"Khamiir is a bard son of a bard. He dreamt about being a bard for his complete youth. Then came the gloomy day, he lost his father. Rodrik trained him for real, to be as good as his father. Years fell in time, yet the catman was eager as a child. So, there was a feast in an inn named The Drunken Prophet. It was the night that the seeds of this fellowship was thrown..."
I also did an alphabet to use in the book, and in further related works.
And last but not least, I recorded a low-quality folk album about the world. Only guitars and flute.
01. Dark History
02. Ancient Sorrow
03. Doubt
04. Waking Up to a Sunny Day
05. Unpleasent Dreams
06. Fear of Future
07. Dragon Tales
08. Lonely Lover
09. Ubel
Don't forget the little poems.
They named him Khamiir. In his eyes, there was no fear.
The boy's lips were roselike, his hair grew manlike.
Mom worked for him at home, Father wrote for him a poem.
Born the semi-catman, at last his adventure began...
The boy's lips were roselike, his hair grew manlike.
Mom worked for him at home, Father wrote for him a poem.
Born the semi-catman, at last his adventure began...
In deep forest, they live a life. A life of freedom and beauty.
They are the catmen and the catwomen.
They are the catmen and the catwomen.
It was in a sunny day, sailing to a bright holiday.
The ship went through waves, so far to grey graves.
Suddenly sea blowed up, winds got angry and storms came in rage.
A lightning wrecked the ship, Khamiir's father drown deep.
But is he ever dead, Young catman won't know this to his death.
The ship went through waves, so far to grey graves.
Suddenly sea blowed up, winds got angry and storms came in rage.
A lightning wrecked the ship, Khamiir's father drown deep.
But is he ever dead, Young catman won't know this to his death.
Her hair is red as blood and she has the eyes of a sculpted maiden. She lost her parents in a bandit massacre. Then she has left to her grandma. She was running an inn, made poor Meris a maid. But one day Meris left the inn with all her passion. A passion of life, a passion to live "her own life". The fifteen year old girl left the little town and made her way to new adventures.
Teller of tales was he,
Knew the tales of the men.
Travelled beyond the sea,
To see the uncharteded land.
Ate every pie, drank every tea,
Legends of the Catmen he learnt.
The lessons he did not study,
Had been taught in the schools.
But mastered many arts as he
Wished to know the rules.
A curious semi-catman was he,
Longed to know the truth
Behind the biggest mystery,
As he passed through his youth.
May he find what he's been looking for,
Through this long journey.
What will the future bring?
Maybe the peace of a family.
Knew the tales of the men.
Travelled beyond the sea,
To see the uncharteded land.
Ate every pie, drank every tea,
Legends of the Catmen he learnt.
The lessons he did not study,
Had been taught in the schools.
But mastered many arts as he
Wished to know the rules.
A curious semi-catman was he,
Longed to know the truth
Behind the biggest mystery,
As he passed through his youth.
May he find what he's been looking for,
Through this long journey.
What will the future bring?
Maybe the peace of a family.
