Out of the Darkness: Chapter 12 Discussion

In chapter 10, things are coming to a close in the Arenas.

The chapter opens with Nameless’ acceptance for the Ascendance trials, which is the only way out of the fights for anyone who has been condemned to the Sands.  I drew heavily on actual history when I decided to set this chapter up, trying to give it a sense of reality without taking the story too far off course, or making it unbelievable.

There’s a little back story that went into this, which I didn’t write into the actual narrative.  When setting up the Trials, I wanted to have the accepted fighters have a natural progression of selection.  I wasn’t sure how many would be reasonable for entry, though the story itself indicates anyone can be put forward, so long as their master has enough prestige, they are sponsored by a runner (though a few exceptions are made from time to time), and the fighter’s schedule is almost impossible to fill because no one wants to go up against them.  This ensures that recognized champions are the only ones who escape, and that the strongest, meanest, and toughest are skimmed out of the Arenas to keep the fights entertaining.  Similar to Roman gladiator fights where the champions can fight their way to freedom, or earn enough gold to buy their way out of the bloodshed.

However, once I knew there could be only one survivor from the fights, I was able to build a ladder-style ranking back down to the quarter final level.  So, this chapter starts with the broader candidate pool, and winnows it down through a series of fights to the 16 remaining fighters who enter the quarter finals.

With that in mind, I also had to figure out how to set up the trials so the fighters would actually make it to the end, yet not be unbelievably exhausted.  For this, I went through a huge amount of information on the big Roman circuses, looking specifically at the multi-day ones hosted by the Ceasars in celebration of birthdays or anniversaries.  Most of those indicated the fighters were sent out against untrained opponents early in the day, and the skill levels increased as the day progressed.  Rather than have the Trials cycle on a daily basis, I decided to have the matches run straight through, from unskilled into the skilled.  I knew that the fighters would need to have some rest (and food) during the event, and so this was set up with the rest rotations occurring after the fighter came back in from a fight.  This let them face the unskilled with the most rest, then start to wear down their endurance as the skill levels of the opponents improved and the pool of candidates thinned.  On paper, at least, it would appear the rest times did not increase, as the fight lengths should have increased as the skill levels became closer to matching.  However, in reality, how often does the paper schedule actually translate the way you expect it to?  It didn’t in this case either.

As the skill levels between the fighters came closer to parity, the fights became shorter.  Since only one fighter left the Arenas, this also meant there were fewer fights to stretch the time as well.

I know, I’m being mean to the fighters.  The culture is even worse, though for the moment only a glimpse of how ugly it is has been seen.

Once the unskilled fights were out of the way, the next step was to figure out how to structure the last rounds.  For this, I sat down with Excel, dice, and the list of fighting styles I had established.  I had 16 matches to set up for the quarter finals, which meant 15 styles to select.  I also wanted to set up the approximate times, so I knew just how exhausted the fighters were.  A little more research brought to light that even a long gladiator fight usually was no more than 15 minutes (quarter glass in the book), so that meant the quarter finals would consume 4 hours.  That’s a long time when you’re waiting on a fight.  Since I had established how each of the candidates were superbly conditioned for an extensive series of matches, I then quickly worked back through the math to find out how long they would have been on rotation to this point.  I was stunned when I realized it only equaled 8 days.  That much bloodshed in such a short amount of time.

 

I also worked through the math for what type of schedule the remaining 16 fighters had seen to make sure they hadn’t gone over the typical six to eight matches in a given 12 hour period.  Up to this point, if I remember my spreadsheet properly, I was still in the clear.  Now, it was time to really start turning the screws on these poor fighters, and put them out of their misery.  And, so with the styles selected, the times set up, and the ladder ready to go, it was time to start rolling the dice for the first pairings, and the winners of the quarter final matches.  That’s how come there are some strange pairings at this point.  It was rather interesting to figure out how the victor could have won when you have a spear vs a net, or a trident vs a sword.

After the quarter finals, the semi-finals were up for grabs.  This time, at least the pairings were a little more selective, and so those scenes were a little easier to wright.  However, here I had to take into account just who had how much rest since their last match.  This is when the general exhaustion of the preceding days finally comes into play.  Knowing that the fighters are tired, means I know they will be making mistakes.  Once again, the dice came into play to help establish what types of mistakes they made.  The more mistakes, the more injured.  The more injured, the more mistakes.  What a wonderful cycle of destruction I got to wage on these fellows.

