Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Writing Wednesdays: The Absurdly Epic Tragedy of Oscambria 1.7

You can click here and read the previous Cantos to the story. In short, the ever popular actor Oscambria has been cursed by upsetting a spoiled gods son and has been exiled from society. In his wanderings he learned of his destiny. Since finding his purpose he, by fate or happenstance, found the person he was supposed to find. He rescued them from bandits and watched idly as Arca quickly murdered a fallen and unconscious attacker. This Canto is much shorter than the previous ones, which is good for the busy holiday season. After this Canto I’ve also put up a crude (but I’m proud of it) map, drawn in MS Paint. As always, feedback/criticism is appreciated.


Now seems a time for me to pause in this tale and let you stretch your legs
And let your mind ponder on the events that you’ve read so far.
Surely most of this you’ve heard before,
But I’d wager that you’ve not heard it quite like this.
I want you to understand, dear readers, the tragedy of Oscambria,
Of how significant his exile was to him.
How it must have weighed heavily on his mind each passing moment.

Up until his curse, he had been a respected and beloved citizen of Athins,
Admired by men and women alike.
The men respected his wit and his mind,
Though they admonished him some for his quick tongue.
The women respected his handsomeness,
And all respected his prowess on the stage,
Commanding the theatre as if he were one of the Muses himself.

Yea, Oscambria was the favorite son of Athins,
And I suppose he enjoyed being in that light.
Marvel at how quickly, though, his fellow citizens deserted him
And turned upon him,
Casting him from their midst without a trial or a chance at defense.
Doubtless it was Rone that instilled this hastiness in the mob,
Acting in his ignorance and misguidance by Zzizgarg’s smooth words.

Though Zzizgarg was a liar and an immortal,
It can never be said that he was stupid.
No, in fact he was far from it,
And his scheme of cursing Oscambria put into his greedy heart a new hunger,
One that would soon lead a country to a terrible war,
Where victims would be countless on both sides
And gods themselves would lie in ruins.

Sweet readers, I ask you to understand the Hero’s mind,
And I ask you to remember his frameset when reading the rest of his actions.
Note that he did not slay the unconscious man,
But he did not defend him either.
Read on, now, and see how Oscambria’s newfound family
And traveling friends were more than they initially appeared,
And where the road would lead the Hero next.


The map was modeled after America and Asia, for the most part. I think clicking on it will blow it up.


I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas Eve and Christmas. If you read tomorrow, it'll be 'specially stupid.


K.A. Denby said...

I'll have to go back and read the thing from the beginning, as I only just arrived here in this part of the blogosphere.

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your comments about The Name of the Wind. I'm now following this blog and look forward to future posts.

Take care.

logankstewart said...

@K.A. Denby: Thanks for stopping by my humble blog. Every Wednesday I try to post up original writings, which you happened upon today. Thanks for following and I hope you like what you read here.

@Myself: Core dump. That map doesn't blow up when clicking on it, it just isolates it. Hmmmm...

Crystal said...

Short, sweet and to the point. Great post. I enjoyed the map.

BTW - I clicked on the map, then clicked on the magnifying glass on the bottom the web page to make it bigger.

logankstewart said...

@Crystal: Thanks very much. The map is proving useful for my writing, so I thought it may prove helpful to others, too.