, 2019 by darkjade68

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Chapter XII Of My Current Campaign, Which Began A Year Ago, As Written/Retold By My Player Who Plays Vilven

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

CHAPTER XII

“Are you sure you’re doing alright, Jaren?” Vilven asked behind her, her exotic voice clear as she walked in front of him in the dark forest.

“I’m fine.” Jaren said in a slightly irritated tone, since he had been asked that question almost non-stop since they were forced to leave their camp in the middle of the night.

They were all quite tired, their sleep having been cut short by two intruding Rangers. Cho and Beaden, they called themselves.

Grid offered to carry Jaren, as he had done earlier that day, but Jaren refused. Jaren was considerably embarrassed when he heard about his unconscious body being carried around, so he simply said he could just lean on Wiendle if he needed. Which he did.

But to his credit, he did seem much stronger, and was walking, close to normal, most of the time. So Vilven figured it might be best to fight the urge to check on him too much. A man’s pride did count for something. Though, at times, it did count for too much. As was the case of her father and many water elemental she had met throughout her upbringing. Memories of the Water Plane filled her mind. But she quickly brushed it off. It wasn’t the time to ponder such things.

So she looked ahead.

“What do you think those men wanted from us anyway, Grid?” Vilven inquired quietly to him.

The tall Tigron looked back at her from the head of the party, his frame actually quite frightening in the darkness, the many weapons they had taken from the Rangers hanging over on his back. Her night vision dulled the golden of his fur so that he looked like some untamed, nocturnal beast.

“Difficult to say.” He said after a short pause. Then he looked forward again. “They are no thieves, I know that. But they definitely got that gold from somewhere.”

Vilven’s large, black eyes furrowed with pensiveness at his response.

***

They walked on, through the night, the sun slowly rose creating heavenly golden streaks through the breaks of the branches, the many varieties of small birds chirped happily to meet the morning.

They were all very relieved to be out of the dangerous veil of the night. Especially Wiendle and Jaren who did not benefit from the night vision Grid and Vilven had. But the vibrancy of the day did reveal to them how tired they were. It seemed the more gleeful the environment, the more exhausted they all became.

Vilven was very silent, even still, staring at the ground, forcing her legs to take step after step. Her tiredness was perhaps moving her into delirium, and perhaps it was an unfounded confidence she was feeling, but she was stricken by the quick growth she had gone through. She could feel how tired her legs were from travelling, but she could also feel her muscles adjusting and adapting, her physical strength catching up with her needs.

She also felt strength from trust in her magic, though she didn’t know much about it yet, and understood it even less, it was there for her in the moments she needed it most. It was something, she knew, she would soon rely on everyday. It was scary, but it was also becoming a part of her identity and what she thought of in moments of deep, self-reflection.

In a quick burst of energy, that threw her out of her thoughts, she could feel Areiden. She could feel her elemental blood. She could feel the water. The feeling made her shiver in excitement.

“There’s water. There’s a body of water somewhere.” She announced to them as she stopped, Weindle and Jaren nearly walking into her. Her head shot to the left and the right, then the left again.

“It’s that way!” Vilven said with delight, pointing to the left of her. “Grid, let’s check it out.”

Grid sighed heavily with tiredness, but then responded, “We could use some water anyway.”

Without thought, Vilven shot toward the direction of the water. Her stomach tight with anticipation, her smile broad as she headed for it.

Then she saw it.

The trees of the forest halted to reveal a large, fierce river. The sound of the water was loud and turbulent, but was somehow still very soothing and bright. The water was clear, almost painfully so, which made everything around her look like some sort of hyper-reality. She never spent much time in rivers, as there were only a few on some of the islands scattered in the Water Plane, but she admitted to herself that she loved them.

They always seemed so busy to her, like they had to overcompensate in strength and quickness what they lacked in space compared to lakes and oceans. But it made them exciting to her, and the fish that lived in them were so unique.

She happily dived in with limber and grace, meeting the water with gratitude. Her muscles eased instantly. She couldn’t believe that it had been almost a week since she had swam last.

She held on to a rock against the harsh current as she peered over to see Grid, Wiendle, and Jaren arriving. She waved her arm over her head at them.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it!” Vilven shouted to them as the fish hustled around her.