Everything finally wraps up in preparation for the actual final fight with Nameless still on his feet, but much of his “vim and vinegar” knocked out.  The remaining fighters are given a large meal, a chance to sleep, and a Healing so they can provide the maximum amount of entertainment before the victor leaves the Arenas forever.

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 11 Discussion

The finals.  The ultimate time for any fighter that has survived the Arenas.  In this chapter, we get to see why these matches are so important.  Why the fighters are willing (most grudgingly, to be sure) to endure such a long, hard, wearing run of matches just to get there.  It also brings the first phase of the Silk’s life to a close – one way or another.

Oh, by the way, I have admitted before now that I’m a cruel writer when it comes to my characters, right?  If not, then feel free to yell about half way through this chapter.  Normally, when a fighter wins their finals, they are given quite a sizable financial nest egg to start with.  This does not mean they are free from the next phase of their lives, but at least they can afford to start it.  I left a nasty surprise for our victor.

Fine, I’ll admit it.  The Silk wins.  It’s not exactly a spoiler, is it?  I mean, where would the story be if the main character were killed off this early.

But, he doesn’t get all of the normal rewards.  And, I’m not sure if that was a favor… or a new torture.  He’s got so much to learn.  More now, with less forgiving circumstances, than when he entered the Arenas in the first place.  He’s also having a minor identity crisis.  Outside of the Arenas, he has no idea who (or what) is is.  So, as we enter into the next phase of his life, he has to forge an identity from what he does understand.  This isn’t the easiest thing to do for anyone, and he has fewer tools to work with.

There is one last interesting bit that gets introduced – right at the end of the chapter.  The layout of the City, and how the people within each of the districts interact.  Some might be culturally based, but there is definitely a noticeable caste system, even beyond the walls.  And, it is up to our intrepid character to figure this out before he finds himself on the wrong side of everyone.

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 10 Discussion

You have hung with it this long?  Congratulations.  Usually, I hear back that others have been lost long before this.

As if you haven’t noticed, I’ve broken just about every rule in the book so far.  And, I don’t stop in this chapter either.

The biggest one is that we haven’t gotten away from the battle zone yet.  No, I’m not giving anything away, if you’re still here.  We really haven’t.  However, with a chapter titled “The Ascendance Trials” I think you get the hint that things are coming to a head for our dear character.  And, if you guessed, yes, this phase of his life is coming to a close.

This is the announcement itself:  ”  “Fighter, presumed twenty-nine.  Accepted on entertainment, brutality, and honor to our Web Mother.”  ”

After many years in the Arenas, his master can no longer keep his name out of the candidacy pool.  The opening of the chapter was fun to right, because we still have no name for the poor man.  The closest he gets is “Gartal’s Silk”.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that’s not a name anyone would want to be saddled with.  Especially since he’s not dedicated to his master, but to his goddess.  Yeah, I had fun with this.

We get to see a little more of the City itself.  Though it is underground, that does not mean it is bereft of beauty.  I tried (and probably failed) to let everyone walk the streets as the slave was paraded around, seeing the sights for the first time.  In the comments later, let me know if you think I succeeded or not.

“The fighter saw for the first time the ethereal, dark beauty of the Melkreschen Realm, though he did not know what he saw was beauty:  forests of crystalline trees carefully nurtured, shaped, and grown in a silicon parody of the wood producing trees in the Sunlit Lands; homes and buildings made from sheets of the purest emerald, quartz, sapphire, amethyst, carnelian, and obsidian; torches – both green and orange – placed where they would best reflect in the ambers, peridots, citrines, and fluorites; each one spaced at aesthetic distances from one another, each color complementing the next in heart stopping beauty never seen in the lands above.”

Outside of discovering the City, we also get to see some of the comradare (or lack there of) that goes on in the communal cells of the Death Sentence cages.  For the first time in many years the Silk is forced to endure an open cage, rather than the isolation he prefers.  And, because he is so strange – even for one of the champions – he is the butt of unmerciful teasing before the matches even begin.  With his lack of social skills, this leads to many misconceptions about him, and to a lesser degree – bullying.  Big mistake for his eventual foes, right?

