A Slight Change of Plans

Rather than adding five thousand words of setting document to my text of The Iron Conqueror, I thought it better to add it here. That way, those who are interested can look up anything they want. And those who don’t worry about the worldbuilding don’t have to wonder if they’re expected to read it all. ūüėČ

Linkage here: https://tariencole.wordpress.com/a-griffins-tale/

I’ll include further detail on the Magic System in the Future. But this is a start.

On another note, I’ve almost finished the first book of my Sword & Sandals. Just in time to start a war. ūüėõ



An Adventure With Cage.

Rather than give you a biography if Micajah Thaddeus (Cage) Monaghan, perhaps it is better to share a tale of one of his exploits. This on behalf of His Majesty’s Army in the Dythian Crown Colonies of Itica. I hope you enjoy:

You Are What You Eat

Basierne, Chot Drissa
Imperial Itica
12th Caetani, 3012 Kreiosian

“Good Morning, My Fox,” the raspy, seductive voice of Isolde Vaiel awakened Captain Micajah Thaddeus Monaghan.

“Mmm, it’s morning? How are you up so early after last night?” He teased. “Great Kreios, you made breakfast too?”

“Of course I did, Cage. It’s your birthday.” She affected a pout. “Did you think I would’ve forgotten my Captain’s birthday?”

“I thought you said last…” Cage started. He sat up in bed, revealing his muscular and bare chest. Cage was twenty-three, with blond hair, blue eyes, and the classic horse-soldier’s body; lean muscle and rugged features.

“It was part of your present, yes,” she grinned impishly. She wore a shift barely concealing pleasant hips as she set the tray on his lap. Her blond, clove-scented hair and the view she left him sent fresh waves of desire through Cage. Last night had been the first time they had spent the night in her home. Though not the first time they had shared a bed in their six months together. She teasingly raised the lid over the breakfast platter.

“Poached eggs!” He shouted. “And boysenberry jam? Soter’s blood! How did you manage barking boysenberry jam here?”

She shook her head, her impish grin fixed as she clasped her hands in front of her. “I’ll never tell, My Fox. Now eat hearty, you need a good meal. It may be months before I see you again.” She sighed dramatically. “And I haven’t heard from Father in a month either.”

“Damn, how did she pull this off. As far as I know, you can only get boysenberry jam in Sylvunur or Caralie.”¬†He shook his head. He had acquired the expensive taste while traveling with his father, Duke Roderick Monaghan.¬†“And I think our relationship has never been better since I’ve been posted to the opposite side of the world.”¬†

He ate breakfast leisurely until the swinging pendulum on the opposite wall drew his attention to the clock’s face above. “Abyss, fourth hour already?” He raised his voice, “Isolde! How long does it take to get to base from here?”

“Seventeen minutes if the cable car is running on schedule,” she replied from the kitchen. “But typically it runs two minutes behind.”

“So twenty minutes to get there, and I have to be there by half-past sixth hour.” He grimaced and started wolfing down his breakfast.

As he finished, Isolde returned and started brushing his uniform. “I hope they don’t expect you to appear in your Dress Blues, Cage. I don’t think you’ve time to go home.”

Cage shook his head. “I don’t. And I doubt I’ll be gone over a month, dear.”

She rolled her eyes, “That’s reassuring, My Fox. Assuming some exotic jungle snake doesn’t do to you what you did to my breakfast!”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Cage grinned as Isolde helped him with his sword belt and jacket.

“You be careful,” she said with a poke to his stomach.

Cage caught her hand and kissed it, then her forehead, and last her small, full, red lips. She leaned into him and smiled as he said. “I’ll be fine. At least it’s late spring here. Think how miserable it would be in Trivoria this time of year?”

She shivered. “Kreios save me from another Trivorian winter! And you Dythians get it the worst! Be safe Cage, and don’t be gone too long.” She smiled impishly at him. “And we’ll celebrate when you get back.” Cage smiled and darted for the cable car.

* * * *
Colonel Aylmer slammed his pointer on his desk as Cage arrived. “You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago Captain Monaghan! Perhaps you think your father’s name makes you immune to your inability to be prompt?”

Cage shook his head and snapped to attention. “Of course not, Lord Colonel!”

“Damn my eyes if you think it doesn’t! We both know I can’t discipline you without making a scene. But be assured, you may be smarter than you act. But you’re not as smart as you think, Captain Monaghan!”

