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The Character Story Page
 

A large number of regulars of alt.fan.eddings now have an Eddings alias. Some of them have written a little story about their characters and you can see them here.

I happen to think they are down-right talented, perhaps you are too. If you want to write a little something about your character, then e-mail me and you shall be added to these pages. Perhaps you would like to tell me which story you like the best - that intelligent Emperor's story is pretty good (hint hint)
Anyway, enough nonsense, may I present to you the following tales

Contents

Alean
Anakha
Aslade
Beldin
Belmakor
Cyradis
'Cap' Miller
Foxalot
Greldik
Kalten
Kheldar (New)
Melidere
Merel
Polgarath
Sarabian
Sarathi
Silk
Sparhawk
Tynian
Ulath
Velvet
Walker
Yarblek
Zandramas (New)
Zubrette
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Alean

My life has been pretty ordinary, and I tend to blend into the background. Sometimes it gets lonely, but I prefer that to being in the spotlight. The second best thing that ever happened to me was when I got a job in Ehlana's castle. The best however, was when I met Kalten. Some people say that he's not very bright, but I don't think so. He may not be clever, but he's mine, and that's all I need to know. Whenever I'm not cleaning up after Princess Danae, (and what a precocious child she is!) I enjoy singing songs, especially to Kalten. Now that Sarabian has given me a title, I can finally marry Kalten.

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Anakha

Being the most powerful creature in the universe has its ups and downs I must say. Anakha must tread lightly to avoid terrifying those mortals and gods (and goddesses) that are new to the newsgroup so Anakha is not a commom commentator on things. Anakha prefers to just observe as there has been no cataclysms of recent time that Anakha is aware of and Klael has not been sighted.

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Aslade

Our farmhouse is a bit out of the way for most to visit, but I enjoy it so much when someone can. They all seem to be one of my grubby little boys ... sadly no longer little ... who have to wipe their feet and wash their hands to hurry to the dinner table. Perhaps it is because Kurik is away so much, and my life has been mostly the boys, the farm, and my kitchen ... but seeing Sparhawk, his lovely Queen, or even Dolmant, sitting at the table and enjoying a quiet meal is so heartwarming and comforting to me.

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Beldin

My name is Beldin, and you've got the least intelligent looking face I've ever seen. Why should I tell you about myself when you are obviously too dimwitted to understand? If you'd get your nose out of those purile Harlequin romance novels you might actually have an original thought. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's Grolims. Surveys like these are a close second. If I find out who's responsible for wasting my time with this infantile "What's your favorite color," crap I'm going to turn him into a slug. Of course, that would be demeaning to slugs everywhere, but I don't really give a rip since slugs make terrible conversationalists. Now that you've read this, go read a decent book on the off chance that it might actually improve and expand your mind. You might even be able to hold one thought at a time, which would be a vast improvement!

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Belmakor

[nb..how do you get into a character who's dead? this should be messy]
Greetings and salutations my friends...I imagine you are all a bit surprised to hear from me, under the circumstances. It's not often that you hear from someone who's..well...gone. But I have my little ways..I mean I just can't let Beldin have the run of things now can I? I can still remember my youth in Melcene, before the world was cracked. But nothing was quite like the moment where I was drawn to Aldur's Vale. And there, I met my brothers...crotchety old Belgarath, smelly Beldin, gentle Beltira and Belkira, the wonderful Belsambre...and of course the one other..who I do not care to dignify with a name. Then we learned at our masters hand, lessons of compassion and gentleness, lessons of respect and honor. But then came the day that Torak came to visit...I must admit, things went downhill from there. The war, the cracking of the world, and the endless labors that never seemed to have any purpose...well, that's getting to a subject I really don't want to talk about, so I think I'll pass on that. But I'll be around, and you'll still hear from me.

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Cyradis

Most preferedly, my choice of residence is Kell, as opposed to the boringly flat plane known as RL. The weather on this monstrosity of a mountain can be horrendous in the winter; however, the peaceful solitude of quiet study hath made up for the overly bright, infernally hot climes of Southern California. One commands an exquisite view of the stars from these peaks--the air is pure and sweet, free of the choking staleness associated with smog. In my studies of the Heavens I learn many things and have devoted my life to a single task, a task so important the fate of creation hangs in the balance--my mission is to spread the word of Our Lord Eddings. I shall not rest till the bleak existence of all is transformed by the life giving imaginings of his enlightened word. To this end, I have enpledged mine service unto Divine Aphrael, and hath thusly been ordained "Celcyradis, High Priestess of Kell and the Seers". Ostentatious, I grant you, but a privilege none the less. In case thou hast failed to note, the Holy Seeress hath an overwhelming compulsion to regard the sound of her own words.