When the matches start, I had quite a bit of fun.  Not just in planning how the matches evolved, but in how our intrepid Silk approached them.  After all, when you plan a marathon event, you should start with the easiest parts first, and work your way to the toughest.  In this instance, I elected to keep from going to the EASIEST type matches, but the ones I started with were a bit of a let down.  Don’t worry, they get harder… and harder… and harder.

 

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 9 Discussion

OK, this ought to give you fair warning about what’s going on in this chapter.  Humor is not my strong suit – it tends to develop from the situation, rather than from a deliberate attempt.  (Yes, think of Data or Spok, maybe even Elron, and you’ve got a pretty good idea.)  However, since things have been so dour, intense, and depressing, I figured I’d try to toss in a little bit of levity in this chapter.  So, with the start of “Rise to Freedom”, I went back to the best source of comedy you could find – animals.

The poor Silk, trained to fight other fighters now finds himself facing chickens, geese, turkeys, and other small animals.  And, he’s not even allowed to kill them – he has to CHASE them and elicit certain responses from the spectators.

I did warn you, I’m a cruel author to my characters, right?

There also is a little further training with weapons, though as this is a small part, and not a central theme to his fights, it is something mentioned, then passed over.  The primary focus here is the fighter’s development as a entertainer.  After all, most gladiator fights, even in reality were entertainment, not just fighting for the sake of killing.

Towards the end of the chapter I finally got a chance to bring out and highlight one last interesting bit of his personality – he’s a bit of a berserk fighter.  It doesn’t show up all the time, because of the strictly enforced obedience, but there is a scene where it really gets a chance to shine through.  Though, his master is not happy about it when he comes down.

“The fighters stalking him paused in their pursuit.  They noticed his obsidian eyes which now dominated his pale face.  In fear, they scattered, which brought a look of cruel anticipation to his face.  No longer were they opponents to be humiliated – now they were moving prey to be devoured.

Selecting his next victim, everything around him began to fade.  Nothing else mattered to him now, except that his selected victim died.  He lost all trace of finesse, of doubt, or worry over his personal safety as he pursued the fleeing fighter.  ”

And now I have all the toys I could want in my toy chest to play with for the rest of this installment.  Oh, what fun!

The last piece of the foundation for the character is put into place – his minor abilities granted from his heritage.  Though the abilities are from his own lineage, he believes they are from his goddess, solidifying the foundation together that he is only her living avatar, and all he does is by her will.  This provides a wonderful foreshadowing of events to come.

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 8 Discussion

Now that the child has been established in the Arena, it is time to start thinking about things going on outside the Arena itself.  There is more to this tale than just the child’s survival.  Even if I have kept the focus primarily on just this fact.  I know that it can be hard to keep track of who is who when you don’t have a name to attach to, but I figure by this point you’ve got a pretty good idea just who the main character is.

With this in mind, it’s time to start looking at why he is fighting, and how this plays into the overall scheme of the tale.  And, that is what actually leads to the chapter title “Gaining Favor”.

In this, the Silk isn’t just gaining favor with the crowds – if any thing he’s facing an even stiffer resistance there than he is with the reader.  He is also gaining favor with the local goddess.  Each time he wins, her Children are being fed the carrion.  Makes for a wonderful disposal of the corpses, but like most spiders, they do prefer fresh food.  And it is in this chapter that the Silk figures this out.  Each time he goes out, because he is bored, he does his  best to humiliate his opponent, and leave them alive, though traumatically injured.

Also, we get to see a bit more of the other Arenas, and learn a touch more about the culture.  Each Arena specializes in different things, depending on the local geography.  I’ll let you read through this on your own.  Don’t want to give away too many spoilers, now do I?

We also get to meet the actual goddess – well, almost get to meet Her.  The Silk is introduced, and much of what he has been experiencing starts to come clear, and the seed of his core identity beliefs are planted in this chapter.  There are also a few very vague references for the discerning that all is not as monotheistic as it appears.