“I’ve never thought myself smarter than you, Lord Colonel,” Cage replied, managing to keep his face straight.

“That’s good, Captain; because if I suspected otherwise, I’d ram this pointer up your arse so far they’d need to gut you like a fish to retrieve it! And I know about your Vravani lady friend, Micajah. What would your father think?”

“He’d be glad I’m on the opposite side of the world from Whitemont’s Society Pages, Lord Colonel,” Cage replied.¬†“Though taking a commoner mistress is hardly unheard of among young officers posted in the colonies. They’re just mad because Isolde’s Trivorian and not native.”

“Bloody straight! Fine, this mission should keep you from trouble for the next month or two anyway.” He flipped the map page over with his pointer. “You heard about the chaps from the Crown Society, right? Archaeologists; you’ll take a train to Chenas, about a day’s train into the interior. Pretty much as far as the tracks go, lad.”

“I remember going there with a patrol last year, Colonel Sir,” Cage replied.

Colonel Aylmer shot him an annoyed glance. “Did you? Good, because you’re going upcountry from there. Your porters are already there. There’s a temple at Hingjhao. It’s left over from when the Xingers ruled. The tribes apparently still paid tribute to them before we took over.”

Cage nodded, “Yes, I remember the histories saying Mystics from the Zouxing Dynasty were involved?” The Dynasty had once ruled over nearly three-quarters of the world.

The Colonel shrugged. “Not Xingers, so I doubt they were true Mystics. But they frightened the men. Anyhow, these archaeologists want to explore the ruins, don’t ask me why. I’m no scholar. But you’ll lead a squad of skirmish cavalry, capable of fighting dismounted if the country gets too rugged for horses. Keep the civilians alive, and bring them back when they’ve finished their tour. If it gets sticky, send word and we’ll reinforce.”

“Understood, Lord Colonel,” Cage bowed.

“The train leaves at thirteenth hour, with or without you. If you miss it, you’ll be spending the rest of your career in a three by three cell in the barracks. And even your hero father won’t save you. Is that clear, Captain!”

“Crystal clear, Lord Colonel,” Cage bowed again and backed out.¬†“That could’ve went a little worse,”¬†he thought as he beat a hasty retreat.

Chenas Station
Chenas, Imperial Itica
14th Caetani, 3012 Kreiosian

“Lieutenant! Could you come here, please?” The nasally voice’s request made Cage’s spine shiver.

“Pardon me, Professor Hegan, but the rank is Captain,” Cage replied.

“Captain, you say? Oh, is that higher? Well, I guess it is in the Navy, it makes sense it would be in the Army too.” The Professor was short, pear-shaped, and had a bushy mustache that represented almost all the face visible under his pith helmet.

Cage was unsure whether to laugh or scowl, and so managed to avoid both. “Yes, it’s higher, Professor. But what’s your concern?”

Hegan waved at the bickering between another of the Crown Society members and some Itican natives. “Well, it seems the porters are being uncooperative and refusing to take our baggage. But how can we do research if we don’t have our equipment?”

Cage shoved his hand beneath his pith helmet. “And you expect me to negotiate with them? Sir, you do realize I’m here for military purposes?” Cage watched Hegan’s eyes bulge and raised his hands. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”

A squat man with broad shoulders muttered to Cage, “How did Edward Troop get this duty again?”

“Probably because Edward Troop’s commander is too competent and well-connected to sack. But too much of an annoyance to the Colonel to leave alone, Sergeant Waddle,” Cage replied.

“Well, with all due respect, Captain. I think the commander should either use his connections or make a mistake and get in trouble without getting us killed,” he replied.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cage deadpanned. “Let’s see what the porters want.”

The skin of the four men ranged from gold to dark brown. They argued in the local dialect, which Cage had not been able to decipher yet. He raised his left hand, while his right stayed near his cavalry saber. “What troubles you, friends?”

The shortest of them looked at Cage. His head barely reached the base of Cage’s neck as he said in clipped Dythian, “We understand you go to Ta’na Sa’mra?”

Cage asked, “Is that the name of the temple at Hingjhao?” The man nodded. “Then yes, that’s where the Crown Society chaps are headed, so we’re making sure they don’t get lost on the way.”

“We don’t go to Hingjhao, Captain. Bad things there now. They eat creatures. Take their power.” The porter shook his head and waved his arms.

“What’s your name, friend? And how long has this been happening?” Cage asked.

“I’m Anta. And it’s been since winter’s thaw, Captain. More than one villager has disappeared there,” he replied.

