Post by werewolf on Nov 28, 2012 23:10:17 GMT -5
This is the introduction to a stalled fantasy novel l began a few months ago.l plan to return to it when l've completed a revision on another novel and worked out the problems with the plot after the initial few chapters.l had an outline but background details scuttled it.This openning was maily to set the mood .
lt was the year of our Lord 1648.The omminous shadows of the Middle ages were fading at last,like the morning mist before the sunrise.But the bright new era did arise easilly nor all at once. Many and painfull were it's birthpangs.
Apocalyptic fervor was in the air.lt was widely feared that the Last days finally come.As proof there were the terrible wars of the last generation, all across Europe and the British lsles.Christian faught Christian whilst the Moslem Turks threatenned from the East and the Barbary Corsairs ou of the South.
Plague and famine stalked he land.Each year the winters grew longer and colder.Villages and cities had been laid waste, whole swathes of the continent were in smoldering ruin.Entire regions were abandonned.
ln Europe the Pope's authority was challenged, the Holy Roman emporer defeated by his opponents.Even in England the king awaited trial by his own Parliament for treason, the shadow of the headsman's axe hovering over him.
Elsewhere, God had withdrawn the veil to reveal a vast New World, inhabited by strange seemingly savage races.And yet ellaborately caved pyramids lofted above the steaming jungle canopy.Mighty earthern mounds were reclaimed by the forsets,empty cities clung to desert cliff faces and broken walls crisscrossed the great southern mountain peaks.Their masonry was so enormous only the Devil himself could have put them there.Now, the descendants of the builders were doomed to toil for their conquerors, filling the coffers of imperial Spain with gold and silver.
The once mighty Holy Roman empire had been dismantled in all but name by the recent wars.Proud glittering Venice had slipped into senescence as well.
Despite her gilded domes and broad canals she was squeezed between compeing powers in all directions.No longer was she the mistress of he Mediteranean sea.
Off in the blue East the Russian giant stirred to life.Around the Baltic Sweden built her own empire at the expence of Denmark,Norway, Poland and Lithuania.The industrious Dutch, freed of Spanish rule after eighty years of strife,set ot to create their own aritime empire as those of Spain and Portugal began to crumble.
Further afield, East Africa's fabled ports had become empty ruins while the European powers set their sights upon the gleaming wealth of the exotic Orient.They gained lucrative footholds in Mughal lndia and China, where he Manchus had just overthrown the Ming dynasty.Having driven out the Europeans and swept away their foriegn influences Japan alone slept in her dream of splendid isolation.
lt was an age of nascent science and brave explortion.Astronomers gazed at the heavens, some hereticly proposing that the Earth was not the center of Creation.lntrepid mariners circled the globe in their fleat galleons as cartographers mapped the lands they discovered.Fledgeling colonies were carved out of the widerness. Gunpowder and the canon ball gradually replaced the sword and axe, lance and bow.Castles were scarcely more than relics of te medieval past.A new calendar was initiated to regulate the months and years though not all yet accepted it's use.
lt was a time of unbridled ambitions and undreamed of possibilities.Yet, superstition remained rampant.Even as some charted to orbits of the sun , moon, planets and stars , others continued to cast horoscopes by them. Often the same men did both.Dreams and Tarot cards could fortell the future.Remnants of lost misty and pagan antiquity dotted the landscape still cloaked in legend.The ruins of dea races and fallen empires served as an everpresent reminder of a past never quite forgotten if only dimnly recalled.
Witches, it was said, cast sinister spells for their dark master.To combat them, witch huntrs fanned out across Europe, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.Demons tempted or tormented innocents beneath the cloak of nights dark shadows.Specters haunted the churchyards,ghouls lurked in crypts and the desert wastes. Werewolves roamed the forests.The undead rose from their graves to prey upon the living, Banshees wailed out upon the foggy moors and mighty serpentine leviathans terrified mariners on the vast open seas.....
