Strassur the Red Panther

Toughts of a Reader and a Writer

Invader, a Medieval / Fantasy Short Script


Written by

A.T. Morales


Elkar begins his shift as a castle town guard, and quickly finds himself face to face with a dragon which brings both death and possibly, love.



ELKAR steps out of the barracks, a cup of tea in his hands.  He shivers slightly from the fierce cold.

ELKAR is a late twenties soldier who was just promoted from the infantry to a Sergeant in the city guard of the fortified town of Thylark.  All soldiers under Thylark are called Panthers.  He has his standard baggy black uniform with leather chest armor bearing the emblem of a brick wall and a blue sash tied around his waist that all guards wear to identify themselves.  The tip of the sash is black to represent a supervisor.  He carries a one handed sword, which hangs from the left side of his belt and a one handed axe that is strapped to his back. On his left forearm is a small buckler shield. This is the standard uniform for guard Panthers, aside from the axe, which Elkar brought over from his position as an infantryman.

Elkar walks up to a group of night watch guards who are huddled near a brazier, trying to fight off the cold and sleep of a long night.

The guards turn towards Elkar and place their right fist against their heart.


G’morning sir. Ready for another cold day?

Guard 1 is wearing a black baggy uniform with leather chest armor identical to that of Elkar’s.  He wears a blue sash around his waist and has a small buckler strapped to his arm and a sword hanging from the left side of his belt.  He is in his late twenties and has a beard and mustache.


Ah, it shouldn’t be as bad as you guys had to fare. Did the fire help some?

Guard 2

It was a battle, and the cold won. But it could have been worse.

Guard 2 is dresses identical to Guard 1. He is in his early twenties and clean shaven.  He has a young look to him and appears to be very muscular.

The two guards nodded and smiled at each other as they continued to rub their hands above the warm flame.  Elkar smiled at their comment.


I bet. I am glad you lads made it out alive.  Say, have you seen Dorian around yet?

Guard 1

Ah, your know him, sir. He is probably already with the smith, having his sword polished.

Elkar laughs, and is joined by the two guards.


I’m sure you are right. He is a bit vain, I gotta admit.

Elkar turns and begins walking away from the western gate of the fortified city, towards the blacksmith building.  As he walks he drinks out of a cup with steam flowing out.

(Off screen) Crack!


Ah, I love watching the engineers fire those ballista.

Elkar changes his direction towards the south western tower.  Rounding a corner of the “Pigs Hide” tannery, Elkar stops.

He stares up at the sleeping ballista tower, which lay stagnant, vacant.


I must be losing my mind.  Could have sworn I heard the giant bows.

(Off screen) Crack!

Elkar whips his body around, staring towards the southern wall, just east of the tower.  Pausing for a moment and squinting through the rising sun, Elkar begins to slowly walk towards the wall below the parapet.

As Elkar nears the wall, he gives a big look of shock and surprise. The wall looks as though it is moving.

Elkar looks down, suspiciously into his cup.  He quickly pours the liquid onto the ground.

Just as Elkar looks up, a portion of the moving wall flies towards Elkar’s head.  He barely dodges the attack as he falls to the ground, quickly moving into a squatting defensive posture.  Elkar draws his sword.

His sword is a double edged sword, three feet in length and three inches wide, with a shiny black hilt that looks as it were made of stone.

Another large piece of the wall suddenly flies towards Elkar’s chest. Too fast to dodge, Elkar takes a desperate swing at the piece of stone with his sword. As the sword makes contact with the stone, instead of chipping away stone as expected, the blade slices through the familiar substance of flesh.

Elkar is covered in blood from the attack and sees the stone is actually a large piece of tail.

The wall that was moving begins to change, changing from the color of stone to that of dark green scales.

Elkar looks with wide eyes as the form slowly takes shape.  The shape on the wall eventually reveals itself as a large LIZARD like creature.