“Anta, my orders include sending back for help if there’s trouble so it can be dealt with. Would you be willing to see that?” Cage asked.

“We won’t go to the village, Captain,” he repeated.

Cage smiled and shook his head. “I’m not asking you to. If there’s trouble, then there won’t be a reason to carry all these things to the village. But they’ll be closer for later, and you’ll have done fair labor. Also, you’d guide my Sergeant back here so he could send word of the danger, yes?”

Anta stopped and pondered. “You listen to us when we say we go no further?”

Cage held up his finger. “If you give me your word you go as far as you can. Then we find a safe place for these things. I’ll not have them strewn across the jungle or thrown in a river!”

“We want more money then,” Anta replied with a greedy grin.

Cage pointed at Professor Hegan. “Money is his bailiwick. I just lead us there and back. And I want to be moving by midday.”

* * * *

17 Caetani

The column wound through the jungle. A horse skittered to the side, as if it were prancing on the parade ground. Cage turned and saw a giant constrictor snake weaving its way out of the river, black on blue. He pulled his pistol and waited, but the snake slithered away from the men.

“I would’ve thought you’d kill it by reflex,” Professor Hegan said; pushing his pith helmet back to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a cloth.

Cage shook his head, too distracted by the hair on the back of his neck standing on end to be annoyed. “Something’s watching us, and not a snake. Best to save lead until its needed.”

He turned and kicked his horse’s side. The column wound with the road again. Cage noticed the porter’s increasingly agitated glances into the jungle to their right.¬†“Chin up, Cage. You’ve been in worse spots. Think of Isolde’s warm embrace when you get home.”

A glimpse of orange preceded a ROAR and a jungle cat leaped from the jungle to their right. Cage called out, but it had already dismounted the rider on point. Cage drew his pistol and fanned the hammer three times. That drove the tiger off before it found his man’s neck. Cage spurred his horse and drew his sword.

It jumped to the left side of Cage, leaving Cage where he could not reach it with his sword. But it turned broadside to the column, which unloaded a barrage of rifles. The tiger fell. Cage dismounted and drove his sword into it’s chest. “Bloody Abyss, I’ve never seen one that big, three meters?” A man said from the back.

“That’s enough, Private,” Cage said as he drew his sword out.

But as he did, the tiger stirred, swiping at Cage with its front paw. Cage leaped back, talons slashing air scant centimeters from his chest. Cage fired his pistol left-handed, and then lunged into the beast with his sword, impaling its chest as it stood on hind legs. It fell back to the ground, slumped over his sword.

“Cut the thing’s head off!” Cage shouted, his heart racing and voice a half-octave high. His men fell on it with swords, and though sabers that had never been sharpened were not the best tools, eventually the head was severed from its body.

Anta ran up, “You see! The beast lived!”

Cage shook his head. “We’ve seen nothing but a wildcat yet,” he lied. “But we’ll find a place to rest for the night. We’ll need to tend to Greg anyway.”

Anta gave him a hard look. “You’re not breaking your word, are you?”

Cage stared back. “I may not be my father’s equal. But I keep my word. And I can’t send word back without knowing what’s there. It behooves us both to keep moving, friend.”

Anta nodded and returned to the porters. They muttered between themselves, but did not unload. Cage took that as success enough for the moment. He walked back to Professor Hegan and whispered. “I want an autopsy done on that tiger, tonight. And I want it done quietly.”

“Captain Monaghan, is there something wrong?”

Cage looked back and frowned. “I’m enough of a soldier to know when I’ve landed a killing blow, Professor. Do that autopsy tonight, alone.”

* * * *

“Captain Monaghan,” Sergeant Waddle’s breath smelled as if he had stashed whiskey in his canteen again.

“Waddle, you’re not nearly as pretty to wake up to as Isolde,” Cage grumbled.

“I’m sorry, sir. Next time I’ll shave closer,” he grinned.

Cage chortled. “Kreios save me from that!” He pushed himself off the tree he had napped under. “What is it, Sergeant?”

Professor Hegan leaned in and Waddle nodded to him. Cage motioned for him to go on, and the Professor tugged his mustache. “Well, you see Captain. The beast you fought…it was already dead.”

Cage’s eyes bulged and he fought down a scream as he reached for his helmet. “Explain that, Professor.”

