Miscellaneous Legend of the Seeker fanworks

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The latest battle has just finished at legendland with the Mord'Sith trailing far behind in third place.



It was so bad I got an extra award as well as 100 per cent participation, for keeping up with the challenges after most of the team seemed to vanish halfway through the battle! The Confessors won, with the Seekers close behind.
The new battle begins soon.

Seeker's Journal picspams for various episodes previously posted at Tumblr

Hunger


Bound


Princess






Torn


Creator


Other Graphics

Wanted poster (from previous battle)


Wallpaper prompt weapon


Wallpaper prompt Black and white


Miscellany: Text Only Bookmark; Why I love LotS graphic; Element prompt – Water; Icon prompt monster


Motivational poster

crossposted to tumblr


Fic/Writing

Magic makes someone bad

Story Title: Thief!
Word Count: 378
Who's Bad? Zedd

"Where is my sword?" Richard asked. He had looked under his bed roll. He had searched behind the trees. He had checked his scabbard. The Sword of Truth was missing. What was a Seeker without his sword? He had to find it! "Kahlan, did you take my sword?"

"Why would I take your sword?" she asked, brow furrowed.

Richard shrugged. "To polish it?"

Kahlan gave him a Look. Richard coughed and turned to Cara. "Cara, did you take my sword?"

Cara raised an eyebrow. "I did not take your sword, Lord Rahl, to polish or otherwise."

Kahlan reached down to her boot. "Oh no! My daggers are gone!"

Cara stared at her holster. "And my Agiels. What in the Underworld is going on?"

"Someone is taking all our weapons," Richard said. "Well they can't take Zedd's magic…can they? Zedd?"

But Zedd was nowhere to be found.

They hunted for Zedd and the weapons. Cara called, "Here, wizard, have some persimmons."

"He'll be cross if he shows up and finds you don't have any," Richard said. Cara ignored him.

"Maybe whoever took our weapons took Zedd too," Kahlan said. "As they couldn't take his magic."

There was a noise in the bush. Richard pounced. He pulled out by the scruff of the neck – Zedd.

"What are you doing here?" Richard asked. "We've been looking for you."

"I can't help it. I think it's Powerful Magic! I keep stealing things. I stole a tankard from that inn we were at last inn, and a saddle from a horse I saw tethered, and your sword, and Kahlan's daggers, and Cara's Agiels – and I had to wrap them in my spare coat to pick them up – and the best apple from a tree, and –"

"Zedd!" Kahlan said, shocked. "What did you do with all thse things?"

"Here, in the bush. I think I'm making a nest."

"Like some sort of magpie?" Kahlan asked. "Do you know how to break the spell?"

"Maybe if Cara Agieled me?"

So Cara retrieved her Agiels and used one on Zedd who howled a bit and said he'd lost all compunction to steal. They returned all the items to their rightful owners, except the apple, which Zedd ate, because wild apples didn't actually belong to anyone.

Picture prompt I chose one with a woman much as I describe her in the ficlet
Title: Kitten Surprise
Picture: 5
Word Count: 353

"Here, kitty," Richard called. The cave was dark and he almost stumbled over a rock as he entered it. He put one hand out and ran his fingers against the rough wall, following the tunnel around a bend into a large cavern.

The cavern was lit by a fire beneath a large cauldron and several candles. There was a sweet scent in the air. A tall woman was stirring the cauldron. She paused and smiled.

"I'm Alessandra."

She had long dark hair beneath a silvery hood that matched her sleeveless dress. Armbands with long legged spirals trailed silver scarves, so that she almost sparkled like starlight in the gloom. Her eyes were dark and mysterious. She wore some sort of tiara on her forehead and a large unusual pendant hung at her throat.

"I'm –"

"Richard Cypher, the Seeker. I've been expecting you."

Alessandra put down the ladle and took up a pewter cup with engravings that he couldn't quite make out. She dipped it into the cauldron. Steam or smoke rose from the cup as she held it against her body.

"How –"

"I'm a witch woman."

Richard wondered what sort of mischief she might bring him. Shota's plans usually caused him trouble, though at least she let him finish a sentence. He tried again. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just looking for a kitten. It was limping a bit, and I followed it for a while and I thought it came in here."

Alessandra laughed. "You are a compassionate man. That's a good quality in a Seeker."

She drained the cup. Richard watched, brow furrowed. He put one hand on the Sword of Truth more out of instinct that any real expectation of danger.