Grid dropped the multitude of weapons to the ground, then walked over to the edge of the river to splash water on his face. He then stood tall, looking around to assess the safety of the area.

Jaren slowly sat down, a hand to his side, while Wiendle girlishly laughed with exhilaration.

“Isn’t it just beautiful, Jaren! We would have never been able to see this if we had stayed!” Wiendle said to him. Jaren smiled and nodded, but he was only looking at her.

After about half an hours rest, Grid stood up authoritatively, picking up the discarded weapons.

“Vilven. Come. Let’s get on our way.” Grid called out to her in the water.

“Already?” Vilven called back to him. “Aren’t we heading in the same direction of the river?”

“For now, but at some point it will turn north again.” Grid replied.

“Well, until then…” Vilven said as she began to swim in the direction of Warden.

Grid sighed again with tiredness,  then turned to the princess and Jaren.

“Princess, Jaren, Come.”

They traveled this way for the rest of the day, Vilven swam while Grid, Wiendle, and Jaren walked on the river’s edge. When night came, they stopped, had a quick dinner, then all rested. Vilven offered to take watch for most of the night, which Grid agreed happily to. He was a very strong being, but even he knew he had physical limits, especially with such little sleep.

And though Vilven was still tired the next morning, the rest of them seemed remarkably refreshed and alert. Vilven thought, without regrets, that it was a fair price to pay to be able to swim all day.

And that is what she did, for the next two days before the river finally did start to make it’s way North. She helped them cross the water, then left it behind. Her heart renewed as she made her way forward.

All of their spirits were high, as the traveled the final days to reach the long awaited village of Warden.

The four of them walked through the edge of the trees to meet the small village.

“Warden, at last.” Grid said with a flourish

Vilven’s eyes grew wide with surprise at how beautiful the structures were. The wood was sanded down with careful precision, and there were intricate carvings adorning them, which must have taken many years to complete.

She also felt the deep, penetrating depths of the ocean call to her, as Warden was on the west coast of Varamore. She smiled as she saw a few ships in the docks, floating and swaying in the water.

And as they made their way closer, she took note of the people which resided there.

They were surprisingly tall. Not all as tall as her, but much taller than Jaren and Wiendle. All of them seemed to be lean and slender, which made them seem even taller. They had fair skin, sharp, long features, elongated with lengthy, pointed ears. Their dress was simple and elegant. Vilven thought they were quite an attractive race.

She watched fascinated as two of the males, who appeared to be some sort of guard, approached them in a nearly meditative, beautiful gait. They stopped solidly in front of them to halt their progress.

Both had rich, brown hair with alluring grey eyes, though their features didn’t strike Vilven that they were related.

One of them spoke, his voice clear and musical, though somewhat harsh.

“You there,” He said to Grid. “What business do you have in Warden?”

“Nearly passing through, supplies and passage South” Grid responded automatically.

“What about those two?” The other said in a denigrating tone, his eyes narrowing as his arm motioned disrespectfully toward Jaren and Wiendle.

Grid looked apologetic, though Vilven knew Grid well enough by now to know it was a ploy. “We’re putting them on the first boat out of here.” He responded with mock disdain.

“See that it’s done.” The first guard said sharply, then moved aside to let them pass.

As they walked by the guards, though Vilven was purposefully silent, she did glance at them. They noted her look, slight smiles coming to their faces as they took in her beauty.

“My Lady” One of them said with an approving nod.

When they were some distance away, Vilven looked at Wiendle and Jaren, who both seemed a bit offended.

“What was that all about?” Vilven whispered to Grid.

He shot a quick glance at her, then responded matter-of-factly.

“High Elves.”

 

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Mady Unlocked (Chapter II) – Caged

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady Unlocked, Mady's Storm, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, Writing on April 10, 2019 by darkjade68

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If you’re interested in Reading the First Two Parts of this Novella Series, you can grab em on Amazon @ I Died Once (Book 1) in Print Or Digital, & Mady’s Storm (Book 2) in Print.

This is the Third Novella of the Series, all of which have been written within this Blog (Non Edited)

Enjoy Mady Unlocked

MADY UNLOCKED

by DarkJade

CHAPTER I 

“I Can’t Say For Sure What Happened That Night… I Know I Had A Nightmare… Followed By… A Nightmare.”