Hegan ran his hand through his hair and knelt beside him. “Sir, the tiger had its heart, its stomach, and part of its brain cut out. Needless to say, there was virtually no blood in the creature anymore either.”

Cage swallowed. “So you’re saying this was a living creature made into an automaton? I suppose it could be done.”

The Professor’s bushy lips quivered. “Captain, I’m not sure that’s what happened. I don’t know how it was able to move again.”

“Are you saying I should be listening to our tribal porters before I listen to the Crown’s Natural Philosopher, Sir?” Cage snapped.

“Captain Sir, I don’t know about Xing Mysticism. To be honest, that’s why I’d hoped to see this place. I’ve read about their use of the Aether. But I don’t understand how it works. So I wanted to come to a place that’s been touched by them and learn,” Hegan’s eyes blazed as a convert’s.

“Barking Abyss!” Sergeant Waddle cursed. “We’re out here facing we don’t know what so a Professor can satisfy his damned curiosity?”

Cage silenced him with a long glance. “We’re here because the King ordered us here. We serve at his pleasure. Alright, I want to get a little closer before we have to turn the porters loose. So let’s be ready to move at daybreak.”

It was three hours into the afternoon march when the crawling sensation returned to Cage’s neck. He heard the porters behind him bickering again. Then he saw movement on the trail ahead and raised his hand. The column stopped. Cage motioned with his hand for the front two men to dismount and scout ahead.

As they did, he turned to Waddle. “Sergeant, I want two men left with the baggage. The rest will continue ahead, on foot.”

“Yes sir,” Waddle replied.

Hegan drifted up toward Cage. “Captain Monaghan, you certainly don’t…”

“I certainly do intend for civilians to remain at the rear until I know what we’re facing. Is that clear?” Cage snap-turned his head toward the Professor as he finished. “Because if you want to argue, I’ll tie you both against trees here. Then when we get back to Chot Drissa, I’ll send a telegraph back to my father, the Foreign Minister and Duke of Aare. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?”

“Hmmpf, I didn’t know you were the type to stand on your rank, Earl Monaghan,” the Professor protested.

“He’s not. Which means you should take him as serious,” Sergeant Waddle replied.

Cage drew the rifle from his mount and slammed a cartridge into the breach. Then he motioned for two men to advance along the river and two more to the right. The rest followed him. He lifted his hands to his lips.

There were two hyenas and a few men walking in tribal attire. Two of them carried a travois carrying a Dythian Officer. Cage raised his rifle and sighted the back of the man hauling the travois. He pulled the trigger and watched the man tumble down. An inhuman moan rose from him and the hyenas howled discordantly. The rest of Edward Troop opened fire. Their shots ripped through the enemy before rushing in to dispatch them before they could rise again.

Cage reloaded as he approached the travois and studied the man bound to it. He had brown hair and a thick handlebar mustache. His service uniform was tattered, but a Major’s insignia was still visible. “Are you alright, sir?” Cage asked.

“I’d be bloody better if you cut me loose,” he answered dryly. “But given what they had planned for me, I think this is better.”

Cage chuckled and drew a knife from his boot. “I’m Captain Cage Monaghan, Second Hussars, Edward Troop.”

“Monaghan, you say?” the man replied as he rubbed his freed wrists. “You do look a lot like the portraits of the Duke. You’re his son?” Cage nodded. “Well, I’m Major Merill Simpson, Fourth Foot; your father’s old regiment, as it happens.”

Cage smirked as he offered his hand. “Small Empire; pleased to meet you.” They shook hands as Cage asked, “What in the Abyss are these?”

Merill shook his head. “Abyss is the right word, otherwise I’ve no idea. We were escorting a group from the Whitemont Archaeological Society to a Temple. But they led us into an ambush. They killed and…” Merill paled. “…ate the rest of my men. I can’t imagine what they planned for me. But somehow they knew I was the officer.”

Cage swallowed hard before saying, “Pardon me? You’re not misremembering, are you?” He cringed inwardly before he finished the question.

Merill’s eyes flashed. “Are you meaning to…”

Cage held up a hand. “I apologize. But we have two men from the Crown Society with us. They want to go to the same place.”

Simpson gulped. “Can I have some water please?” He drank greedily from Waddle’s canteen. Then he said, “Damn. I can see why you’d be cautious, Captain. These are your men. What do you suggest?”

Cage lifted his pith helmet to wipe away the grime with his sleeve. “When we camp, you, Waddle and our porters will return to Chenas and telegraph Basierne for help. Is that acceptable, Sir?”

