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Skip Scherer - Author Jan 2, 2025

It begins here: Delve!

A fantasy story told post by post, no pre-planning. All in thread. Please share if you enjoy!

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Delve – A Writing Challenge - Skip Scherer / Lionknight.us

Delve - A Writing Challenge Welcome to Delve! This idea will either be a fun, challenging way to tell a story or a valuable learning experience. Personally, I’m hoping for a small combination of both -ha. Either way, I hope to entertain and give you a few moments of reading pleasure. What is Delve? Delve is

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Skip Scherer - Author Jan 2, 2025

Kru, son of Apto, stumbled as guards shoved him down the last step, ankle cuffs clinking against cold stones. Life had brought him here, to the lowest cells from which none returned. Guards laughed, talking to themselves, lit by a small lantern. Yet, Kru smiled; everything he wanted was here. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 2, 2025

“Hate coming down here,” the 1st guard said. “Place reeks.”
“At least we just drop 'em off. Tam comes here every day to feed these wastes,” the 2nd guard replied, pushing Kru again.
Past several cells, they stopped in front of a heavy metal door. Scrawled beside it was a number 8. Kru panicked. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 7, 2025

“That one,” Kru said, pointing across the hall. “I need to be in that one.”
“That one's flooded, you fool. You’re going to be miserable enough, why add to your pain?”
“It is my lifetime to spend. What care you for my pain?”
The guards stared blankly at each other and then broke into laughter. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 10, 2025

“You’ll be dead in a year. We don’t care,” the 1st guard said, pushing Kru across the hall.
The 2nd guard fiddled with the keys. Finding the correct one, he shoved it in the lock with a loud clunk. With a heave, it swung free, scraping and squealing.
At door 9, the guards removed his chains. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 14, 2025

Kru launched away from the guards. “Stop!” They explained, but calmed when they saw he wasn’t escaping. He was in the cell.
“This one’s crazy,” Guard 1 said.
“Yeah, let’s be done with it,” Guard 2 said. They closed the door with a loud thunk. Darkness surrounded Kru, and joy filled his heart. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 17, 2025

He waited for his eyes to adjust—nothing. With the lantern's glow gone, darkness engulfed him. This would complicate his mission, but the cells were small. Hands outstretched, he felt the walls. Single step, cold stone. A couple more steps, and his feet were submerged. The cold biting his toes. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 21, 2025

He touched the far wall. His shoes, cloth and tatty hide, were drenched, but the water stopped at his ankles. Moving right, the floor sloped, and he found a dry area near the next wall. A minor cut out in the stone served as a pallet. Back to the entrance, no other exit, yet it must be here. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 24, 2025

Years of research led him here. No one believed him. The king and his advisors wouldn’t let him search. Kru wouldn't stop; this was too important. The world would change. So, he found another way, a monstrous way. In the darkness, his body shook—was it from the cold or the horrors he had done? #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 28, 2025

The men dying, the women screaming, the children—the poor children. He wasn’t evil, but to be here, he needed to do evil things. History would show he did the right thing. Yes—yes, he focused on that. They would see how he sacrificed so they could benefit. Kru knew he was a good man. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Jan 31, 2025

How to start? The darkness weighed on him. The cold seeped into his bones. Tired from his journey, the walk down the stairs had taken its toll. He will rest first and then begin tomorrow. Yes, that was the idea. He lay on the shelf and pulled his thin garments tight. Rest would bring clarity. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 5, 2025

A clang from the door startled Kru awake. His head hit the stone above. “Ouch,” he muttered, the words echoing softly. A small pat reached his ears. “Is s omeone there?” No response. He crawled from the bed, careful to avoid the water, and searched the door. His hands grasped something soft. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 7, 2025

He brought it to his face, straining to identify the object. The smell of sour, musty bread filled his nostrils. His stomach grumbled. When was his last meal? How long had he slept? He took hearty bites. Bits of vegetables and meat crossed his tongue. It was gone too quickly. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 11, 2025