Alessandra vanished. Richard blinked. Then he saw a black and white kitten. It padded over, still favouring one leg, and rubbed itself against him, purring. He put down one hand and the kitten reached up to nuzzle him with her nose.

Richard had a lot of questions, but the foremost one in his mind was how he was going to explain this to Kahlan.

Spin off – write a fic about an episode of a LotS spinoff
Show Title: The Adventures of Sebastian, Entrepreneur Extraordinaire
Episode/Story Title: The Egg
Word Count: 532
Main Character(s): Sebastian the mapmaker

Sebastian wasn't sure how he'd ended up here.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He'd ended up here on his quest to collect the golden eggs of the mythical Grey-Tailed Bird, which supposedly had magical powers, and would no doubt fetch a wonderful price.

If only the customer who'd purchased the first egg hadn't dropped it, and seen that the shell was only painted gold and the yolk wasn't silver but a pale yellow. If only they'd just accepted a refund and gone on their way. If only they'd hadn't claimed they needed the egg to save their One True Love from certain doom.

And, of course, if only the customer wasn't a warrior who towered over even Sebastian, with muscles on top of muscles, and a sword that could cut through a tree trunk in one swoop. It had certainly gone through his countertop like a knife through butter.

So now Sebastian was climbing up this mountain, freezing various bits of his anatomy off. That Thaddeus had been implicated in the plan and was also perched on the ledge with him, was of no comfort. That the warrior was waiting at the base of the mountain and had promised to chop off their heads if they came back down without a real egg this time, was the worst thing of all.

"If we survive this," Thaddeus said, teeth chattering, "I am going to kill you."

"Don't be like that. Come on, just a bit further." If the Grey-Tailed Bird was real then this was supposed to where it nested. One more ledge up, at the end of a narrow outcrop, was a bundle of rocks and twigs that Sebastian was praying was the nest. "We'll get two eggs, one each. Then, if we make it down safely but damage an egg, we've got a spare for Mr Abs down there. If we make it down with two undamaged eggs, then we sell the second one for a profit, which I will generously split with you." Seventy five-twenty five in Sebastian's favour, but they could quibble over the details later.

"If we get safely down," Thaddeus said. "Look."

A giant bird circled and landed on the nest. "Wow, look at those talons," Sebastian enthused. "Definitely the right bird. See? We'll be in the money in no time."

"Yes. I see the giant bird with the sharp beak and talons who'll rip us to pieces if we take even one of its eggs."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. He preferred to look on the bright side. Some people just didn't have the entrepreneurial streak.

*later*

"Here." Sebastian handed over the egg. The cut on his face had stopped bleeding and although the wind was cold through the rips in his coat and shirt, he felt rather energised by the experience.

The warrior examined the egg, grunted, and wandered off. "You're welcome," Sebastian shouted after the ungrateful customer. To Thaddeus, sitting on a rock, still panting with exhaustion, he said, "Let's head home and sell that other egg. You know, I think this is going to be the start of a new line of business – and of a beautiful partnership."

What Thaddeus replied didn't bear repeating.

Write a story following on from this line: Her laugh broke the silence
Title: Alliance
Word Count: 270

Her companion glared at her but said nothing. Shota shook her head, smoothed her hair, and took up her goblet.

"Forgive me," she said, without an ounce of sincerity in her voice, "but for you to come to me like this. To ask me to help you." She sipped the wine, chased a drop around her lower lip with her tongue. "Well, let us say that even I did not anticipate this."

Darken Rahl regarded her coolly, ignoring her mockery. "Yet here I am."

Shota nodded. "Yes."

Rahl sat back in his chair. The cave was dry and relatively homely, with a table, two chairs, a finely woven rug, and even a mirror on one wall. He didn't think Shota lived here, but it seemed she used it often enough to have made it into a cosy place to converse. More private than a tavern, at least.

"If what you say is true, then I will help you," Shota said. "However the Seeker must live. That is non-negotiable. He will be prevented from unleashing this evil you speak of, but I will not see him harmed. His life, his destiny, is too strong a force within the fate of the world."

Rahl shrugged. "The fate you see. I can imagine others. But I will commit to this. The Seeker will live."

Shota stood. "I must scry." He followed her out to a small pond where she gazed intently, waving her hands over the surface sometimes. "There," she said at last. "He is back in Brennidon."

"Then Brennidon is where we must go," Rahl said. Shota nodded. The alliance was made.

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