The Major tugged at his coat. “Capital, Captain Monaghan! I’ll make sure the cavalry gets rescued for a change.”

* * *

Ta’na Sa’mra, Hingjhao
20 Caetani

Cage’s stomach tied itself in a knot as he saw the Temple. “Bloody thing looks like a Daraskan Ziggurat.”

“You’ve seen one before, Captain?” Professor Hegan asked.

Cage nodded. “With my family, we traveled Erand after the Republican Wars ended.”

The Ziggurat had a single staircase on the west. It ascended to a door at the top of the Temple. Then it descended by narrow stairs, deep into the bowels of the structure. Before they were halfway down, darts skittered against the stone. “Grenade!” Cage shouted, and one of his men tossed a stick-bomb down the stairs. It bounced twice and then exploded at the bottom with a muffled woompf and a cloud of dust, debris, and bone fragments.

Shambling creatures ascended the stairs. “Aim at their heads, lads!” Cage shouted and knelt to give them room to fire. He drew both pistols and fired as fast as he could pull the triggers. The ear-splitting roar of a dozen or more guns in the narrow staircase made Cage sure his eardrums were bleeding.

Smoke filled the stairway, along with the moans of falling creatures and shattered bones. When he counted six shots from the gun in his right hand, he holstered it. Then he hastily reloaded his other pistol. His fingertips singed on the chambers as he spun them. Then he drew his saber.

They had cleared the stairway, so he motioned twice with his saber. Two men descended past him. When the first reached the bottom, his left foot sank. Before Cage could shout, four spears impaled the soldier. “Oh bloody Abyss, Greg,” Cage cursed.

Cage felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, there was nothing you could’ve done, Captain Monaghan.”

Cage grabbed Hegan by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “Is this a damned trap! If it is, I’ll squeeze the life from you right here. You knew there were Mystics here, didn’t you?”

Hegan’s eyes bulged as he shook his head. “My Lord, no! We suspected. The archaeological society had accepted some native Iticans a few years ago. They…stole some books. We tracked two of them here. But we didn’t know what they were, other than agitators. The Directorate asked us to track them.”

“The Directorate? My Father ordered this. And you didn’t tell me?” Cage grumbled as he let Hegan down.

The Professor felt at his throat. “He didn’t know they’d assign you, Captain. And my orders were to not discuss the mission unless I had to.”

Cage gave him a long look. “You can end this?”

Hegan and his assistant shared a glance before he said, “We think so, Captain. At least long enough for you to bring in artillery and demolish the place.”

“More like airships, and they’ll be here any time now,” Cage replied. “So we better move, because the Air Service can’t hit Whitemont from the harbor.”

Hegan pointed at the spears. “Use those to check for more traps, My Lord.” Cage nodded and motioned to the other soldier below to take one.

As Cage descended the stairs, Hegan asked. “What’s the plan, Captain?”

Cage chuckled darkly. “Plan? I’m a cavalry officer, by training and nature. I charge, preferably by the flank. When I’ve done all the damage I can, I retreat as fast as I can. Then I reform and charge again. There’s no flank here that I can see. But we’ll charge and reform back here.”

Hegan gulped. “I see…I was expecting something more detailed. Then draw the creatures back to the door ahead. I’ll stand a few yards behind it and read this scroll.”

Cage smirked as he checked the loads on his pistols and dropped a cartridge in his rifle. “Disappointed I don’t act like my father? It’s a long queue. But fine, we’ll reform on the other side of that door.” He strode toward it without another word.

There were seven members of his troop remaining. Four aligned to his left, three to his right as they passed into the torchlit chamber, dim red flames discoloring the stone walls. A stone throne arose from a dais. Skulls were piled on either side of it. An altar stood behind it, soaked in blood with a body still on it, an exposed rib cage clearly visible.

Cage fought down the urge to gag. “I don’t think much of your d√©cor.”

A man walked around the altar, licking his fingers as he sat in the throne. “I apologize for the cliched appearance. But I haven’t had time to bring it to Dythian standards: Not enough coal smoke, gray haze, and rain, right?”

Cage shrugged as he took another step closer to the throne. “But Itica has fine rugs. Why insist on this musty stone? So drab chap, it won’t do.”

“I suppose after I eat your heart on the altar behind me, you’ll be in a much better position to appreciate your surroundings,” the necromancer said.

