Supporting characters like Sefa, Sven or Holfi.Original characters, either before or during the events of the Banner Saga.Stories should also be canonically possible (so no killing Rugga for example). Stories should illustrate a conflict, be it personal, survival or combative. We want original flash fiction and short stories that highlight the wider Banner Saga world. If selected, we’ll work with you on publishing rights and compensation therewith. Selected authors will be given both an ebook and print edition of the anthology, and a Banner Saga t-shirt of their choice (pending availability). Compensation:īecause of the franchise nature of the stories, we’ll be looking for long-term or indefinite publication rights. The deadline is midnight UTC on December* 16th, 2018. You may use a few Old Norse words if you want, but don’t overdo it. Stories must be in English (US preferred, but UK is just fine). Only one submission per author please, and be sure to format your story in William-Shunn guidelines. Please submit stories to *protected email* in RTF, DOC, or DOCX format. The ideal story length is no more than 5,000 words long. We’re seeking short stories from our very knowledgeable fans to expand our forthcoming volume.Īre you ready to carve a few runes of your own? Submission Details: But of course, who better knows the ins and outs of the world than our own fans? So today, Stoic is announcing a special open call. It will collect several old tales and a few new ones within the Banner Saga universe. In a few months, Stoic will be publishing an anthology of stories. Too hard to tell when the good guys have become the bad.įine, cut these sheep loose and watch your own asses, what do I care? All I want to do right now is get out of the damned streets.Note: The deadline has been extended to midnight UTC of December 16th. I can keep your flock safe, in the great hall. You've got some people who can fight, you've got your own varl. Look, I was in charge here before things went to crap. We're in more danger here than out there? He eyes Iver and shrugs with exaggeration, as if simply stating the obvious. At least three clans in here warring over turf and food, and the WORST are the god-forsaken varl! Soon as they heard dredge were coming, anyone who couldn't swing an axe got one to the head. Oh really? Think you mean hiding out in a grave. We heard he's hiding out in the great hall. The man orders his guards to get the doors closed again before more refugees notice. A man clad in black approaches as you step inside. You follow him back up to the gates, where they open the doors for you. Hey, free route into the city! Besides, if we wanted to take the cart by force, we would've done it earlier. After they've thrown their scraps to the refugees, you approach. "We'll make a deal unless they're looking for a fight." Early the next day, you spot another cart leaving the gates of the city. "Keep your sword down until we need it," you tell Iver. "I overheard from one woman that the city has been sending carts with food around," Oddleif tells you. Alette and Oddleif spend the day along with others in your caravan treating wounds, most of which came from the archers at the gates.
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