So, this actually began life as a scene in the next Realmgard story, Charge of the Lyte Brigade (release date still TBD, but soon…ish) that didn’t make it into final version of the story.
It didn’t fit the pacing of the story, but I just love this scene. And it has some great lines that I feel compelled to share.
Also, I’m running out of ideas.
Not ideal at the end only the first week of the month…
Nolan Lyte has just had a brilliant idea for the Lyte Brigade’s next training exercise. He gathers the members of the guild at their table in the corner of his parents’ inn.
“Wait here,” he tells them. He dashes to the kitchen and returns with an armful or condiments, foodstuffs, and tableware.
As the five other members of the Lyte Brigade regard him sceptically, Nolan begins to lay out the items on their table.
“So, I’ve got this idea,” he explains. “We can work out some of our strategies by running through them on the table. We’ll, uh, we’ll have to use this stuff to stand for each of us. I’ll be the salt. Matilda can be the pepper. Pela, you’re this olive.”
The Half-Goblin narrows her eyes indignantly. “Oh, sure.“Make me the olive. It’s because I’m small and green, right?”
“What?” Nolan exclaims. “No! I swear, I just — Look, I’ll be the olive. Pela, you can be the cookie. Amara, you can be the napkin.”
“I don’t want to be a napkin!” Amara protests.
“I can be the napkin,” Tancred offers.
“Thank you,” Nolan says to the young knight. “Okay. Tancred, you’re the napkin. I’m the olive. Pela, you’re the cookie. Amara, you’re the salt. Falcata’s the pepper. And Matilda is the vinegar.” He heaves an exasperated sigh. “Is that okay with everybody?”
He receives no objections and is — finally — able to continue.
“So,” he says, “a lot of the adventuring manuals I’ve be reading—”
“You would,” Matilda mutters.
Nolan gives his sister a sideways glance, but otherwise ignores her.
“The manuals have been saying that it’s best to start out a fight in a standard 2-1-3 formation,” he says.
He begins arranging his culinary stand-ins for himself and his guildmates on the table.
“Tancred and I both have shields, so we’ll be up front,” he says.
“But if I’m at the back, I won’t be able to see what’s going on!” Pela notes.
Nolan nods. “Okay,” he says. “I can work with this. We’ll just adjust our formation to a 3-3. Pela is volunteering to join me and Tancred up front —” He glances over at the Half-Goblin. “Thanks, Pela. We’ll appreciate the support.”
The colour drains from Pela’s green face. “Up front?” she repeats. “Like, where the bad guys are? That is not what I meant, Nolan!”
Nolan, however, has become too engrossed in his strategies to make note of her objection.
“So, while the three of us engage the enemy directly,” Nolan continues, his excitement and strategising both reaching a crescendo, “Amara and Matilda, you’ll be supporting us with your magic. And, Falcata, you’re a good shot with your bow, right? You’ll be providing fire support.”
Clutching her much-loved, much-worn toy rabbit, the esteemed Count Bunnyescu, Sally, the youngest of the child siblings, walks approaches to peer curiously over the rim of the table.
“Oh, a cookie!” she exclaims, snatching up the cookie and stuffing it into her mouth.
“You just ate me!” Pela gasps. “She ate me!”
Well, with that, I’ve made it through a week of writing every day. And only ran out of ideas, oh, six times or so…
I’m going to count tomorrow’s epilogue chapter to The Treasure of Oake Island as Day 8, partly because I don’t want a new chapter and a daily writing to distract from each other, and partly because a fairly short epilogue chapter still fits the spirit of the whole daily writing thing.
Also, I’m post, like, a “Writing Every Day: Week 1” thing that will have links to all the writing prompts I’ve done so far.