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'Cap' Miller

'Cap' Miller in a Crazy Fantasy World

Now, I bet yer askin' yerself, 'What's an old Horse Marine like this doing running around with all these folks babblin' about Wills and Words, and wavin' big, blue flamin' swords around?' I've been askin' myself that same sort of question. Think I figgered it out, too.

While this Belgarion kid and his family and friends, an' the big knight in black and associates, might seem a bit behind the times, they all mean well it seems. And, when you get down to it, we all want the same things. They want their worlds to be good, safe places... somewhere quiet to live. Me n' ol' Clint, we're just as happy to be up here in the mountains above Twisp... a nice, quiet place to... well, to just be, y'know what I mean?

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Foxalot

As Asrana
After Polly arrived, things got so much more interesting! For a start, we didn't have to put up with that horrible little toad of a King. And I met dear Manny, the love of my life. Fancy little me being in charge of something - all this plotting and stabbing in the dark, such fun! And Polly's father. Such a reputation. I wonder if he really is an "eternal" man!

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Greldik

Being a Cherek, I've always had a fondness for the seas. The beer is just an added bonus. The life of a sailor is pretty good. No wife and kids to tie you down back home, a woman in every port - except in Cthol Murgos, lots of fighting and commandeering of Angarak ships - please don't call it piracy! I wouldn't change it for the world. Anyway, there I was lounging about on my beautiful ship in Sendar harbour, when my old mucker Barak appeared. Little did I know it would change my life. He had with him a varied bunch, including the King of Sendaria, some scrawny kid (little did I know what he would become) and the sorcerers Belgarath and Polgara - I knew these two meant trouble - they always do. I foolishly agreed to take them to Cherek - oh how I should have said no. Ever since that day, I always just happen to be in Riva when Garion want's a lift to some nameless Sendarian beach or if Belgarath wan't to get somewhere fast. I know I shouldn't complain, but the thing is, if I try to avoid these people I always start feeling unhappy, and compelled to return to that miserable island of Riva - its as if something is controlling my will. Anyway, the beer is going flat, and I feel I'm about to go back to Riva again - cheers!

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Kalten

Hello there. I'm Lord Kalten, companion of Sparhawk, and defender of Elenia When I'm not teaching Sparhawk how to use a sword, I'm usually enjoying a tankard of Arcian Red. Oh the joys of being a Pandion Knight. There's nothing to it really. The only mind-boggling stuff is really 'magic'. And I figure that our Little Mother goes out of her way to make something easy sound really difficult. Gods made magic so that we could do things easier than by hand right? So why does it take twice as long finger-wiggling? I could swear she gets a buzz out of our training sessions. My task these days is little more than training the junior knights on how to use a lance. Now that Azash and Cyrgon are no more there's very little excitement in the way of god killing. Still there's always Aphrael. . .

Kalten~!!!

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Kheldar

I never have been quite able to understand why even those friends I've known for years still seem not to trust me around money. It's not like I've ever stolen from any of them, or cheated them, or anything. Good Heavens, you don't think I would even -consider- cheating at cards with the likes of Belgarath in the game, do you? What that man could do to you... 

In all my years of traveling, I've never lost the thrill of encountering new people, seeing new places, taking advantage of new opportunities. I had a lot of trouble understanding why some people were always so eager to get home after a trip. I've never been one to settle down in one place for very long, if you know what I mean. Still, I'm beginning to have some second thoughts in my old age. I suppose Liselle might have something to do with that.

Oh, and in case anyone should ask, I'm offically retired from the spying business. Yes, that's right. Officially.

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Melidere

Mother's pass down a lot to their daughters, hot to cook, sow, act in public... but one should consider how much a father can give to their little girl. For instance, my father, the blacksmith, provided a way for me to buy my title... and with that I was able to extract many secrets from the unsuspecting men at court. I guess desparate men do deparate things to get the attention of a pretty, blonde, empty headed baroness.
Not only did I impress various men, I impressed our beloved queen, but for different reasons. I was invited, as the lady in waiting to Queen Ehlana, to the Tamuli Empire, where once again, I was able to use the gift Father gave me (and also re-establish part of the family business) to manipulate my beloved Stragen to marry me. True it sounds harsh, but Milord Stragen needed special encouragement to marry a blonde, empty headed baroness.