The hairless LIZARD is approximately 10 feet in length (body) with dark green scales and a very long tail, minus the last two feet, which lay on the ground at Elkar’s feet. It’s sharp claws attached to short legs are dug into the wall, allowing it to cling with its belly again the stone in a low profile.


By the Gods. What sort of beast is this?

Elkar pulls out his small horn and gives three quick bursts as the Lizard begins to climb down from the wall and walk towards Elkar.


React! Tower 21!

Elkar drops his horn and maintains his defensive posture, holding his sword at the ready and the small buckler that is strapped to his left forearm at the ready.  Elkar quickly glances at the small shield and shakes his head.


Damn this dinner plate of a shield.  Wish I had my kite.

The Lizard nears Elkar and with surprising speed lunged towards his head.  Caught off guard, Elkar thrust the shield into the beast’s mouth, wedging its large maw open. Elkar squints and forces his mouth shut as a steam like cloud is breathed into Elkar’s face.

Elkar forces his left arm out of the straps, catching his clothing on the thin stiletto shaped Lizard teeth.  The sharp teeth rip easily through the clothing and rake a gash in his skin as he pulls his arm back.

Elkar grunts in pain as he fades back, swinging his sword in a downward arc, catching the Lizard on the nose.  The left outer nostril is split in two and black blood instantly begins to ooze out.

The Lizard dislodges the shield from its mouth and spits it onto the ground, refocusing on Elkar.

The Lizard opens its mouth again, preparing to strike.  Elkar continues to move slowly backwards, focusing on the large beast.

As the Lizard looks as though it is about to strike, an arrow suddenly whips past Elkar’s head, embedding deep in the base of the Lizards tongue.

The Lizard lets out a cruel shriek as it rears in apparent pain.  Suddenly, dozens of arrows fly through the air, striking the Lizard along the entire body.

Elkar continues to stumble back and dares a quick glance behind him and sees the familiar green sash archers, raining accurate and deadly arrows at the beast.  Six Green Panthers stand along the tops of battlements and parapets, firing arrows.

(Off-screen) Boots can be heard running closer.  Elkar again looks.

Blue Panthers arrive on foot.  THOMAS GREENER runs up to Elkar and helps him to his feet.

THOMAS GREENER is a short man in this late thirties.  He has a slight belly and stocky build, wearing the same black baggy outfit as Elkar, with a blue sash around his waist with a black tip.

The Lizard, who is being bombarded with arrows, turns towards the wall and runs towards it. Digging its large claws into the stone, the Lizard begins to scale the sheer face up towards the battlements.

Green Panthers man the large ballistae at the nearby tower.  The engineers swivel the weapon towards the Lizard and begin loading the long bolts.

As the Lizard reaches the top of the wall, its bleeding should slams into an archer that was a little too close and a little too slow, knocking him off the outside of the stone wall.

As the archer falls, he slings his standard issue yew bow into the air as he falls out of view.

Out of view from beyond the wall, yelling could be heard before it stops, suddenly.

The Lizard runs off.

All the Panthers stand still, only their heavy breathing moves their bodies.

Snapping too from the shock, Elkar begins to take command.


Healer! Get a healer over that wall quick.


Green Panthers on the walls begin looping ropes around the battlements as two healers run up to the base and begin scaling a wooden ladder towards the top.

A MALE HEALER is first up the ladder and turns towards the female healer who is on his heels.

The MALE HEALER has short hair that is beginning to turn grey. He has a muscular build and is tall.  He wears baggy black uniform and a white sash with a black tip around his waist.


Hurry, Dannika. We can’t let him die alone.

DANNIKA is in her mid twenties, with long dark hair tied back in a pony tail.  She has a tall and slender athletic frame and wears a baggy black uniform with four stars in a diamond shape in the upper left portion of her chest.  She is wearing a white sash around her waist.

Dannika quickly reaches the top and ties a rope around her waist and lowers herself over the far side of the wall, repelling out of sight.


Elkar leans against the wall, sitting down. He holds his wounded left arm in his lap.


Elkar. Where in the abyss did that beast come from?