His stomach growled for more, but it didn’t matter. Only the Jur Portal. It was hidden here, it had to be. He couldn’t let minor things distract him. He prayed for light, knowing the gods wouldn’t answer. They never did, damn them. No tools, just his mind, and for Kru, that was enough. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 14, 2025

He memorized every touch, constructing the cell in his mind. His fingers numbed, cold biting to the bone. Hunger gnawed at his belly. Search, eat, sleep—repeat. How many days now? He couldn't waste energy remembering; the search was his only path to life. He found no mark, no way to his goal. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 18, 2025

A clang signaled his next meal. Bread dropped through the slot. In his mind, he marked his place, then crawled to the door. Hands searching, there was nothing. “Where is it?” his voice gravelly. “Where’s my bread!” His arms frantically pushed across the floor, splashing water. Still no bread. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 21, 2025

He needed food to continue his work. On his knees, soaked, cold, biting his skin, he pushed into the water. It must have rolled here. He had avoided the water; he didn’t know his way. Where else could it be? "Please. So hungry." His desperation echoed.
"I can help." A whisper came in the dark. #SIP

Skip Scherer - Author Feb 25, 2025

“Who’s there? Where are you?” Kru strained his eyes, but the darkness denied him.
“I have bread, if you are hungry,” a voice answered from the water-filled corner. Whoever it was, they must be there. Kru lurched towards the voice. Water splashed, and his hands slapped an empty wall.#SiP

Skip Scherer - Author

Giggling echoed, "I've got bread, Your bread!"
"Please!" Kru's screamed, "I need food for my work."
"Work? What work can you do here?" The voice's octave dropped, tone sharp and flat. "You're here to die like the others." Laughter filled the cell. Kru chased it, but it was like catching the wind. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 6, 2025

“I will not!” Kru yelled. “I will save us, Jur… Jur is the problem. Please, I need food.”
He slumped on the floor, his head falling back against the bed shelf. His body quivered from the cold. He shoved his hands into his pits, his legs pulled to his chest, muscles straining from the exertion. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 7, 2025

The whisper returned. He turned his head in the dark, seeking, but it was all around him. It said, "What know you of Jur? Jur the Maker. Jur the Builder. Jur the God. What could one such as you know about one such as him?”
“Jur the–mad,” Kru whispered back. “His machines will destroy us all.” #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 11, 2025

Laughter filled the cell, echoing, raising in volume. Kru held his ears and pressed hard. Curled on the ground, yelling back, it was a battle of sounds that he lost. His throat raw, he stopped and the silence hit him like a blow. His hands slip, with faint words coming to him: "I'll be back." #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 14, 2025

A splash sounded in his ear. Kru crawled to the edge; the water, icy and relentless, he feared it. He was soaked. He longed for warmth before searching, but there was nowhere else. No other place. He would control his mind, conquer the cold, find the portal, and the whisper. He pushed in. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 18, 2025

Each inch, he crawled through the numbing cold. It wasn’t like searching the walls, where he could construct an image in his mind. Here, details were lost, leaving vague images. His hands hit a rock, then a crack, and then a hole. Pulling his hands free, he flexed his fingers. Could this be it? #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 21, 2025

A way out? He grinned, he laughed, it was right here; hidden by the water. Plunging his hands back into the water, he examined the hole. Feeling its edges, pulling them, pushing deeper, this had to be it! His heart sank. His smile turned to weeping. It was too small, the size of his hands. No. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Mar 25, 2025

Kru cried, falling into the water. His body was too numb to feel it, his mind too lost. The cursed gods had done this. He sank, head felling back, he screamed, “If only I had light! Damn you all!” He lay there, wishing for it. Praying for it.