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Merel

Hello, my name is Merel, wife to a "bear" of a man who never seem to have enough time for me or the children. I tend to be a bit petulant at times, but I suppose that is my right as a woman. So much for the "curse" laid on my husband, nothing compared to when he and his fast friends begin drinking. I'll warrant a bear is cleaner and happier in the morning. All aside I truly love my husband and wild little boy, and although we in RL haven't been blessed with little girls yet we are hoping for them one day.

My main peeve is when he leaves for long periods of time for work. Nothing makes you feel quite so unwanted as being left behind with a full time hellion and a household to run, as well as cleaning up the messes everyone around here manages to create.

--As an aside I really enjoyed Merel although she isn't a large part in the stories because I often felt the same way about my husband working away from home while I was pregnant. And the part about the bear...well he is Irish, need I say more. There are alot of parallels there.

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Polgarath

A future female disciple of Aldur, one taken in times where the teaching of the W&W is more for learning than fighting, or fufilling Prophecies, living in The Vale suits me nicely, calm and peaceful, and I can devote time to studies I might otherwise miss... perhaps I'll figure out why 2+2=4 in the Bel world! Belgarath invited me to make use of the various things in his tower to aid in my studies, but frankly, I can't make head or tail of most of the stuff... it's eons old, anyway. Well, not quite, but almost! I really must go... the books on my desk are calling to me...

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Sarabian

Story

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Sarathi

Hi, my name is Sarathi, not _the_ Sarathi you understand, my parents were obviously blessed by the same man that Dolmant named himself after.
I was sent to this NG to investigate the rising Aphrael worship and to report back to Dolmant. I believe that the Elene God is absolute and Aphrael ... well nothig personal but she just _can't_ be divine. We do however agree on a few things. Aph and I detest Trolls, Spam, the E/T needs as much exposure as B/M and that Celine Dion is one of the greatest performers ever.
I do however protest about the strong anti-Elene feeling in the group, something does need to be done.

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Silk

"Sometimes centuries roll by where nothing ever happens, but in the space of a few short years events that are so momentous take place that the world will never be the same again. I like living in these times...there's excitement and danger, the thrill of beating your opponent and knowing that you are the best player around! Yes, it can a lonely way to live, but I wouldn't want to change it for anything! I find it very amusing to irritate Belgarath, by saying things like 'Trust me' or 'Would I do that?', but then small things amuse small minds, or so I'm told. Our search for the Orb, and later the search for Garion's son, has been the most thrilling time of my life. It has brought me close to my companions and I must admit that I really do love them...even CeNedra! Heheh. Of course if it wasn't for this I would never have met my Brother or gotten to know Liselle quite so well. But now, as things start to quieten down and life returns to normal, I am content in the knowledge that I have played the game to the best of my ability and most importantly, have had as much fun as I could whilst doing so!"

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Sparhawk

And as for me, well, when I arrived back from Rendor oh so long ago, all I wanted to do was serve my Queen. Since then I've saved the world (twice), gotten married, lost my best friend, gained a lot of new ones (yourself included), had a daughter, argued with a goddess (numerous times), watched another friend become the Archprelate, seen two other friends live in sin, then later helped them get married, discovered that not all gods are smart, killed two gods. Need I go on? I think the best description of me at the moment is tired. I'd like to live my life for a while, thanks. That's one of the reasons I gave up all that Bhelliom had to offer. I wanted to go back to being a "normal" person again. I wanted to be Sparhawk, husband to Ehlana, father to Danea, not Anahka

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Tynian

Tynian was born to be an Alcione Knight, and of course is the best of that order. He is hardly ever serious about anything whatsoever, and is usually the one making the odd comments that mean nothing at all. He tries to keep thing light and friendly at all time. The first thing Tynian looked up when he got his internet connection was David Eddings, but it wasn't until several months later that he discovered Alt.Fan.Eddings, which caused his internet usage to double almost overnight. A few days later, when he figured out how to use his newsreader, his connection time was back down to reasonable levels. That is, until he discovered IRC. Tynian spends quite a bit of time in #eddings, and can be found there at almost all times of the day on weekends or evenings (Pacific time, that is). In real life, Tynian is a 21 year old English Major at UBC, hoping to get into the Honours English program, which means he is a glutton for punishment. Sick, isn't it? In addition to Eddings, Tynian is obsessed with his computer and his guitar, even though he is not very good at the latter.

