The House of Vaahn
For the first time that year there was a sunrise in the east. By the Human calendar it had been close to forty eight days since it set. Despite the frigid temperature outside, Veyyr Cae Imyyl, daughter of the High Praetor of the Senate of the Republic...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - The Old Life
Urokon was home of the Kyyreni, and that was enough to make it off limits to most races. Situated in a remote corner of the galaxy known as the Borderlands, the Kyyreni lived a life of endless raiding, each House seeking to outdo the other in feats of...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Kingslayer
The land before him was the Sul valley; a barren place of orange rock and sickly yellow moss. No light ever reached the floor of the valley even in the height of summer, rendering it permanently cold and gloomy. There were no ore veins, no precious...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - The End of Days
They'd come as scavengers, drawn to their prize like flies to rotting meat. Seven ships, each built to the distinctive, sweeping style of the Ny'ee, moved in a loose formation toward the stricken remains of the dead vessels. A Kyyreni 'Khaos' heavy...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - The Warrior
A billboard on the wall asked passing citizens if they had what it took to be the best, and suggested the Marine Corps was the place for those who did. A holo in a shop window told watchers to 'do their part' and join the Army Volunteers. Adverts...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Ban's Tale
Life had always been hard. He'd understood that much from a very early age. He'd grown up wearing hand-me-down clothes and he'd played with second-hand toys. He'd learned to eat whatever was put on his plate, because sometimes the plate was left empty....
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Naughty or Nice
It was the night before Christmas. Vaahn shifted slightly in his bed, sleeping lightly. The heat-glow of the room filtered into his conscious mind and produced weird, hallucinogenic patterns within his dreams. His head lolled to the side, coming to...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Skjald
Jonah Clinton, twenty five years old adjusted, was feeling utterly miserable. An enthusiastic xenohistorian and a promising student at Vale Row University on Icara, the young man had begun the day brimming with excitement, knowing he was less than a...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - Karma
Lucy Hawthorne sat at her kitchen table with a letter in hand, staring at the contents with a faraway look in her eyes. She'd read it many times, but still it felt unreal, as if sufficient study would cause the contents to change. She let it drop to...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - The Wrath of Tu'ri
Reality had a strange way of making itself unreal. Yesterday Vaahn had been declared six years old for the seventh time in his life. Going by birthdays he was now sixty, if not older, and the orbits of Icara and Urokon were close enough that the...
Urokon: History, Culture and Religion
_This is not so much a story as an archive of information; an example of the world building I do when creating stories. It is intended as reference for anyone who would like more insight into the history of Urokon and its people, as well as a useful...
The Chronicles of Vaahn - A New Direction
He was the single most terrifying individual Matt had ever met. His entire body was covered in scar tissue, and what wasn't scarred was burned, branded or covered in feral tattoos. The right side of his head had a metal plate bolted to it, and his lips...