Thomas Greener runs gracelessly up to Elkar and kneels next to him.


I don’t know. The serpent was blended into the wall when it first attacked. Caught me off guard.


That’s hard to do with you.  Here, let me take a look at that arm. Gotcha pretty good, it did. Bleeding like a fountain. We might need a healer.

Thomas Greener grabbed some bandages from a pouch on Elkar’s belt and crumbled one up. He pushed it deep into the wound on Elkar’s forearm, causing him to flinch.  He then placed a few more on top of the wound before wrapping it tightly to apply pressure.


Let’s see if that works, eh Elkar? You gonna make it or can I have your sword?


(Laughing) Takes more than a small dragon to keep me from giving you my sword, man.

Elkar’s right hand slides slowly to the hilt of his sword, in a mocking grasp of defense.

Seeing the painful look and sweat on Elkar’s face, Thomas Greener yelled at a nearby archer.


You lad. Fetch Sergeant Elkar a healer for his arm.

Moments later, the same two healers from the wall walk up. The Male Healer begins to talk with Thomas Greener and Dannika approaches Elkar.


Can I have a look at your arm, sir?

Elkar looks up and finds his words stumbling as he stares into Dannika’s dark eyes.


It’s, uh, yea sure. Not really that bad…but, uh, you can, um, yea, take a look.

Dannika looks up at Elkar through her bangs that have fallen out of her ponytail and smiles warmly.

Dannika begins to remove the bandages slowly so she can examine the wound.  Elkar notices the four stars on Dannika’s upper left chest.


You’re a Druid?  But…


Yes sir, but because I am a scout Druid I am receiving some cross training in the healing arts.

Elkar begins to look around curiously.


Where is your, um…?


Spirit animal, sir?  Right above you.

Elkar looks up and sees a large hawk circling high in the sky.  Dannika nods at Elkar.


That’s her. That is Shae.


Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that you were a Druid.


Why didn’t you expect that?


Well, you don’t seem to, …you don’t like a fighter.

Dannika stops and looks right into Elkar’s eyes.


You are way too beautiful.  Never have I seen an equal. Why have I never seen you here?

Dannika looks away, her face begins to blush.


Thank you, sir. It’s just, that well I am a scout. I am mostly in the surrounding forest and report directly to Captain Malicos.  Unfortunate at times, because, I do not often get to meet people.



Now Dannika begins to stumble over her words, her face still flush.


I mean, um, people that I want to meet. Or, rather, would like to meet. You know, people such as yourself.


Oh. (Smiling largely) It is a pleasure. May I have the honor of your name.

Elkar rubs the sweat forming on his right hand against his pants, his breathing beginning to increase


Dannika. And if it would please you, you might see me in town more often. I have been reassigned.


Yes yes, very. And where are you reassigned to?


To security and enforcement. I don’t know anyone, but my new supervisor is Sergeant Elkar. You know him?

Sighing greatly, Elkar looks up towards the Gods and rest his head against wall.


Yes. I know him, for he is me.



Carlos the Anti Hero, Coffee Shop Part 1

Here is Coffee Shop Part 1 of Carlos, the Anti Hero

Coffee Shop

My Friend, Chewbacca

I have two questions for fellow fantasy fans of the sci-fi/fantasy series Star Wars.  You will notice I threw the word fantasy in there, hehe. Let the debate begin….anyway, let us focus. 

Would anyone appreciate a car that sounds like the famous Wookie when accelerating? Maybe not on a Prius or a Ford party car (Fiesta), but not on a huge diesel truck either. Something mid-sized and epic.

Second, most know that famed author R.A. Salvatore killed off Chewy in one of his books, which during an interview on Adventures in Sci-fi Publishing podcast, he claims was an order from the publishers. 

“Publishers, did you order the code red? Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by Wookies with guns.”

Sorry. Anyway,  my question, is that part of the canon or can we expect to see our furry friend in part 7? And will it be a musical? Just kidding, although I will admit some reservation. They have the power of funding, let’s just hope they wield it wisely.

