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The Journeys of the Sorcerer issue 1

The Journeys of the Sorcerer issue 1

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The Journeys of the Sorcerer issue 1

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Dec 7, 2019


This is the second issue of the single author magazine “The Journeys of the Sorcerer.” In this issue, entirely dedicated to fantasy, you will be able to follow several characters while they live adventures and misadventures in worlds filled with monsters and magic.

Beneath the Waves – After losing his son in a mysterious shipwreck, Agamneus, a caulker, builds a ship capable of sailing underwater to try to learn what happened. However, he finds much more than he expected.

Trolls in the Dark – Desiring to avenge the death of the princess he had sworn to protect, Endel hires a group of adventurers and enters the infamous Socta Hills hoping to intercept the killer. However, the trolls that infest those hills won't let them pass easily.

Holestern: New World – Fleeing from those who chase him in the Old Continent, Holestern departs for one of the New Worlds: the Gray Continent. Unfortunately, not everything goes as he expected, as the ship he is in becomes shipwrecked off a city besieged by a strange enemy. But is this a setback or an unexpected opportunity to rebuild his life?

The Knight's Choice: Chapters 2, 3, 4, and 5 – Loran goes on a journey to identify the artifact he found during the Battle of Schlaberdum Abbey. The revelations that follow send him on several missions throughout the kingdom of Veltraik.

Dec 7, 2019

About the author

Joel Puga nasceu na cidade portuguesa de Viana do Castelo em 1983. Entrou em contacto muito cedo com a fantasia e a ficção científica, principalmente graças a séries e filmes dobrados transmitidos por canais espanhóis. Assim que aprendeu a ler, enveredou pela literatura de género, começando a aventura com os livros de Júlio Verne. Foi nesta altura que produziu as suas primeiras histórias, geralmente passadas nos universos de outros autores, cuja leitura estava reservada a familiares e amigos.Em 2001, mudou-se para Braga para prosseguir os estudos, altura em que decidiu que a sua escrita devia ser mais do que um hobby privado. Isso valeu-lhe a publicação em várias antologias e fanzines portuguesas abordando diversos sub-géneros da ficção especulativa.Vive, hoje, em Braga, onde divide o seu tempo entre o emprego como engenheiro informático, a escrita e a leitura.Joel Puga was born in the Portuguese city of Viana do Castelo in 1983. Since an early age, he has been in contact with fantasy and science fiction, mainly thanks to dubbed films and TV shows transmitted by Spanish channels. As soon as he learned how to read, he got into genre literature; starting his adventure with Julio Verne’s books. It was during this time that he produced his first stories, generally using other author's universes as a backdrop, the reading of which was reserved to family and friends.In 2001, he moved to Braga to follow his studies, a time in which he decided his writings should be more than a private hobby. This granted him several publications in Portuguese anthologies and fanzines of various sub-genres of speculative fiction.Today, he lives in Braga, where he divides his time between his job as a computer engineer, as well as writing and reading.Joel Puga nació en la ciudad portuguesa de Viana do Castelo, en el año 1983. Desde muy temprana edad, mostró interés por la fantasía y la ciencia ficción sobre todo gracias al doblaje de películas y programas de televisión para canales españoles. Tan pronto como aprendió a leer, se sintió atraído por la literatura de género, iniciando esta fascinante aventura gracias a los libros de Julio Verne. Durante ese período, produjo sus primeras historias, las cuales, por lo general, estaban inspiradas en el universo de otros autores. La lectura de sus primeras obras quedaba reservada a familiares y amigos.En 2001, se trasladó a Braga para continuar con sus estudios. En esa época, decidió que sus escritos deberían ser algo más que un pasatiempo privado. Como consecuencia de esta decisión, publicó varias obras en antologías portuguesas y revistas de varios sub-géneros destinadas a fans (fanzines) de la ficción especulativa.En la actualidad reside en Braga, donde divide su tiempo entre su trabajo como ingeniero informático, y su pasión por la escritura y la lectura.

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The Journeys of the Sorcerer issue 1 - Joel Puga

The Journeys of the Sorcerer issue 1

by Joel Puga

Copyright 2020 Joel Puga

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Table of Contents

Under the Waves

Trolls in the Dark

Holestern – New World

The Knight's Choice

Other Works by the Author

About the Author

Under the Waves

At Prince Ulgen's rail, Ulsseus looked out to sea. There wasn't a single ship in sight, only the spray of a distant group of whales. A steady wind filled the sails, allowing the ship to cut through the water at great speed. Above, the sky was blue, with no traces of clouds.

Although everything looked well and there was no sign of any threat, nervousness stirred in Ulsseus'’s soul, a feeling that was clearly shared by the rest of the crew. The sailors looked around constantly, as if they were afraid that something would suddenly come out of nowhere and take them away. The captain paced back and forth in the poop deck, constantly stopping to peer through his looking glass. Ulsseus knew that all those precautions were not only necessary but insufficient. Each month, two or three ships disappeared in those waters, together with their crews. Was it not for the sea current that took off several days from the trip between Armenon Island and the mainland, that route would have been closed long ago. For the time being, however, the ship-owners didn't allow it, since their gains still more than made up for their losses, to the chagrin of their crews.

Suddenly, Ulsseus saw something shining underwater. At first, he thought it was only a school of fish, but moments later, he realized that he was wrong. To his horror, strange heads broke the surface, followed by bodies that rapidly climbed the side of the ship.