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Ulath

Hello my name is Ulath I am a Genidian knight from Thalesia. I dont speak much I tend to let my actions speak for themselves.I hate cooking and have come up with the best system I know of to keep me away from the cooking fire.Kalten being a guts will end up doing most of the cooking on this mission with Sir Sparhawk the way he is going.

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Velvet

The first time I remember seeing Silk was when I was a little girl, and he came to report to my uncle, Javelin. At the time Javelin was posing as a street vendor in Rheon, acting as a contact point for the spies he had in place around there. It was around Erastide, so there was a lot of dancing and celebrating going on around the marketplace. I'd heard of Silk, of course - his exploits were already becoming famous, and being the neice of one of the highest members of the Drasnian intelligence service meant that I picked up a lot of useful information. I felt this peculiar shock of recognition when I saw him coming towards me. It was a very strange feeling, since I didn't really know anyone in Rheon, and he certainly didn't look like anyone I knew from home. There was a lot of music from the celebrations, which might have confused me a little, but it seemed like I almost heard a ringing sound as Silk walked towards Javelin and I. He chatted to Javelin about the festival, but his fingers were explaining something about a plague in Boktor. I remember he looked deeply hurt, then seemed to square his shoulders and once again had the arrogant, self-important look I've come to recognise as the incarnation of Radek of Boktor. Then Javelin introduced me, and Silk bent down to talk to me. I was still very young, and the noise was fairly confusing, so I'm afraid I wasn't very tactful that day. I asked him why he looked so sad about Boktor, and when I looked in his eyes it was like I was looking over this great chasm. Then he seemed to recover himself again, and reached out and pulled my braid, then pretended to pull a coin out of my ear. He gave me the coin "for teaching him a lesson" - he hadn't realised that he'd let his feelings show. Then he said something to Javelin about my being precocious - how did I know the secret language at that age? Javelin just laughed, and told Silk to be careful, since I'd spent my whole life around spies and had been learning the trade since I was a baby...Silk really should have taken more notice of that comment.

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Walker

How Walker came to know of other Universes
WARNING Contains spoilers for the Heritage of Shannara!

With a tired sigh Walker shut the book that lay in front of him on the table. The flickering torchlight played across his worn and weathered features, making him seem older than he really was. In many ways, he was. Silently, he considered the way his life had played out in the past year. Who would have though a year ago the Dark Uncle would be sitting in the Druids' castle, doing the very things he despised them for? Who would have thought that Walker Boh, a lonely hermit who cared nothing for the Four Lands and its people would be the only one capable of saving it?
He smiled at the irony of it all. He was sure that somewhere, Allanon was watching him and laughing.

Things had changed.

The Federation was retreating into the Southland, the Shadowen Seekers that had run it destroyed. The Elves were once again returned to the Four Lands after centuries of hardship on Morrowindl. The slow advance of Uhl Belk had been halted.. Paranor was returned to the world of man. Shades, even Par had settled down with Damson. Even Cogline was gone In a rare show of emotion, a single tear ran down his lined face, glinting like an elfstone in the yellow light. Even now the memories of the old man lingered. It was still too painful. He had been blinded by his own self-righteousness for so long that it had taken his death to show Walker how important the old man had been to him.

Walker steeled himself against the tide of sadness that threatened to overcome him, his eyes growing hard and distant. A Druid had to be disconnected from emotion. Where would the Four Lands be now if Allanon or Bremen had acted on hate or love? You couldn't afford to let something as human as emotion cloud your judgement. On this at least, Walker had agreed with the shade of Allanon.

What now? There seemed little to do. The Four Lands were still recovering from the past thousand years. They had no need for a Druid, at least not yet. There would be no apprentices knocking at his door for at least ten years. He ran the fingers of his one good hand over the red leather of the book on the table before him; the newest addition to the Druid Histories, the first of many bearing the name Walker Boh. Walker Boh would never be forgotten now, but nor would he be recognised for what he had done for the Four Lands. But that suited the Dark Uncle fine, he had no use nor wish for fame or praise. He had done what was needed, and more importantly, what he had thought was right. He looked around at the bookshelves around him - the accumulated wisdom of all mankind was here. In this room was the key to the survival of the Four Lands and its peoples. He smiled again, this time with some warmth. The druids had left a vast legacy, one that could not be stopped. Here and there he could see the names of Bremen, Allanon and the druids that had gone before them edged in gold on the spines of leather bound volumes. In the flickering light they seemed to dance as if they were alive, watching him to see what he would do next.

