FORGIVING AND FORGETTING ON THE WYRLD or I SERVE BRYAN A CAN OF WHOOP-ASS FOR BREAKFAST!
18 October 2014
Greetings, most honored reader, to another install-ment of the Tales of the Traveller as I recount the epic Saga of the Terrific Trio!
Perhaps you thought that I was a little hard on Bryan, but as distasteful as it was, trust me, it was absolutely necessary. On the Wyrld, you always had to be ready to go coco—just to survive! If you think your “good old days” were tough, then you’d realize they were nothing compared to life on the Wyrld, a hard scrabble existence where nearly everyone was ready to bilk you, rob you, or slit your throat (if not outright eat you!). Sometimes I wonder how I ever survived my long years there.
Bryan, besides having to manage his new innate Dwarven heritage and urges, was the son of the Iron Dragon, a hard man and Grade-A jerk if there ever was one. With a father like that, it’s hard to grow up without some of that dripping on to you (though, happily, Nikki seems to have done just that!). I wasn’t kidding when I told Bryan in Tues-day’s transmission that his father once called me a jackass. In fact, he went far beyond that—he act-ually tried to kill me (as longtime readers may re-call HERE). How did I deal with that? Well, let’s just say the Iron Dragon and his friends had their own “Ben Franklin” moment—that is, they suddenly acquired a new understanding and appreciation for the power of lightning and electricity…!
My motto was always to tread softly, give folks a chance: you could always deal with truculence later if need be. Indeed, we should be as gentle as the dove but as sly as the serpent, but sometimes as savage as the wild killer mountain apes of Trylyksssll. First, however, let’s at least give peace a chance.
Next week we begin our adventure—to find Seth—or something worse? Off we go!
With Cognescentii blessings,