 

Out of The Darkness: Chapter 7 Discussion

Heading into Chapter seven, things are finally beginning to physically change for our dear nameless protagonist.  He’s reached the age when his fairy blood begins to awaken, and his master will discover just what type of fairy he’s got on his hands.  So far, the brutality, isolation, and cruelty encountered by the slave should be enough to waken his heritage in such a way that he will forever remain the the Arenas, no matter if he wins or not.  However, that would have been the easy way out.  What type of fun would it be to read about someone who enjoys killing for the sake of killing?  Instead, there’s a twist in the story here, and it sets up for events later down the line.

The changes don’t come out all at once, but rather piecemeal as the child discovers them on his own.  The focus is still tightly regulated to the point of view of the child, and the opportunities for actual dialogue are still limited.  There’s a little more outside history brought to light, and I did try to keep a light hand with it.  It is pertinent to what’s happening, which made it a bit of a challenge to introduce it without falling off into pages of research notes.

There is a continuing thread of development for Nameless – he’s not just a well oiled killer.  He’s beginning to show some actual thoughts beyond the personal fences he put up to protect himself in his environment.  No longer is the tenet “This is”  and “This is the worst I’ll ever be” enough.  Now, he is beginning to consider something more.  Something bigger than himself.

You can see it in this snippet here:

“When he had finished his meal, and stacked the plate in its usual place by the door to his cell, he returned to his thinking spot.  His thoughts centered on last night’s matches, and the crowd’s responses. He did not consider the probability that he was playing into anyone’s hands, or that he was different. He only knew that he had failed to win an approval from crowds and his master continued to be pleased with him.

He had enjoyed playing with his opponent.  The sense of expectation for the next move, the way his opponents had shown fear in their eyes before he had even moved in to finish them.  The thrill he had felt actually increased his enjoyment the cat-and-mouse game he had established. And, somehow, his opponent’s fear had also given him a power he was just beginning to recognize as something to garner. ”

He still has no idea what is going on outside of his very small world, but he is beginning to develop an idea that there is a world beyond his cell and the Arena.

For the actual development of the character, I was faced with several key issues:

  • The traditional faerie sensitivity to iron – Even in a prehistoric world, there is going to be some metal that is the bane of the faerie types.  To make it easier on myself, I cheated and introduce forged iron.  Yeah, I know.  It’s cheating.  Guess what?  This is my story, so I’m using iron.
    • The sensitivity is highlighted here:  “.  Even as his fingers struck, the sword once again found purchase on his body. Down his ribs the sword skittered, leaving an open gash much larger than it should have for such a weak blow. As the swordswoman collapsed, so did the child. He balled up, his face contorted in a rictus of pain from the cold iron which had found him”
  • Physically aging the character – with the age he is, he should have hit his full growth.  However, being from a race that can live a very, very long time, the question arose about how he would appear.  Would it be child-like, or more teenage?  Maybe even a babyish adult?  Except for the obvious elements needed for him to have survived as long as he has, I decided to leave most of this up to the reader.  There were more important physical aspects I needed to focus on.
  • Physical changes – from almost every game system I’ve run across when dealing with a race that has a blood quantum that awakens, there almost always winds up being some type of physical change.  I decided to keep that for this work, though the foundation I work from allows for these changes to remain hidden from casual view.  It was more interesting to create a more limited effect.  It also ties the character deeper into the overall religious structure within the world/realm that I’ve built.
    • With most of the elements that weave through the story I did my best to keep them understated.  Such as what happened here: “The tide of physiological changes had crested would not be stemmed. Despite the foul conditions he lived in and the poor diet he lived on for so long, the changes had reached a point where they were self-sustaining until the rudimentary new organs were fully mature. Had he lived the life of freedom, as most fey did, the physical changes would not have become apparent – only manifesting when he wished them to, rather than becoming actual alterations to his appearance. Under the conditions in which he had awoken, the manifestations were permanent and often unnoticed.”
  • The issue of how well conditioned he is for the live he is living – granted, he has not been exposed to anything else, but even for someone who has been through similar circumstances, he is unusual.  He enjoys the life he has, and has the driving need to be the best.  With the only competition he has being his past performance, he drives himself unmercifully to obey, to please, and to live by the strictures others have instructed him to live within.  This can clearly be seen in the snippet
    • When he reached his cell in the Death Sentence, he entered without being ordered, to the slight disgruntlement of the cell’s manager. He now knew this routine well.  Like a well trained animal, he did not fight the necessity of being in the smaller confinement before he could have his fun. This was the part that he savored. It gave him a chance to build his own edge for the fights to come – time to hone his desire and hunger, time to see something besides the solid walls of his stall-cell.  It also gave him time to harness his anger at the fate he had been given from birth – to always fight for something he did not know, understand, or comprehend. Time to renew his own personal promise to himself that he would obey, and in obeying.. live.