"Well, Walker Boh? What will you do next?"

He considered it for a moment, his hand stroking his dark beard thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. Then he stood up. Gathering up his black robe and tucking the book under one arm he blew out the candle that stood flickering on the oaken table. In a moment he was gone, and only a faint swirl of dust in the air was bore testimony to his having ever been there.

Through the torchlit halls of Paranor he strode, at last a druid with a purpose. He made first for the armoury, a room that had not been used since the days of the Betrayal. The door swung open with a reluctant creak, flooding the druid with a breath of air that was centuries old. Brushing away the cobwebs, and taking a torch from the hall, Walker entered. It took him a while to find a sword he liked, and that felt right in his hand. He waved it in the air few times, testing it. It was good, if a little tarnished. A flash of druid fire later the sword gleamed like new. Resealing the armoury, he made his way to his sleeping quarters. Once there, he snatched a blank scroll from a pile on his table and picked up an inked quill.

"Gone out, will be back in a few years" he wrote, almost laughing as he pictured his nephew Coll's face if he ever read this. He arranged the scroll where it would be easily seen, then grabbed a few essentials and disappeared out of the door.

Down the stairs he went, always heading towards the great tower. Finally, he arrived there. As he stood before the yawning chasm before him he was reminded of the ordeal he had faced to free Paranor from the dark Druid magic that had hidden Paranor from the world of men and had stalked its corridors with hissing green death. Even know he could remember the fear and apprehension he had felt then. But this time it was different, he would be summoning the magic this time.

Laying the book and staff on the floor beside him, he began to focus his will. Eyes closed, and cloak wrapped around him he searched inside him for the knowledge and strength that would release the magic from its slumber. He stood like that for so long, that one would have thought him a statue. Then, suddenly, like a sleeper awoken by a noise in the night, his dark eyes flipped open. Like dark clouds on the horizon, they were filled with the promise of the unloosing of great power. But there was something else, a faint twinkle of mirth.

As the Druid fire flared to life, the magic began to stir fathoms below. With a low rumble that grew slowly louder it approached, filling the air with a heaviness that dwarfed the druid on his slender catwalk. The druid strengthened himself against the blow he knew would come. But when it did, it caught him off his guard. The breath knocked from his lungs the druid crouched, quickly grabbing the book and staff. Then, with a final look at his surroundings, he uttered an almost whimsical laugh, and leapt into space.

The magic closed around him with a flare of azure light, swallowing him, leaving behind only the faint echoes of his laughter

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Yarblek

Hi ! My name is Yarblek.
Originally I'm from Gar og Nadrag. But that doesn't really matter, because I'm travelling around the whole world to earn money.
My life changed quite a lot when I met Silk and made a partnership with him. You can learn lots from this guy.
But you shouldn't trust him too much. It's good that I started my own business. Now I can try to become the richest man of the world. If that's not working, I'm anyway having lots of fun.
I don't like Grolims. They're just too concentrated on sacrifice and religion. The most important thing is to have fun, fun, fun...
Thats all about me. Now lets go and drink some beers.

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Zandramas

Someone more or less forced me into coexisting with the other side. I fight against it every living second of my life. They ask me what's the matter, and I just growl at them. Why cannot they understand that it is not what I wanted, I wanted supremacy, I wanted to rule by Torak and due to them I will not get what I wanted. Due to them I will not have the posibillity to marry him and rule by his side as the queen of the world. And they want to know what's wrong. They just have to look at me, see me and they will understand. The stars beneath my skin, creepy, but it shows the world that I am diffrent from the other stupid females around.

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Zubrette

Zubrette had the potential to be the love of Garion's life. As things went she had to settle for being the first. Happiest ruling the roost, Garion, Doroon and Rundorig fought to please her and fulfill her every little whim. A real attention seaker, she never grew up until Garion went away and she realized that her universe - and all its limitations - was just one piece in the wide, wide world. Whilst Garion explored this world, Zubrette remained at Faldor's Farm, attached herself permenantly to Rundorig and began to learn to enjoy a simple, yet rewarding life as a wife and mother.

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