Ulsseus stepped back and shouted warnings to his companions. The sailors, knowing the waters they were sailing on, had weapons with them, mostly small axes, and they drew them and advanced to try to prevent the creatures from reaching the deck. But it was too late. The first attackers jumped over the rail, on both sides of the ship. Scales covered their bodies, which were about seven feet tall, and reflected the sunlight in all the colors of the rainbow. Webs connected their fingers and toes, while gills occupied the place where a human's ears would be.

At first, they didn't attack. They just roared menacingly, revealing teeth as sharp as the hook-shaped claws that ended their limbs. However, as soon as their number on the deck surpassed that of the sailors, they fell upon the latter, whirling nets made of braided algae and wielding clubs carved from whale's or large fish's bones.

The humans tried to resist the best they could, but many got caught by the nets in the first few minutes of the confrontation. One fell on Ulsseus, restraining his movements. Shortly after, he felt a heavy blow to the head, and the world turned black.

It's tomorrow. It's tomorrow, Agamneus whispered to himself.

His eyes were fixed on a far point on the edge of the ocean that stretched from the cliff where he stood to the horizon. A slight breeze stirred his beard, hair, and clothes.

His son was out there, at sea, alive or dead. It had been almost four months since news of the Prince Ulgen's disappearance had reached the mainland, and since then, Agamneus had been working on a vessel capable of sailing underwater to try to find out what had happened, and, though without much hope, perhaps find survivors. He only needed one last artifact to complete his project, and it would arrive that afternoon, just in time for the beginning of the expedition, which was scheduled to leave the next day.

Agamneus stood there for hours, staring at the waves, until a voice called from his house. Descending a path open through the low thorn bushes that covered the ground, he went to meet it. Under the porch that housed his small shipyard, he found Olnax, an envoy from the Oligarchy known to everyone on that part of the coast.

Greetings, Agamneus. I brought you the artifact you needed.

From a leather bag, he took a sphere the size of a human head. It was made of a strange green material that seemed simultaneously a metal and a stone.

I was expecting it, said the caulker, taking the object, which was surprisingly light.

Holding it carefully, he took it to the middle of the porch, where a strange barrel-shaped vessel with conical ends rested on wooden trestles. Five portholes, three large and two smaller ones, lined up in each side above a row of three oars. At the stern, there were two rudders, but unlike what was normal for surface ships, they were positioned horizontally.

So, this is your famous submarine.

It took a lot of work, but it's finished and tested, ready for the expedition. It was only missing this sphere. The magic it contains will renew the air and allow us to stay underwater for as long as we want.

I hope you're right. The dukes spent a lot of money on your project. It better work and allow us to bring up some sunken treasure.

If there is any. We still don't know for sure what happened to those ships.

They sank, of course! What else could have happened to them? Don't tell me you believe in those silly superstitions about sea creatures?

Agamneus didn't waste time arguing, but he knew that there was no certainty about the fate of the missing ships. In fact, that was what sustained him during the submarine's construction, the faint hope that his son might be alive somewhere beneath the waves.

You see that trapdoor? Agamneus asked, pointing at the submarine's belly. The air pressure inside will keep the water from entering through it, so we can open it and use it to recover treasures from the seabed.

Good, good.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to put the sphere in place and make some last-minute adjustments.

Of course. See you tomorrow. And remember, my life will be in your hands.

The sailors of the Lolnios II, a huge war galleon that the dukes had ceded to the expedition, lowered the submarine into the sea using a system of ropes and pulleys.

Slowly. Slowly, guided Agamneus.

After months of construction and a week spent sailing to the area of the disappearances, he didn't want any last-minute accidents.


Moments later, he heard the submarine entering the water. The caulker advanced anxiously to the rail to see if everything was alright. The submarine remained upright and steady, with its little turret turned upwards, as it should be. The swell pushed it against the galleon, but three cork fenders prevented it from getting damaged.

How's everything going? We won't have to cancel the expedition, will we? asked Olnax.

The Ilssea is working as it should, said Agamneus, referring to the submarine by the name he had given it, the same as his deceased wife. We can leave whenever we want.

Good, good.

An hour later, they were standing next to the rail of the Lolnios II, by the rope ladder that led down to the submarine. With them were the other two members of the expedition, who had been chosen by Agamneus himself: Osiades, an old fisherman with more than half a century of experience at sea, and Armédes, a middle-aged sailor who had crossed those waters on several occasions. The four lowered their equipment and supplies to sailors in the Ilssea, who accommodated them so as not to affect the boat's delicate balance. As soon as they were finished and the members of the expedition got ready to embark, the captain of the Lolnios II approached.

I'm going to light a brazier in the crow's nest. If you return to the surface far from the galleon, just follow the smoke and flame.

Thank you, Captain. It's a good idea, answered Agamneus.

Good luck to all of you, said the captain. Carry on.

As soon as the sailors left the submarine and returned to the deck of the Lolnios II, the four crewmen descended the rope ladder and entered the tight belly of the wooden beast. The caulker was the last in, and he sealed the upper hatch behind him.

It wasn't easy to move in the submarine's cramped insides, but after a while, Agamneus was able to settle into his post at the rear, by the rudders' and ballast tank pump's controls. His companions, for their part, sat between the two rows of oars. Through a porthole on the hatch, Armédes, positioned directly beneath it, saw the galleon

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