The gods, who never answered prayers, finally did. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 1, 2025

The light pierced his eyes. He recoiled and rolled out of the water. Hands pressed tight, he cried, “Forgive me! Jur have mercy!”
He squinted through his fingers, longing to see. The light was too intense, god’s wrath upon him. The ground thrummed, heavy steps closing in. His screams answered. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 4, 2025

“Smashing hell. Still alive.” The gruff' voice said. Kru craned his neck, trying to place it. One hand reaching out, searching. Cloth bound his head, his throat cut off. He clawed at the rope, tugged at the bag. Rough hands lifted him. He spasmed, trying to resist, but it was feeble—childlike. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 8, 2025

Tam trudged up the castle steps, wondering why he always got the crap jobs. The prisoner on his shoulder squirmed, shaking his step. Tam banged his head into a wall—hopefully that would stop him. Yep, crap jobs and endless steps. Lucky him. Top wasn't even close. Damn. Don’t think about it. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 11, 2025

At the tower’s peak, the last door. Huffing and puffing, Tam cursed the climb, the height, the steps. In the cells, work was simple—no thinking, just doing, he was boss. Here, he had no power. He knocked, waited. He hated waiting. Damn. The door opened, but no one held it. His flesh prickled. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 15, 2025

His vision blurred before snapping into focus. He stumbled but caught himself, shaking off the sensation. Blank-faced, he stared at the vast room—four-story vaulted ceiling, towering stairs, scattered tables, books of all kinds, stained glass filtering light. His head ached just taking it in. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 18, 2025

He stepped gently, but his boots still gonged against the polished tile floor. His eyes darted, sweat forming on his brow. Tam didn’t think much, but he did think he didn’t want to be here. A few more steps— he froze as a voice like thunder shook the air around him.
“What curiosity is this?”
#SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 22, 2025

Tam's skin prickled as he searched for the voice. "I—I brought what you asked for," he stammered.
"I don't recall asking for a body—an unconscious one at that."
"No. You wanted what was in cell 9. Whatever I could find. I found him."
"Alive? Impossible. Show me." A mist formed before Tam. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 25, 2025

The mist spun, shifting from murky white to dull brown. Tendrils coalesced, forming a tabletop. Tam's nose twitched as the smell of burning wood crossed it.
"Place him there," the voice boomed.
Tam pressed the table to test its solidity, then lowered the body, shaking his head. He hated magic. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author Apr 29, 2025

"Move." A low, resonant command slammed into Tam. His muscles obeyed instantly, shoving him back. His mind thrashed, a trapped bird wild to escape, yet his body was a puppet dancing to the voice's tune. A bald figure in white, devoid of even eyebrows, now occupied the space he'd just vacated. #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author May 2, 2025

"Why's he out?" the man asked.
"Went crazy. Hit his head."
"I see. Before today, when'd you last see him?"
Tam shrugged.
"Don't know?"
"Don't go there. King closed deep cells."
"When was that?"
Tam frowned, thinking ached. "When he became King."
The man's eyes widened. "Six years ago." #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author May 6, 2025

"No one fed him?"
Tam shrugged.
"Who is this man?"
Another helpless shrug.
The bald man's eyes narrowed on Tam. Though towering over him, Tam flinched. The man's sleeves rustled, a prelude to violence Tam well knew. Instead, a sharp point. "Down one floor. Find Kry. Get cell 9 prison records." #SiP

Skip Scherer - Author May 9, 2025

Tam lumbered out, his limbs moving beyond his control. Still, leaving this place made him happy. Happy was good. He kept it simple.

The bald man pushed his sleeves to his elbows, then pressed a finger to Kru’s head. “Let us wake you.” he murmured. “What might be gleaned from your existence?”
#SiP

Skip Scherer - Author May 13, 2025

Kru shot up, air rushing into his lungs. A brutal flood. Every muscle screamed with fire. His head fell back, hitting the table. Each breath a desperate fight. Eyes wild, yet he was still. His body locked in place. A bald man in white observed him. He yearned to speak, but his jaw was a vise. #SiP