Poison, a short medieval / fantasy movie script

Here is a script I had to write for my MFA program.  Our guidance was a 5 minute script that require a character to make a difficult decision.  Enjoy and let me know what you think, as I am fairly new to script writing.

The formatting is off due to copying it from a word doc.


James’ arch enemy shows up unexpectedly at the tavern where he works, when the bar owner distracts the villain while a poisonous drink is prepared.



JAMES is a tavern barhop that assists in stocking and serving food and drinks at the PIG’S HIDE, a local tavern most popular amongst locals.  He is in his mid twenties with a short beard and a tall and awkwardly skinny frame. 

LEON is the owner of the PIG’S HIDE and looks after the weak framed JAMES.  He is a retired soldier who still bears a large, muscular frame, although he has packed on some weight with all the food and ale at his disposal.  He is balding with a bushy mustache and sharp squinting eyes.

LEON stands in front of the large stove, prepping food as JAMES peers out of the cracked door into the common room while wiping out a earthenware pitcher with a cloth.


By the gods, that bastard found me.


Whatchu talking about boy. You look as though you spotted a apparition.


I may have, Leon. You remember about the boy I told you about that always used to throw dung at me and whip my arse with sticks.




He just walked in and is at the bar.  That bastard even broke my hunting sling while we were in the middle of the Asperian Forest. Left me to die.


(Throwing down the large cooking fork) That’s the bastard? I’m gonna go squeeze his throat.


No, my friend. I have a better idea.

James walks across the room and reaches into a high mounted cupboard, removing a small leather bag.


What in the kings name is that?


Something I picked up from the apothecary months ago.  Some blessed thistle and mandrake root.


(Staring at James) You gonna poison him, ain’t ya boy?


Yes. (Smiling) But nothing too quick.

From the same cupboard, James brings down a mortar and pestle and sets it heavily on the counter.


(Almost in a whisper) Slow and painful.


LEON stands at the bar directly in front of KILLION and for a moment stares at him through the slits in his eyes.

KILLION is a average height man with a stocky build.  He is clean shaven and wears a dark green hunting cloak with the hood still up.  


Uh, hello good barkeep. (Shifting in his chair) My name is Kil…

LEON slams his fist onto the counter.


I know who you are. You’re the piece of dire wolf shit that harassed James for all them years.


(Mumbling) I guess I have found the right place.


What are you mumblin’? Speak the hell up!


I, I know many of my past actions were less than…chivalrous, but that is why I am here. (Pausing, Killion looks up at Leon)


I’m listening. (Crossing his arms)


I was a horrible, nasty person, a dragons ass back in those times.  The things I said, my actions…I hurt many people. (Playing nervously with the clasp of his cloak) I came to make things right.


And how you plan to do that?


Well, to start, by saying sorry.  Look. (Staring back at Leon now) It’s no excuse, but I watched my father beat my mother every day during that dark time of my life. I thought treating those weaker like that was life.  But, (looking down again and lowering his voice) after my father beat my mother to death, I knew. I knew it was wrong and I knew he was the problem, not the weak people.

Leon uncrossed his arms and sat down. The tight look on his face loosening.


I grabbed my little brother and we fled to the Keep, reporting the matter to the first guard we could find.  I knew it would not bring my mother back, but I vowed to make a change and help those who cannot help themselves.


(softening his voice) What did you do after that?

Leon poured a mug of brown ale an slid it in front of Killion.


I grew and studied, and when I was of age, I joined the infantry.  (Looking up and straightening his back) I am being sent off to fight in the border wars. Since I have no family, I have used my leave to correct my past and tracked down James to here.


I may know where he is. Wait here.


LEON sat in the kitchen, peering out to the bar area quietly.  He told James everything that Killion had told him and watched as James walked slowly towards the bar.  James had spoken outwardly for months about a time when he could inflict revenge on Killion.  The decision was for James and James alone.