Cage sighed dramatically. “You’ve got it all wrong! Now was the part where you disclose your evil plan to take over the world. But since you’ve jumped ahead…” Cage flipped his rifle into his hands and snapped off a shot at the throne from his hip. The bullet flew true and the necromancer dissolved in a cloud of smoke.

“Don’t tell me it was that easy…” Cage muttered with a sly grin. From behind the throne, a chorus of moans arose in a furious cacophony. Cage groaned. “I just had to ask! Fall back! And leave some grenades behind!”

The soldiers retreated to the door, grenades tossed along the floor. The bombs exploded as the first creatures emerged. Doors opened from side passages, and shambling creatures joined the attack. Cage tossed his rifle through the door, spun and drew pistols in both hands.

His men reformed on his flanks. Thunder in their hands as they fired into the shambolic advance. Arms stretched toward them, moans and screams filled the hall as Cage’s hearing was buffeted by the resounding blasts.

“Hold them off a little longer while I read this!” Hegan shouted.

“Better make it damned quick, or we’re going to be on the menu with a fine chianti!” Cage shouted back. One of the men to his right was buried under a tiger. Cage spun and shot from the hip. The beast was thrown clear by the shots and his men finished it.

He felt a hand grasping his left arm. He yanked it free and drew his saber, carving a circle around him. The dull blade needed more than one hack to sever an arm or head. But it still kept them off.

Hegan’s voice left off its chant. There was an eerie silence, and then a piercing scream as the horde fell to dust. Cage stood, a pistol in one hand and his saber in the other. Two of his men had fallen. “Did we win?” One of the survivors asked.

“Abyss if I know,” Cage answered.

Hegan patted Cage’s back. “Captain, we need to find…” his sentence was cut off by a BOOM followed by a deep rumbling. “…Is that an earthquake?”

Cage cursed, “Swards! An aerial bomb; the airship’s here. Everyone out, now!” Cage led by example, sprinting for the stairs.

“But Captain we have to…”

“Run! NOW!” Cage screamed. As his foot hit the bottom step, the earth shook beneath them again. “Damn, they’ve bracketed us. Move it!”

Cage’s lungs were burning as he ran up the narrow steps. The Professor’s assistant tripped and fell over the stairs. He stumbled up, running with a limp and gritted teeth. They reached the top of the Ziggurat to see a bomb released from a half-kilometer above. “Bloody Abyss. GET DOWN!” Cage shouted.

The bomb struck near the base of the Ziggurat to the right of them. Stone flew into the air, forming a crater in the west side of the Temple. The airship turned, revealing the Dythian Fox-on-Water emblazoned on its dorsal. Cage was too exhausted to sprint down the stairs and collapsed against the stone, waving them off.

The airship stopped directly above them, and Cage watched the bay open with morbid fascination. But instead of a bomb, a ladder was winched down to them. Cage sighed with relief and let the rest of his men go first. When he climbed up into the gondola, he snapped, “Crater the barking place.”

“As you wish, Captain,” the pilot said in a cheerful voice.

* * *

Basierne, Chot Drissa
30 Caetani, 3013 Kreiosian

Isolde smiled as Major Micajah Monaghan collapsed into the couch. He flipped the paper open and groaned. “Bloody Abyss.”

“What is it, My Fox? Is the tea not to your liking?”

“It seems there was an accident with Professor Hegan. He was struck by an ox-cart,” Cage sighed.

“Such a shame, he was a University Professor, right dear?” she asked, sitting by him with her elbow on her knee.

“I don’t know if he was a simple Professor,” Cage mumbled.

“Pardon? Oh, you’re not talking politics now, are you? We promised no business until you’re properly welcomed!” Isolde plucked the paper from his hands and tossed it aside.

Cage chortled. “Well, I imagine you have ideas on how to welcome me?”

“My Fox’s star ascends. Soon he’ll be as bright as his father’s. So why shouldn’t I have ideas? I’m proud of you, Cage,” she said and kissed his neck. She put aside her thoughts of the ‘accident’ and her need to cable Sylvunur for further instructions and set about her duty, seducing Micajah Monaghan.

“A woman could do worse things for her Empire,”¬†she thought with a sincere giggle as Cage rolled her beneath him on the couch.

Ladies First


Specifically, Mistress Katharina Tomiko Marquering, the female protagonist of¬†The Iron Conqueror,¬†and the¬†Griffin Tales that follow. Born in the ‘Orient’ of my world (though that’s the west in Sibanenne), but raised in the Union of Vravan as the daughter of missionaries. She is a woman of two worlds, and yet truly welcome in neither. She is well aware of her ‘outsider’ status, and yet cherishes the freedom her adopted homeland allows her.

