The Ambassador in the Library with the scrolls

Deep in the Library by the magical blue lights she studied the ancient scrolls. It was her own fascination that drove her. Most of her contemporaries tended to frequent some of the bars and restaurants rather than spend time in the Library. Here she had found stories of the underwater Kingdoms, of the rise of the amphibious peoples. Then, eventually humans had taken their place on Akkadia. What struck her the most however were the stories. The names changed and the places changed and the species changed, but the stories were the same. ‘How could that be?’ she mused. For every civilisation, or for every organised nation, or group, or band a dictator would arise. They had arisen at some time or another within all the underwater kingdoms. They would arise within the amphibious kingdoms. They had arisen throughout Akkadia through all ages. The story would be the same. Someone would challenge the dictatorship. A hero would arise and throw the dictator down. She recognised some of the names in her documents. They were spelt differently in many of her documents, but if spoken in the mind the telepathic formulation of the names were the same. The names were unknown to her. One name, Kanaola, seemed to appear regularly. Another translated as ‘Bright and Morning Star’. She was intrigued. Her studies continued.

The Order of Orduin

The sunlight of the Greater Sun Pakala was streaming through the window. He was sitting at his desk as he did every day. The desk was covered with scrolls. He loved scrolls. They were all arranged in a certain order. This group of scrolls with the blue rollers, they were the finance scrolls. The Citadel was well funded through eons of investments and land ownership. He enjoyed ensuring that the reserve funds increased year on year under his watch. Every crown was watched. The red scrolls. They were reports from the Order throughout Akkadia. The red scrolls contained the usual rumblings. There was nothing unusual. The King of Zabkia seemed to be surviving to a ripe old age. The Zabkians under their mountain fastness were renowned for ensuring the Royal succession by the knife rather than through a defined lineage. Saint Zuchelli University were building something in the desert of Biskarin. King Henry XXIII of Wesola seemed to be ill, and all reports of the Prince of Wesola sounded disheartening. The usual rumblings.

The scrolls he enjoyed reading the most were the green scrolls. They were the scrolls of Plans and Logistics throughout Akkadia. The Order was always planning. He had plans for everything. He enjoyed planning. Each plan was numbered and the numbers collated within scroll number one. His predecessor and mentor had planned throughout his career in the Citadel. There were many plans that he hoped would never be needed though, in the darkness of the night, he wanted to be measured against the direst circumstances. His predecessor and mentor had lived a life of quiet planning. While he wished for the same well ordered long life he occasionally hankered for a crisis through which he could shine.

Saint Zucchelli University

He was in his room in the University. He would receive a visit shortly from one of his brethren. For the first time in eons a number of his brethren had agreed to work together. He had brought a number of them with him. His plans were in place. They had all agreed to work according to his plan. He knew that their enemy had grown somnolent and lax in the waiting. He was depending on them to remain so. He knew that most of his enemies were unprepared for his brethren working together. He also knew that many of his enemies had grown overconfident in their own abilities. In the weary watching some had tried to create a world within the world of Akkadia. Let them keep their fantasies. He lived in the real world, and it would be in the real world that Akkadia would be broken. The door opened and Professor Drenthe walked in. He hoped that he brought good news.

Akkadia - the desert of Biskarin

The desert was blooming this time of the year. To the casual observer the desert never changed. This was his home and he was attuned to the subtle changes all around him. He loved his desert. The tribes of Biskarin crisscrossed the desert throughout the year. Some tribes moved from oasis to oasis. Some tribes scoured the desert for its treasures for salt from the flat plains. During his sojourn in Port Estergom he had a message from his old friend. He had heard of all that had happened to his friend and his heart was breaking for him. The white walls of Port Estergom were behind him shining on the horizon. He brought the magic into his eyes and swept the desert again. The ‘sparkles’ in the desert had always been there. In front of his magical eyes the sparkles seemed to be different. There was a flow of the sparkles that he had never observed before. He was aware that there was a new building undergoing construction in his desert. Some Wizards and soldiers from Kornik had been building a compound in his desert. He had watched it build from the foundations. From time to time he had observed from a distance. He had occasionally spoken to the builders. The strangest building had sprung up in the compound. It was spherical in shape. He had never seen the like before. Kornik and Saint Zucchelli University were collaborating in this project. ‘No good would come of this’ he thought.

Akkadia - A young girl alone at her desk changes the world

Sitting at her desk, alone in her room. Writing. Always writing. It was a warm day outside. Most of her friends would have been strolling in the quad or lounging outside on the benches by the pond. She felt that she was close. She had re-written and re-written this so many times. Only she could understand the symbols as they flowed from her mind, through her quill and onto the scrolls. She had abandoned so many scrolls. She kept them stacked in a corner of the room. Often she would return to them, select the one she wanted, study the reference, and return to her desk to write some more. Some days the steps seemed obvious. Some days she could sit and stare at the symbols and nothing would come. Today she could feel the symbols flowing onto the scroll. She had taken another step forward. It wasn't finished yet, but she could feel it just within her grasp . . . .

Maybe tomorrow

Welcome to the world of Akkadia

Welcome to the world of Akkadia. This blog will keep you informed of all the adventures in the world of Akkadia.

It's a magical world with two suns and two moons. The world of Akkadia orbits the greater sun, Pakala. However, it is a binary sun system, and the lesser sun Yat-Sen also shines its light on Akkadia. Our two moons, Hi Okina Laka, and Namaka spin in the heavens above Akkadia and shine their light across this wonderful world.

I will take you through this new world, and as our characters change and develop I hope you'll enjoy the journey with me . . .