Guest Writer - Jasmine Bernard-Carver A Scribe's Life

 

A Scribe's Life 

     This Gorean fiction and illustrations were created with AI.

By Jasmine Bernard-Carver of Genesian Port

In the bustling port town of Genesia, where the salty sea breeze mingled with the scent of exotic spices, lived a young scribe named Jasmine. She was the stepdaughter of William, the High Scribe of the port, a man respected for his wisdom and fairness. But Jasmine was no ordinary scribe; she was a rebel with a sassy attitude, a loving heart, and a fiery temper that matched her vibrant red hair.

Jasmine’s deep amber eyes sparkled like the sun, reflecting her spirited nature. She was known throughout Genesia for her quick wit and sharp tongue, never afraid to speak her mind. Despite her rebellious streak, she was deeply loved by the townsfolk for her kindness and unwavering loyalty.

One day, as Jasmine was transcribing ancient texts in her small, cluttered study, a commotion erupted outside. Pirates had docked at Genesian Port, and their leader, a notorious rogue named Captain Blackthorn, demanded an audience with William. Jasmine, ever curious and unafraid, decided to see what the fuss was about.

She stepped out into the bright sunlight, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the tall, imposing figure of Captain Blackthorn. His crew, a motley collection of scoundrels, stood behind him, their eyes scanning the crowd with suspicion.

“Where is William?” Blackthorn’s voice boomed, echoing through the marketplace.

Jasmine stepped forward, her chin held high. “What business do you have with the High Scribe?” she demanded, her voice steady and defiant.

Blackthorn’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the fiery young woman. “And who might you be?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I am Jasmine, scribe of Genesian Port and stepdaughter of William,” she replied, her amber eyes blazing. “And you will not speak to him without going through me first.”

The crowd murmured in awe at Jasmine’s bravery. Blackthorn chuckled, clearly impressed. “Very well, Jasmine. I seek a map, an ancient one that your stepfather possesses. It leads to a treasure beyond imagination. And I have come to take both the map and you.”

Jasmine’s mind raced. She knew of the map Blackthorn spoke of, a relic her stepfather had guarded for years. But she also knew the dangers that came with it. “And what makes you think we would hand over either to the likes of you?” she challenged.

Blackthorn’s expression hardened. “Because if you don’t, I’ll raze this town to the ground and take what I want by force.”

Jasmine’s temper flared, but she kept her composure. “You underestimate us, Captain. We are not so easily intimidated.”

With that, she turned on her heel and marched back to her study, leaving Blackthorn and his crew stunned. She knew she had to act quickly. Gathering her courage, she devised a plan to protect the map and her beloved town.

As night fell, Jasmine slipped out of her home, the precious map hidden beneath her cloak. She made her way to the cliffs overlooking the sea, where she knew Blackthorn’s ship was anchored. With stealth and determination, she boarded the ship, her heart pounding in her chest.

In the darkness, she found the captain’s quarters and placed the map on his desk, along with a note: “This map is a gift, but know this: the treasure it leads to is not gold or jewels, but something far more valuable. Use it wisely, or face the consequences.”

Just as she turned to leave, a strong hand clamped down on her shoulder. She spun around to find herself face-to-face with Captain Blackthorn. “I knew you’d come,” he said with a sly grin. “And now, you’ll help me read this map.”

Before Jasmine could react, Blackthorn’s crew surrounded her, binding her hands. She struggled, her fiery temper flaring, but it was no use. They dragged her to the deck, where Blackthorn addressed his crew. “We set sail immediately. With Jasmine’s help, we’ll find the treasure and rule the seas!”

Jasmine’s heart pounded with fear and anger, but she refused to give in. As the ship sailed into the night, she vowed to find a way to outsmart Blackthorn and protect the treasure’s true secret.

Days turned into weeks as Jasmine remained a captive on Blackthorn’s ship. Despite her situation, she never lost her spirit. She spent her time studying the map, learning its secrets, and planning her escape. 

As the ship anchored near the secluded island, Jasmine’s heart pounded with anticipation. Little did she know, back in Genesia, her stepfather William and her loyal friend Tarl had discovered the note she left behind. Determined to rescue her and protect the ancient knowledge, they rallied Ubar, the fierce leader of the Genesian guards, and set sail in pursuit.

Under the cover of darkness, William, Tarl, and Ubar approached Blackthorn’s ship. They moved with stealth and precision, their eyes scanning for any sign of Jasmine. As they boarded the ship, a fierce determination burned in their hearts.

Suddenly, a shout rang out. “Intruders!” The pirates sprang into action, weapons drawn. The deck erupted into chaos as swords clashed and shouts filled the air. Ubar, with his commanding presence and unmatched combat skills, led the charge, cutting through the pirates with ease.

In the midst of the battle, Jasmine saw her chance. With her hands still bound, she maneuvered through the fray, her eyes locked on Blackthorn. “This ends now,” she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise.

Blackthorn turned, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Ah, the fiery scribe returns. Ready to join the fight?”

Jasmine’s eyes blazed with determination. “I’m ready to end it.” With a swift kick, she knocked a sword from a pirate’s hand and used it to cut her bindings. Free at last, she joined the battle, her movements a blur of grace and fury.

William and Tarl fought their way to Jasmine’s side. “We need to get the map and get out of here,” William said, his voice urgent.

Jasmine nodded. “Follow me.” She led them to Blackthorn’s quarters, where the map lay on the desk. But as they reached for it, Blackthorn blocked their path, his sword gleaming in the dim light.

“You think you can just take it and leave?” he sneered.

Jasmine stepped forward, her sword at the ready. “We will protect this knowledge, no matter the cost.”

The final showdown began. Jasmine, William, Tarl, and Ubar fought with everything they had, their movements synchronized and precise. Ubar’s leadership and combat prowess turned the tide of the battle, his presence inspiring the others to fight with renewed vigor.

In a moment of sheer determination, Jasmine disarmed Blackthorn and held her sword to his throat. “This ends now,” she said, her voice steady.

Blackthorn’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and respect. “Very well, Jasmine. You win this time.”

With the map secured and the pirates defeated, Jasmine, William, Tarl, and Ubar made their way back to Genesian. The ancient knowledge was safe, and Jasmine’s bravery had saved the day.