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 6 Discussion

The child has now learned what it means to be a fighter.  He did not escape his first foray into this without injury, and was taken back to his original cell to be magically healed.  He awakens to find himself being observed and tied down to his manger/bed, but is soon freed after a short visit by his master and some other.

With the return of his preferred solitude, he shows just how much he has learned with this passage here:

“He started on his routine, again using calisthenics, rather than running for the initial work. He drove himself even harder, knowing now what he would have to face. As he worked through his routine, he pushed himself to move faster than before and strike at the shadows with more force. As the torch guttered to its death, he practiced the techniques he had learned from his training to deal the same. The movements were now so much muscle memory, his mind was able to go over the fight from the Arena he had just endured. The agile maneuverings of his enemy, his own responses to their moves – both the ones that brought him proper defenses and those that brought him injury.  His thoughts ran along pathways that were beginning to develop the tactics and strategies that he would use in the rest of his Arena career. As his mind worked through the maze of ideas that were spawning, his body shifted into the blend of techniques suggested by the mentally replayed fight.

Against his mental shadows he continued to work for many glass. When his meal arrived, he stopped to eat. After he had eaten in the same methodical way he had worked that morning, he tried to resume his work, but his stiffened muscles refused to cooperate. He found himself having to return to the warm up and stretching exercises again to loosen his body back up. Frustrated because of this, he fought to increase his speed yet again without sacrificing any of the precision he had learned. He sped through the first part of the day again, and approached the afternoon’s routine after several more exhausting glass. The routine he had started the day before began to flow through his mind, and his body followed in the complete darkness that was his first world. His muscles were finally loose and responsive, and the food he had eaten for the meal began to give him the energy and urge to fight – the blend of herbs in the meat proving to be as effective with his physiology as they were with any other. ”

We also discover that the fighters fight because of something more than just their training or desire for freedom – there seems to be something in the food they are given that makes them more aggressive and gives them a desire to go out and fight.

More of the culture is revealed with the response to his second fight – short, brutal, and bloody.  But, the crowd’s do not approve.  They don’t approve at all.  As he is being sent out to his next match, he is given an instruction that allows him to show his adaptability – does he listen to the person who ordered him, or does he ignore it.  By rights, he could have gone either way.  Let’s see how he decides:

“”Make it last this time! Don’t cut it so short. Living is only part of it. Bore them, and you will die, Silk!”

The surprise almost caused him to stumble as he stepped out into the soft, giving Sands. He had never been given such succinct advice by anyone before. And he was forced to make the snap judgment if it was an order to be followed, or one that the speaker had any authority to give. Replaying the words as he searched the Sands, he decided that it was something he had to follow.  He interpreted it as though it had to do with movement from the cell to the Sands. But how to obey nagged at him as he recovered his balance smoothly, and continued out to the center to await the start of the next fight. ”

He is beginning to think for himself, but there is no real direction for his thinking, except brute survival.  He must survive his fights – he has been so ordered, and that is what he will do.  He doesn’t know any other way to show his obedience.

In this fight, we get to see more of his adaptability, as his chosen amalgamated style is highlighted.  He has to shift his style because of an unexpected injury, and along the way he has to figure out how to please the crowds.  One of the ways he was doing so is highlighted here:

“His face losing even more of the boyish innocence that had marked him just two days prior. The attitude change was visible even to those in the lower seats of the stands, causing the crowds to roar their approval. It was a rare treat for them to see a boy become a man in the Arena.