Well my boy, (whispering to himself) what’s it gonna be?

Through the door Leon could see Killion pulling from a bag a brand new hunting sling.  He conversed with James for several moments before Leon turned and walked back towards the stove.


(Seeing the full cup of brown liquid still sitting next to the mortar, Leon smiled and again whisper to himself) That’s my boy.



Watch “The Journey, a medieval audio short story” on YouTube

Here is an audio short story I wrote about a death amongst a tight group of warriors in a medieval army. Let me know what you think.

The Journey, a medieval audio short story:

Watch “Audio Short Story, The First Draw” on YouTube

Here is an original short story I wrote about an archer going into battle for the first time. Let me know what you think.

Audio Short Story, The First Draw:

Marine Corps Birthday

Today, back in 1775 my Marine Corps came alive. Happy Birthday Marines! If you know a Marine, wish them a happy one.
Semper Fi

Watch “Audio Short Story, Added Scene to the Patriot” on YouTube

I narrated one of my short stories that I had to write for my graduate program. I added a scene into the movie the Patriot with Mel Gibson and Heath Ledger. My scene shows the love of Benjamin and the aunt, Charlotte, starting to blossom after the death of one of his sons. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Cheers

Audio Short Story, Added Scene to the Patriot:

Writing Prompt for Next Episode

I am about to publish my next episode of Audio Fantasy Knowledge.  I thought I would give the writing prompt early and see if we can get some of your stories on the air.  If you want to write a paragraph or two in response to the prompt, as long as it is medieval or fantasy based, I may read it on the air and publish it here as well.  And of course, I will give you shout out.

Here goes the prompt:

Let the battle begin!

That’s it.  I like to keep them short so where you run with it is less restricted.  Can’t wait to hear.


The Wife of Bath’s Tale

The Tale begins by talking about the old days of King Arthur and the fairies and supernatural beings that walked among the land.  The narrator mentions an evil being like no other, “Ther is noon other incubus but he” (886).  It sounds like Arthur dispatched a young knight to search for the evil creature, but instead he became distracted by a maiden that was seen in the woods.  After raping her, Arthur sentenced the knight to death.  The queen begged Arthur to spar the knight, which he finally agreed.  She asked him, “What thing it is that women most desiren” (911).  She warned to think hard and if he does not know, he will have twelve months to find the answer.  The knight took his leave and searched everywhere, relying on God’s grace to guide him to the answer, but nowhere could he find two responses that agreed with each other, “Some saiden women loven best richesse;/ Some saide honour, some saide jolinesse;/ Some rich array, some saiden lust abedde” (931-933). 

He eventually sees twenty four women dancing in the forrest.  Hoping to gain some insight to the Queens question, he rears his horse to discover all but an ugly woman remains, “A fouler wight ther may no man devise” (1005).  She makes a deal to give him the answer he needs, based on her experience up to being an old woman, but in return he must marry her.  The young knight returns to the court and tells the queen his answer, “Wommen desire to have sovereinetee (dominion)/ As wel over hir housbonde as hir love” (1044-1045).  The old lady tells the court of the knights promise and the two eventually marry.

The remainder of the poem is very long, but essentially the old lady is upset that the knight thinks she is ugly.  She asks, would he rather have a loyal wife, or one he would doubt, “To han me foul and old til that I deye/ And be to you a trewe humble wif,/ And nevere you displese in al my lif,/ Or ells ye wol han me yong and fai,/ And take youre aventure of the repair” (1226-1230).  The knight responds that it is her choice, which she loves his answer.  She asks for a kiss, and when he builds his courage, he turns and discovers she is now a young and fair woman.

Do you think Chaucer is saying women are underappreciated or possible seen only on the surface?  Is this a cautionary tale?


Chaucer, Geoffrey. “The Wife of Bath’s Prologue and Tale.” The Norton Anthology of English Literature. Ed. Stephen Greenblatt. 9th ed. Vol. A. New York: W.W. Norton, 2012. 282-310. Print.