But her Zouxing heritage manifests in her Mystic talents. Born a sorceress, she becomes a student of the history and culture of her homelands to aid in using her gift wisely. Katharina is always balancing her desire to be a properly pious lady with the knowledge that her talent demands greater discipline, responsibility, and opportunity to protect what she loves.

Petite, yet possessed of a keen intellect, she is a research assistant to her father, who is the Professor of Zouxing Studies at the University of Heideren. She is somewhat frosty to those who do not intrigue her, and yet open and caring to those who capture her interest. She is not without her frivolous side, though few ever see it.

The enigma that is her background becomes a catalyst in The Iron Conqueror. And as she learns about herself, she discovers her enemies are not far from finding out the truth either. And they will not be pleased about what they have learned.

(Character render by Suzi Amberson, aka Kachinadoll on dA, at my request.)


Another Dose of Steampunk Goodness.

Another Dose of Steampunk Goodness.

Welcome to the Iron Conqueror. Kachinadoll from deviantArt made this as the front cover artwork for The Iron Conqueror.

She made a flawless image of Katharina a year back which I will share when I describe her in the future. And she captured something of Cage’s Devil-May-Care Cavalry attitude as well.

And what would be proper Steampunk without future-that-never-was tech? And if it has Gatling Guns for arms, what better way to ruin your day?

Over the next few days, I hope to share a glimpse into the world and characters of the story. Something to help you become familiar with the world of my stories, and maybe entice you to come a little further.

Until then, be sure to like this on dA for Suzi, because she did amazing work. ūüôā

The World of the Iron Conqueror

One of the things I did in A Griffin’s Tale that is somewhat atypical for Steampunk is my choice to indulge in creating a new world. At the time, I was writing a Historical Fantasy series (my¬†Aurori Saga,¬†which if you followed to my deviantArt page, you will see there), and wanted the freedom to explore a new setting.

So¬†The Iron Conqueror has a strong flavor of Victoriana, and Airships, Gaslight, Gears, and all the strange science that one expects from Steampunk. But it also has a goodly dose of magic, common to the “Gaslight Fantasy” subset. Creating a new world also allowed me to spin the Great Game of Nations in directions the Victorian era did not pursue. For example, Caralie pursued a course similar to that of Napoleonic-era France, with a similar end. But in reprisal, it was divided into a group of puppet states, vassals of their conquerors.

As a result, much of Trivoria’s politics are played out through the carcass of fallen Caralie, including the majority of¬†The Iron Conqueror’s¬†plot. It becomes a cat’s paw for The Dythian Thallosocracy and the ever-ambitious Sylvunurian Empire to its west (an analogue to the Prussian Empire, but with an attitude towards those its conquered not entirely dissimilar from The Dominion of the Draka in S.M. Stirling’s Dystopia of the same name. Meanwhile, the Union of Vravan is an experiment in decentralized pseudo-monarchy, much like the United Netherlands of Orange Family’s height.

It’s even become a ‘training ground’ of sorts for the far off Zouxing Empire to allow its Great Houses to prove their worth in the eyes of the Divine Emperor. So, unintentionally (as politics so often does) the winners of a war, in their pursuit of stability, have created fertile ground for a new one. So there is nothing like the Congress of Vienna to facilitate peaceful negotiation between nations. But there is the confusing web of alliances. Yes, it gets messy. ūüėČ

The world is about 3/4s the size of Earth, and significantly cooler. It orbits at the outer edge of the habitable zone of an orange dwarf star. Two large asteroid belts block out much of the star field to the naked eye. It also possesses plentiful coal, but petroleum poor (at least in the parts of the world their technology allows them to explore and exploit). Hence my justification for the prominence of external combustion engines and steam power. The petrol engine exists, but its not profitable to mass produce.

In general, technology is at an 1850s-60s level. Though certain areas (airships in particular) are more advanced. Among the residents of the Zouxing Dynasty, this is not quite as prevalent, as much knowledge is kept from those who lack the Mystics’ Gift. And those who possess it are encouraged to maximize their study and use of it, as opposed to more ‘mundane’ fields. One still finds ornithopters with Aether-fueled power sources and weapons among them, however.