Often the fighters that were introduced to were men much before their time; as such it was always a gamble on their endurance, not on their mental state. ”

The scene closes with a high point of his new career – he becomes known for the brutal way in which he finishes off his opponents.  He may toy with them, but when he finishes them off, it is abrupt and bloody.  It also has a terrifying finality about it, as can be seen here:

“When the end came, it was sudden; a similar repetition of the child’s debut. One moment, the two were contending for dominance over each other, their bodies clashing into each other, hands and feet flying almost beyond visible speed. Then suddenly, the child was standing alone, the opponent he had been pounding on collapsing slowly at his feet. Blood flowed from the nose and throat where the larynx had been exposed to the air of the excitement which had built around the two during the match. ”

 

That’s it for now.  Until next time … keep those pages turning!

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Jena Baxter’s Tolor interviews Raonal

 

I met Jena through a blog tour T.J.’s Virtual Blog Tours did when she released Veiled Memories.  Since then, she’s been a wonderful mentor, and has helped me learn some about the marketing side of writing.  When she offered to host a series of character interviews, I was delighted.  This is the last from that group.

Raonal is a pukah, so when you head over to see what he has to say, please pause and read the disclaimer that precedes the interview.  It’s there for a reason.

 

Character Madness – Interview 5 of 5: Raonal Tiornestake

This Week Tolor Interviews

Raonal Tiornestake

The Final Interview

from

The Followers of Torments, series,

by K Caffee

Author’s note:  Before you start reading Raonal’s interview, please be aware that he is what is called a pukah.  They are a faerie cross between the fae and any other creature.  Unlike most fae, the pukah have one flaw that always shows up after their faerie side awakens – they cannot tell the unvarnished truth.  They make great listeners, but if they tell you anything be advised to take it with a shaker of salt.  There may be truth buried in what they are telling you, but figuring out what it is can be more of a challenge than you expected.  Raonal’s way is about what you can expect – neither worse nor better than average.

Tell us about your story

My story?  You want to know about my story?  Well, you had better make sure you are comfortable.  It won’t take but a moment to tell, but a life time to listen to.  You see, I was born before anyone walked the face of the world to a farmer’s family that raised rye, wheat, oats, barley, apples, cherries, plums, and pineapples.
We were poor in wealth, but rich in love.  Isn’t that what everyone likes to hear?
(Raonal, he’s asking about your story with Nameless!)
Oh, THAT story.  It’s one of sorrow, pain, joy, and love.  Alpha is a strange creature, though not too far from what I am, but different enough to be the same.  It’s the others around him that really make up the tale, though.  He has no bearing on what happens, which made it really boring.
(Raonal!)
What?  It’s the truth.  He brought me into his pack as an equal, then left and left me in charge.
(I’d ask Akantheldama about that, before making any grand statements to that point.)
‘Dama?  She knows I’m in charge.

Out of the Darkness: Chapter 5 Discussion

The, as yet, still nameless main character has been in training a while.  And, he has begun to show an implacable dedication to what he considers his writs about life.  When he is told to do something, he does it until told to stop.  So, is it unusual that when he is in the Arena, he trains?  He does this so much that even during his allowed rest time, the trainer has to make a decision about how to handle this child.  He can discipline the boy, and drive him into resting at the expense of letting the other children take advantage of the food bearing slaves, or he can focus on distributing the food and let the child train.

I elected to have this little by-play remain in place because I felt it was necessary to firmly establish the child’s dedication to accomplishment.  In part, it would allow me to have the child show some creativity, but also in part because I knew even at this early of a point in the story that the child could not be like any of the others.  It was not critical for him to be stronger, faster, smarter than the others, but this mindless dedication comes into play a little later on.

Here you can see that by-play:

“He did continue to be last in line during the training sessions when food was served, because he had established that he would focus on his perfection, not on his stomach. Vergol had tried reprimanding him over this particular idiosyncrasy even going as far as withholding the portion, but had never managed to prevent the Silk from continuing the habit. As such, he had finally given in, and set the plate for the odd child aside until everyone else had been fed. In part the child did this because it ensured he got the drink his body craved so desperately first, but also, it gave him up to an hour of extra practice to finish working on perfecting some technique. And in this time he could also practice the amalgam of styles he was developing, because there were none who had the time or desire to cuff him for not using the pure techniques. In this, again Vergol had tried several times to make a change in the child’s patterns and failed.”

