Sneak Preview: Sister Chaos by Bryn Hammond
about 1 year ago
– Thu, Feb 23, 2023 at 07:29:28 AM
Byrn Hammond told a marvelous tale in issue #0 of NESS, "The Grief-Note of Vultures". If we fund issues #1&2, then you'll all get to enjoy a follow-up tale featuring the same Steppe-inspired protagonist and setting.
Here's an excerpt of an early draft of what is currently being called...
Sister Chaos
by Bryn Hammond (Excerpt of a work-in-progress)
Disembowelled
by a spear called Pear in Flower.
This woman enthralls
our Reign of Peace and Harmony:
Sister Chaos.
Perversely, the king of the Scarlet Jacket bandits had become a cult among the scholar-
gentry, such that they circulated poems upon her in the polite teahouses of the capital Irighaya
– often poems that questioned themselves as to why a bloody ex-peasant bandit held persons
of their erudition, elegant manners and attainments under an unhealthy spell of fascination.
Goatskin Duzmut too knew the disadvantages of popularity, although her tale was told
in street entertainments, not in salons, by actors who were as low in rank as she, nevertheless
whose comedy sketches poking fun at authorities or petty gods amused the respectable
classes in towns like Fattimbet and Khara Khoto.
Fame was already a problem for both of them, when the Scarlet Jackets’ king
enormously exacerbated hers by the murder of an eminent scholar on the road. She killed him
in his coach with her spear Pear in Flower, and left a pressed pear flower pinned to the body’s
lapel as her signature to claim the deed.
“I am led from a boast to another boast, from a feat to another feat,” Angaj-Duzmut
lilted into the wind. Grass blew, flickering light, on every side to the horizon.
“A line from a song? It has a melancholy air.”
“It is the complaint of a hero who has to keep up his reputation or outdo himself, in an
escalating sequence until he meets the thing that is too much for him. Do you not find, Goose,
that a legend is as hounding as it is gratifying?”
They were walking by remote ways to escape the pursuit, Angaj-Duzmut – known as
Goatskin for her outfit, stitched hide with the hair on, the daily wear of her goat nomad
people but rough and wild to settled folk – and the bandit king who collected names like
trophies. Foe and friend called her Qi Miao, that in Han meant a marvel. In the bandits’
marshes she possessed the title of the Wild Goose Utszu, for gangs in that sanctuary went by
waterbird aliases and every leader, a dozen or two dozen, was an ‘utszu’ in mockery of the
one and only Utzsu on his throne in the royal city Halachar. ‘Sister Chaos’ had caught on as
her latest.
“These reflections, Duzzy, after my highest-profile kill?” An arm curled around her
cherished spear, which she never relinquished to their camel. “I can go higher.”
If we fund, then you'll get to read the complete, final version of the story in issue one or two of New Edge Sword & Sorcery. Thanks so much for backing, and please keep sharing the campaign with anybody and everybody!