There is magic via manipulating the Aether. Those who can do this are called Mystics, and the gift is much more prevalent in the Zouxing Dynasty than it is on the Trivorian Continent, though even in the east, it is not unheard of.

The vast majority of action takes place in the southeastern continent of Trivoria. It is where both main characters, Cage Monaghan & Katharina Tomiko Marquering, is included below:

. Trivoria

The Iron Conqueror is Coming for You!

As in my soon-to-be E-Published novel,¬†The Iron Conqueror.¬†I’ve spent a long time beating my head against the traditional market’s doors, but I think the Steampunk audience, of all groups in the Speculative Fiction marketplace, is most willing to pursue the alternatives that the New Market Paradigm offers. So I’m going to put my work where my mouth is and try to prove you all right.

Here’s the reverse cover for my work:¬†Image

I’ll stack the work on the cover for The Iron Conqueror against any work the ‘professionals’ at most publishing houses produce. And what’s more, you’ll actually see my world as¬†I imagine it, not some suit who knows nothing about Steampunk but what they saw on a stereotypical¬†CSI¬†episode. (Or even a better¬†Castle one.) ¬†Suzi (Kachinadoll to those who follow her on deviantArt) is a talented artist whose Steampunk works have been sought after professionally before I came calling. And I’ve loved the Steampunk aesthetic since before it existed as a subculture of its own, having grown up on Jules Verne, H.G. Welles and the Future That Never Was.

For those who have seen some form of¬†The Iron Conqueror¬†in the past, I can assure you that the published version is cleaner and smoother than what you’ve seen. I’ve grown a lot as a writer since I first typed this four years ago, and I think it shows in the product.

It will also include a map of Trivoria, a glossary of Nations, Characters, and a summary of the Calendar, Faiths, and Magic System of the Griffin’s Tale series. And the story still has all the intrigue, in-it-to-win-it characters, and no-holds-barred action scenes you expect from a Steampunk story, or from Tarien Cole’s mad imagination in particular.

So find your Coachman’s hats, climb up the ladder, and let the cabin steward pour you some tea. The Iron Conqueror is taking flight.

Flexing the Editing Muscles

I had significant distractions this weekend, so there was no chance of doing any new writing until a few moments ago. Thinking that tending to this might encourage my creative impulses, I (hunts for the next word) pluck at the keyboard and hope my brief discomfort provides you with solace, entertainment, or both.

We saw Despicable Me 2, and despite not thinking I would, I liked it. I also liked the interview with Steve Carroll where he said he had no great drive to do dramatic works, and enjoyed his comedic life. It’s always good to know what you’re good at.

The distractions that stole my focus (coming in threes that all start with the same letter), forced me to catch up in my editing on the project that convinced me to begin this blog. What would that be? Ah! I’m not ready to tell¬†quite yet. But I did make five chapters’ worth of progress. I’m almost halfway done with the rewrite, and I touched up the map to fix earlier errors and generally aid in its readability.

I also viewed the preliminary of the reverse cover last night, and I like it. Now I have to write the blurb to go with it. But I am getting excited. *wrings hands together with evil glee*

Editing is less enjoyable than writing to me, but easier. I suppose I have a good idea as I go through how I¬†wanted the words to sound, and as I reread them, it becomes easier to put them in place than when I was just trying to get them on a page the first time around. ¬†I can’t say there’s anything ornate about my process. I don’t tear each sentence down and start it over. I do drop a lot of dialog tags, as a goodly percentage of them are explained by accompanying action. I also try to set the flow so that I alternate between name and pronoun, and only add in a third descriptor when it’s either appropriate, or there are simply too many uses of the character’s name in succession. Or when 2 people are speaking of the same gender, then I may drop “she” from one, and include a title of some sort.

I just answered a question about Book 2 of my Sword & Sandal’s plot as I wrote this. One of my problems was why a certain character would stay in a place as long as I had her. What about her quest if she’s staying there. Just now it hit me that she sees a way to end her quest prematurely. To fix things before they get out of hand.

Does it end well? Welll, it is book 2 of an intended 5, you take a guess.

Still, that’s a ways away, seeing as I’m not halfway through the first book. If you want to meet the characters from that, you can find one story here:¬†http://fav.me/d6bpie2, and the other here:¬†http://fav.me/d68o3n5

On a completely unrelated note, good to see Landon Donovan on the pitch and playing well for the USMNT. Sure, it was Guatemala. But while I agree LD should have had to play his way back into the squad, we’re going to need him in Brazil.