He has managed to figure out at least the three basic parts of the day, but once he has started on a routine, he continues through it without deviation.

I also used this section to begin foreshadowing that the main character was not gong to be the same as most of the other characters.  While, true to life, some people can handle pain better than others, in this case, it is for a different reason.  Here is an example

“The administered cuffs just did not seem to reach this child the same way as the others. His ability to soak pain was amazing to all who knew him, and unnatural to those who only heard of it. His tenacity of routine was just as out of place for one who could only count seventeen years of life, but he seemed to be one who was not meant to be counted amongst the “normal” at all. ”

Now, with the child’s drive for perfection isolating him from his training group, he is quickly advanced into other groups in an attempt to keep him out of the actual Arena combat for a little while longer.  However, his drive forces his Owner into a tough decision, and he enters the Arena early.  But, because this is done under duress, we get to see a little of the culture here.  Cruel – yes.  Callous – definitely.  But, they also want to be entertained.  Death is common, but how that death is accomplished is what brings the masses to their feet and gets their blood pumping.  Much like Rome, this culture has a blood lust that will not be denied.  So, we come to this passage:

“Gartal did manage to wring some concessions from giving in to the pressure.  Most Fighters had to fight in a round robin style debut – fighting until they either were killed, or collapsed. Because of his age, and the fact that Gartal had such a reputation from running three fighters who had become champions, he was able to limit the number of initial matches the child would face  to no more than five per day. It was thought this would be enough to tax the child, but not enough to overextend him beyond his ability.”

All right, there is more here than culture, you also get to see how one of the secondary characters thinks.  At least where the main character is concerned.  It does help to build a little more mystery around the child.  After all, if his Owner is willing to cash in some of his political clout to preserve this one fighter, what makes him so special, right?  As the action of the plot begins to transition from the focus on training into a focus on the fighting, the mentality of the child is brought out a little more.  The question of how his dedication to a routine is answered, because his routine is abruptly disrupted by his change in status from boy-child-trainee to boy-child-fighter.  Now, instead of training all day, he is an athlete expected to be at his peak when he performs at night.  His answer to this is highlighted here:

“His natural ability to accept things as they were once again enforced itself in his mentality. He stolidly waited in his cell for the unknown to happen, and reveal what the new way was. However, even then, his body was used to being pushed hard to its limits on a daily basis.  He was unable to remain still for long so began to go through his techniques, as if he were actually in the Sands. The only part of the routine he did not follow was the run that always came first. The space available in his cell was no longer large enough to allow this, causing him instead to modify the hard cardiovascular workout to a more intensive, but sedate method.  Through trial and error, he quickly developed his own style of calisthenics. He did not know why the run was important, but he understood and enjoyed the feeling of invigoration he felt after the run was complete.  He also enjoyed the feeling of invincibility when he took the seemingly extra energy given from the run and turned it to his pell work. The other thing he did not follow exactly was the weapons drill he had started, but not mastered. He could force his limbs to follow the movements, but without the weight of the practice blade in his hand, he could not temper his body to the extra weight. For once, his ability to perfect a technique on his own from remembering what he had been shown failed him. ”

And, also, he is given a few minor flaws – make more real.  He doesn’t push himself as hard as he thinks he does when he is by himself.  It takes someone other to make him perform at his best.  He also does not have a superhuman ability to some how mysteriously make his body work empty handed as if it had a weapon to work against.  It was the small things like this that made crafting this section interesting for me.  Finding the little nit-picking things to bring out that showed him to be something other than perfect.  One of the imperfections I enjoyed writing the most in this book was when the child had to figure out what clothes were.  For those who have toddlers or other youngsters who are just now starting the process of learning how to dress themselves, please let me know how close I got to the actual process your little ones used the first time they tried to dress themselves.