Such was the world of Aedan Sinclair.Born in the Scottish highlands he'd wandered widely abroad, selling his sword since e was fifteen.Great and mysterious forces were gathering about him, though as yet he percieved them not.Aedan was to play an important role in coming events,,,,if he survived.Sailing homeward from fabled Venice, in the wake of the recent wars in which he'd sold his sword,fate began to converge upon him....with the sighting of Corsaire sails on the horizon......
lt was the year of our Lord 1648.The omminous shadows of the Middle ages were fading at last,like the morning mist before the sunrise.But the bright new era did arise easilly nor all at once. Many and painfull were it's birthpangs.
Apocalyptic fervor was in the air.lt was widely feared that the Last days finally come.As proof there were the terrible wars of the last generation, all across Europe and the British lsles.Christian faught Christian whilst the Moslem Turks threatenned from the East and the Barbary Corsairs ou of the South.
Plague and famine stalked he land.Each year the winters grew longer and colder.Villages and cities had been laid waste, whole swathes of the continent were in smoldering ruin.Entire regions were abandonned.
ln Europe the Pope's authority was challenged, the Holy Roman emporer defeated by his opponents.Even in England the king awaited trial by his own Parliament for treason, the shadow of the headsman's axe hovering over him.
Elsewhere, God had withdrawn the veil to reveal a vast New World, inhabited by strange seemingly savage races.And yet ellaborately caved pyramids lofted above the steaming jungle canopy.Mighty earthern mounds were reclaimed by the forsets,empty cities clung to desert cliff faces and broken walls crisscrossed the great southern mountain peaks.Their masonry was so enormous only the Devil himself could have put them there.Now, the descendants of the builders were doomed to toil for their conquerors, filling the coffers of imperial Spain with gold and silver.
The once mighty Holy Roman empire had been dismantled in all but name by the recent wars.Proud glittering Venice had slipped into senescence as well.
Despite her gilded domes and broad canals she was squeezed between compeing powers in all directions.No longer was she the mistress of he Mediteranean sea.
Off in the blue East the Russian giant stirred to life.Around the Baltic Sweden built her own empire at the expence of Denmark,Norway, Poland and Lithuania.The industrious Dutch, freed of Spanish rule after eighty years of strife,set ot to create their own aritime empire as those of Spain and Portugal began to crumble.
Further afield, East Africa's fabled ports had become empty ruins while the European powers set their sights upon the gleaming wealth of the exotic Orient.They gained lucrative footholds in Mughal lndia and China, where he Manchus had just overthrown the Ming dynasty.Having driven out the Europeans and swept away their foriegn influences Japan alone slept in her dream of splendid isolation.
lt was an age of nascent science and brave explortion.Astronomers gazed at the heavens, some hereticly proposing that the Earth was not the center of Creation.lntrepid mariners circled the globe in their fleat galleons as cartographers mapped the lands they discovered.Fledgeling colonies were carved out of the widerness. Gunpowder and the canon ball gradually replaced the sword and axe, lance and bow.Castles were scarcely more than relics of te medieval past.A new calendar was initiated to regulate the months and years though not all yet accepted it's use.
lt was a time of unbridled ambitions and undreamed of possibilities.Yet, superstition remained rampant.Even as some charted to orbits of the sun , moon, planets and stars , others continued to cast horoscopes by them. Often the same men did both.Dreams and Tarot cards could fortell the future.Remnants of lost misty and pagan antiquity dotted the landscape still cloaked in legend.The ruins of dea races and fallen empires served as an everpresent reminder of a past never quite forgotten if only dimnly recalled.
Witches, it was said, cast sinister spells for their dark master.To combat them, witch huntrs fanned out across Europe, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.Demons tempted or tormented innocents beneath the cloak of nights dark shadows.Specters haunted the churchyards,ghouls lurked in crypts and the desert wastes. Werewolves roamed the forests.The undead rose from their graves to prey upon the living, Banshees wailed out upon the foggy moors and mighty serpentine leviathans terrified mariners on the vast open seas.....
Such was the world of Aedan Sinclair.Born in the Scottish highlands he'd wandered widely abroad, selling his sword since e was fifteen.Great and mysterious forces were gathering about him, though as yet he percieved them not.Aedan was to play an important role in coming events,,,,if he survived.Sailing homeward from fabled Venice, in the wake of the recent wars in which he'd sold his sword,fate began to converge upon him....with the sighting of Corsaire sails on the horizon......