“First It Was My Father… Then Mack… Now I Am Alone Again.”

“And What Became Of Billy?”

“Am I Awake?”

“I Don’t Think I’m Awake Yet…”

CHAPTER II – Caged

Sitting at the poker table in the room were six men, but the table held eight.

Samuel Coinyard, oil tycoon. Long white hair, large mustache, tall tan cowboy hat, dark brown long coat.

Dustin Dodge, dark hair, brown forgiving eyes, non trustworthy smile, maybe in his mid thirties.

Rim McKenick. A man from Ireland, squinty eyes, non trusting demeanor.

Long Jones. A colored man in a grey tuxedo. Full of smiles, he ordered drinks for everyone at the table, and tipped too much.

Milford Collins, a young businessman from New Jersey.

And Cliff Engels, a shady looking, large grey hat wearing mystery.

Mady approached the table, leaving Spilwell behind, “May I sit?” she spoke.

“Well of course little lady,” jovially replied Long Jones, as he pulled out a chair for her.

Some of the men looked at one another, some paid it no mind.

“Texas Holdem… I’d Seen My Father Play With The Help From Time To Time… But Never Played Myself,” thought Mady.

“So tell me fine lady, what is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing in such a place as this?” spoke Dustin Dodge, laying on the charm., which of course with Mady, did not work.

“I think I may have killed a man in New York City,” she replied in almost a daze.

This grabbed Milford Collins attention, as he was from New Jersey.

“Did he owe you money?” he asked.

Samuel Coinyard laughed a bit, while Milford Collins began to sweat.

“World be mad, deal me in!” suddenly came boisterously from behind Mady.

When she looked to see who it was, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

A tall, light color haired man, with a mustache and cowboy hat sat down directly across from Mady, “Well, well, well…” the man spoke, “If it ain’t little Mady Monroe.”

“Rex Tayor… I Can’t Believe It… The Man Whose Father Bought My Family Estate After My Mother, and Step Father’s Passing.”

“Rex Talor… How do you do…” spoke Mady non too friendly.

Rex pulled out a cigar, bit off the end, spit it out, and lit it, “Better by the moment I recon… Better by the moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“You two in? Or are you not done with this little ‘reunion’,” spoke Cliff Engels, none to friendly.

“Deal er up!” replied Rex.

Cliff looked at Mady who looked back blankly, “Uh…”

Suddenly the server brought Mady an envelope, which she calmly opened.

Dear Mady Monroe

Welcome To Louisiana

You Have Received A Credit Of $100,000 Aboard This Ship

Enjoy The Ride

Sincerely, Troy

“Troy?” Mady thought to herself.

“Mam?” suddenly interjected Rim McKenick, the Irishman.

“Yes… Well… I’m not sure I remember how to play… But I’ll give it a shot,” she replied.

And so the card game continued. And within a few hands, and several hundred dollars lost, Mady began to get the general gist of the game.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dark Haired Girl

What Is ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong’?

Posted in Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong, Dungeons And Dragons, Fiction, Story, Writing with tags , , on March 29, 2019 by darkjade68

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What Is ‘Adventures Of Vilven Ledson’?

Just over a year ago, I began Running a One Person Dungeons & Dragons Campaign, with a Single Player.

A year plus later, the Campaign continues, and has Created & Left behind an immense amount of Story and Content.

My Player has fallen in love with her Character, a Water Genasi Warlock named ‘Vilven Ledsong’…

…so much so that last October she began Writing a Blog Retelling our Campaign’s Story from Day 1.

After Posting 10 Chapters/Posts, she decided she wanted to start Commissioning some Art for the Posts.

But first she needed to find an Artist, which she did in @living_silver

This First Piece of Art (Above) is of Vilven about midway through the Campaign (Maybe Level 8, she’s now Level 16), with her Patron behind her, ‘Areiden’, a Water Elemental (Water Lord with an Immense amount of Power).

My Player is Writing the Blogs, based on the Stories we’ve formed together as Dungeon Master & Player, and I’m contributing towards the Dialog of many of the NPC’s (Non Player Characters) I’ve created along the way.

But Vilven is all her.

I encourage you to check it out, she is a Gifted Writer, who I approached several years back to help me with a ReWrite of a Fantasy Novel I wrote, and have yet to Self Publish.

Enjoy!

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning