Champions Of Windemere Group Interview

Posted: December 24, 2017 in Uncategorized

Hey, all. A Merry Christmas Eve, first and foremost. Secondly, I’ll be rolling out a bunch of interviews starting today, starting with this first one. Then another tomorrow, and on Tuesday, I’ll go with the ones related to “A Twist of Fate: A Collection of 11 Twisted Fairy Tales” (set for release on January 2nd!). I’ve also been hard at work on book 6, which should be out this coming week.

Now without any further ado…

As he approaches his destination, the half-monkey pulls out his notepad and looks to the list. The destination is Rainbow Tower, and he knows that this interview is going to be a different one for him. Usually, Travis is used to one interviewee. Possibly two. But this time, there’s a list. And he realizes that one of the names on that list is familiar to him. His tail twitches a little, as he wonders just how Luke Callindor is holding up after what’d happened between their last meeting and now.


But first off, he needs to find the tower in question. He finds the outer wall first, and considers scaling that. But then he considers that the place is a hotbed for magic users, and he’s seen first hand what can happen when one pisses off someone that uses magic. So he starts looking for the entrance, tail twitching a bit once he finally finds it.


It doesn’t take him long to find that the door is open, and he steps inside, walking on his knuckles for the time being.


Once inside, Trav finds himself taking in the sight of the garden. A lot of love has clearly gone into it overall, from what he can see. But he’s here on a mission: he’s got some Champions to chat with.


He starts looking around the garden for them, knowing that two are half-elves, one has blue hair, one would send his muscle-phobic brother-in-law into conniptions, one is probably armored, and the last would have silver hair.


After a while, he eventually locates the group resting around one of the ponds.  The white iron benches are pristine as if they have recently been placed in the garden.


“Hey, all. So, thanks for agreeing to meet with me,” says Travis. “Especially with the major showdown and all coming up. I mean, this has to be stressful…No matter what, I’m hoping for the best for all of you. Alrighty, so, Luke…I remember the last time we met, and it was just before you went into a…let’s face it, a goddamn nightmare of a situation. How’re you holding up?”


Shivering even though there is no breeze, Luke can only stare blankly at the half-monkey.  His eyes blink out of synch and he appears on the verge of a breakdown until Sari casts a relaxation spell on him.


“Okay, one more for you; probably doing two questions for each of ya, come to think of it. Don’t wanna take up too much of your time. So…you looking forward to the fact that your conflict with the Baron’s coming to an end, at least? Okay, so that could apply to all of you, sure. Especially Dariana; I’ll be getting to you soon enough. But given that you personally suffered at his hands, I figured I’d ask you first.”


“I . . . I really just want this to end,” Luke mutters, his face devoid of emotion.


“I can imagine…” he replies, tail curling around his leg as he starts thinking of the nightmare that had to be Luke’s post-torture mindscape.


Travis clears his throat and turns his attention toward Nyx. “I’ve heard about you,” he says. “Mainly the fact that you’re, like, insanely powerful and not to be messed with. Anyway, my first question for you…What’s your favorite spell? Like, overall?”


“That’s always a tough one,” Nyx replies, the half-elf coiling a black hair around her finger. “I can’t pick a specific spell, but I tend to use fire more than anything else.  There’s always been an affinity for me, which might come from my home village burning down.  It’s one of my earliest memories, so maybe I find that to be the most destructive.”


“And if there were anything in your life that you could do differently, what might it be? What would you change about it?” he asks, scribbling the responses thus far down on his notepad.


The channeler rubs her amethyst necklace before saying, “I guess I would keep my temper in check more often.  This is more for when I was younger and that would get me into trouble.  With my level of magic, I always needed more self-control, so it’s fairly problematic when I let my anger get the best of me.  Beyond that, I can’t think of anything since that would mean I’d be a different person than I am now.  Possibly even one too weak to face the Baron.”


Travis nods slightly, understanding. Looking to Sari, the half-monkey smiles slightly. He taps the notepad with his pencil, tail twitching. “So, Sari…First off, I just wanna say that I’m sorry to hear about, well, everything that’s gone wrong for your love life, and your life in general, and hope for the best for you. Second, is there anything specific that scares you? If so, and if it’s not gonna drag you on a horrible trip down memory lane, what?”


“Thanks for the concern, but I’ve been fine-ish for a while,” the gypsy states with a smirk.  “Nothing really specific scares me.  I’ve had to push through a lot of pain and terrible situations, so I try to take the world as it comes.  I mean, there are a few lingering abandonment issues that crop up from time to time.  That’s to be expected considering how many people I’ve lost, but I have my friends to see me through it.”


“Second question: What would be your biggest hope for the future? Like, post-Baron?”


“That another Baron doesn’t show up for a while.  Windemere could really use a break from all these ancient evils and ambitious bastards that tend to pop up.”


He then looks to Timoran, thinking over his questions for him carefully. Travis is certain that the barbarian is more even-tempered than he is likely to throttle him, at least. But he’d still want to avoid annoying him, anyway, as he hasn’t done anything to him to deserve it.


“Alright, Timoran…” he says. “From what I hear, alcohol is a huge deal in your culture…come to think of it, my girlfriend would probably love that. ANYWAY, what would you say is your favorite kind of alcohol overall? Okay, so that’s one that the girlfriend I mentioned threw in, and she probably would’ve come with me if she didn’t have to go out on a job…”


Timoran chuckles before taking a flask from his belt and offering it to the interviewer.  “My favorite drink is called Ifrit Mead.  It is both sweet and has a fiery kick.  The aftertaste is what gets most people, but it is a fairly common choice among my tribe.  There are stronger ones out there, but this one is also easier to find outside of our lands.”


Travis politely takes a step back, not being much of a drinker, himself.


“Sounds like one she’d be interested in. I don’t tend to drink a lot, myself, but that’s for personal reasons… Alright, next question’s from me,” Travis puts in, clearing his throat. “What are your thoughts on some of the others?”


“They are my friends, so I trust them completely,” the barbarian admits without hesitation.  “I cannot think of singling anyone out for good or bad traits since we each have them.  With all of our adventures and battles together, I have found that they are more my family than friends.  I could go on at length about each one, but I feel that may take too long.”


“Delvin, you’re next,” the half-monkey says, looking at his questions. “If you weren’t a mercenary, like, at any point in life, what could you see yourself doing?”


“Well, I was still trained as a warrior, so my job or whatever would still revolve around that,” Delvin answers while pouring himself a cup of coffee.  The liquid flows from the ring on his finger, which remains untouched by the steaming brew.  “Most likely, I’d have ended up as a soldier for a few years to get some experience.  Once I had proven myself, I’d return to Hamilton Military Academy to become one of Selenia’s instructors.  That’s a fairly low risk path, which wouldn’t have sat well with her.  She had big expectations for me, so I’d have to become a General or some type of legend.”


“Now, as a merc, what would you say was your most memorable mission?


Leaning back on the bench, Delvin closes his eyes to think over his impressive career.  “There was one that involved rescuing the children of a noble.  It was four princes and a princess, so I came up with a plan that my friends and I impersonate them after breaking into the kidnappers’ hideout.  It didn’t work out too well because Tavris was too muscular to be any of the boys and I tore my dress while pretending to be the princess.  We still got out with them, but that story spread through Fort Journeyman really quickly.  Took about a year to get over that debacle and be taken seriously again.  It really seems to be the plans that go wrong that I remember more than the perfect ones.”


Finally, he brings his attention to Dariana. “Before I ask you anything,” he says. “I just want to say that I’m REALLY sorry about who your dad is. And your brothers. Especially the older one. Just…holy shit. Hope you get through this okay… ANYWAY, the first question I have for you is about immortality…is it as lonely as I keep thinking it’ll be? I know, probably kind of a weird question for an interview, but it’s something I’ve been curious about for a while. Like, to the point of losing sleep, y’know?”


“Thank you for the apologies, but I don’t understand. I had no choice in my family,” the telepath says in confusion. She licks her lips and gets to her feet before pacing. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really have a good answer for you.  I spent most of my immortal life under a sleeping spell, which could last from twenty to one-hundred years.  I would be woken up, spend time with those who hate me, and be put back under when those champions failed.  So, I couldn’t say if my loneliness stems from being immortal alone or if it’s because I was never given a chance to make friends until recently.  The gods and goddesses of Windemere have each other, so they don’t get lonely.  My father had his agents and the demons of the Chaos Void.  I think immortality could be lonely if one doesn’t put effort into making connections.”


Nodding slightly, Travis takes that into consideration. He doesn’t get into why that particular question would concern him, though.


“And last individual question…what makes you happiest in life? Figure that might be a good antidote to the last question… I hate seeing people with family issues. The more hardcore, the worse it is, and I just wanna see these people happy, y’know?”


Dariana opens and closes her mouth several times, the answer rapidly changing in her mind.  “Happiness is actually a fairly new emotion for me to have.  I’m sorry that sounds so horrible, but it’s the truth.  Being with my friends makes me happy as well as interacting with the world.  I can eat foods I’ve only heard of, listen to music I’ve only caught in the minds of travelers, and live an actual life.  Even if it’s only for a moment, I can be happy and feel like I have a place in the world.”


Taking a couple of breaths, Travis looks over the notepad once more.


“Got one last one for all of you…In the event that this doesn’t go well for any of you…is there anything you’d like to get off your chest to the others? Or to anyone that might be reading this interview?”


Silence falls over the champions until Delvin raises his hand. “I don’t think any of us can think of any grievances.  We’ve put our affairs in order before heading out.  With what’s on the horizon, none of us really want to think about the smaller things.  They don’t seem important since none of us know if we’ll be getting out of this alive. I mean, this is an enemy that terrifies the gods.  Needless to say, having the last line of defense be five mortals and one immortal really doesn’t do much for the nerves.”


“Alright,” says Travis. “Thanks for taking the time to talk with me. Before I go…anyone up for a hug?”


“I’m always up for that,” Sari states with a beaming smile.


Author Bio & Social Media

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.





Catch the rest of the LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE on Amazon!

And of course, we have the newest entry (which I’m in the process of reading now…definitely recommend the full series): Warlord of the Forgotten Age

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All cover art by the awesome and talented Jason Pedersen


  1. Reblogged this on Legends of Windemere and commented:
    Thanks for the interview.


  2. Super interview, Kayla.

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