“with the visual instruction he now understood that he was to pull something over his head. Something that would cover him as some of the Steels had been covered from neck to ankle. Elated, because he thought this was a sure sign of approval, he swarmed over to the pile and picked up the topmost piece. He began pulling it on, trying to pull the pant leg over his head, and struggling to understand where his arms were to poke through to cover his body properly. The girl laughed, and soon another sound joined her bright bells of laughter. The deeper rumble of laughter came from his master; he noted this when he finally managed to bunch the pant leg up enough to sit uncomfortably around his neck.  The rough material reminded him for the first time in many years about the pain he was constantly experiencing. As he looked at his master, one leg of the trousers bunched around his neck, the other dangling ridiculously over an arm, the waist hanging oddly from his shoulder, ”

When he finally enters the Arena as a debut fighter, there are many things that are similar and different from what has been shown before.  Now, the child is facing his own possible death, as well as the necessity of killing others.  Since this is what he is trained for, it seems pointless for everyone to keep ordering him to win, but it is often shown that knowing how to kill someone does not mean the person or character has the will to do this.  Here, the child’s dedication to his routine, his single-mindedness to obeying the letter of his orders, and the isolation he was reared in all come into play.  With all of these factors working together and supporting eachother, the scene is set for what happens here:

“As he located it, the flag fell, and he found himself obeying the last order he had received without thought. He launched himself at the nearest opponent, his arms beginning the open sweeps of his official form. He felt his wrist impact a solid bony limb, and not bothering to discover if it had been a head, arm, or shin, he spun. His foot lashing out viciously towards the midsection of the man who had come within range behind him. The shock told him he had made a full impact. Even then, he had turned to face the next opponent, and found himself facing someone who was not just better trained, but faster in the same style.”

Needless to say, he wins the fight.  After all, if he didn’t, there would be no main character to write about, would there?

Most of the rest of this chapter deals with the actual fight itself.  Though not quite a blow-by-blow recounting, there is enough gory detail to satisfy many thriller readers, and to turn many stomachs of the more genteel fantasy readers.  However, it also establishes the tone for the rest of the book – bloody combat, the harsh reality of fighting for survival, and the uncomplicated desire to live.  It also begins to highlight the fact that the main character, while the result of his training and rearing also is the product of his own personality.  He is NOT a nice boy.  He thrives on the bloody by-play of the Arena to which he has become exposed, and willingly allows himself to become dedicated to.

Now, with the scene coming to a close, it is time to evaluate what the child’s future potential may be.  He has taken several injuries that should have been debilitating, and yet he remains standing.  Up until the last paragraph.  Here we see the child succumb to his injuries, once more providing a sense of realism:

“As the body of his last opponent crumpled, so did his own. He was not awake to hear the adulation that was heaped upon him.  It was rare that a child’s debut should have such a clear-cut victory.

 

Until next time …. keep those pages turning!

 

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Tolor Interviews Celcanepo

 

Celecanepo (know also to the cast in The Followers of Torments saga as Celeca) is one of the more unique characters in the work.  After Tolor visited with her, Jena contacted me, and made a couple of very good observations.

There are a couple of points that appear to be inconsistencies, yet when you think about her condition, they make perfect sense.  As I will be addressing these points when I get to her novella, here are a couple of teasers to think about before you head over to read the interview:

She can heal others, yet her own wings remain a painful, shattered disaster.

  • That was done by her tribunal of judges. They left her the ability to heal others, but blocked her from self-healing. It’s more like a curse, than actual physical damage. Over time, they should have healed themselves, like any other bone.
  • Something I realized after I’d started writing her character. And, when she “proves” to her tribunal that she’s worth of being allowed to return home, she will find that her wings heal quickly. (Again, like real people – when you can accept yourself, many of your self-inflicted wounds can finally heal.)

There is quite a bit of humanity in general reflected in her personality as a character, and I’m hoping that when her story comes out, you will enjoy reading it as much as I’m looking forward to writing it.

Character Madness Monday-Interview 4 of 5 The Followers of Torments

This Week Tolor Interviews

Celecanepo Raghadeyah

Interview 4 of 5

from

The Followers of Torments, series,

by K Caffee

Tell us about your story

It is a long and sad tale.  However, I did overhear you speaking with Raonal.  You wish this to focus on the part that involves the Master.
For that, I cannot say much.  I met him after I had just been freed for misconduct by my previous master, and he was in such pain.  It called to me like none have before.  Though I am an outcast Guardian, I also remember when I was still in the tribunal’s good graces.  The tale being told, I hope is one of redemption.  One that perhaps will enable all those with the Master to be redeemed into the good graces of our respective people.