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2013-04-16, 01:47 PM (ISO 8601)
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Just realized this thread existed, and I am in complete agreement with its premise. Issue is, between University and the books I'm already reading, I don't know that I'll read everyone's snips! (Though I must say, Gareth, the praise is deserved. [but where does the blood go? it's only so much iron in content...])
I'll be back with a bit of story of my own, for your nit-picking pleasure; Background on a character that I can never seem to actually play..Using Iron Heart surge, I save against fiat. Succeeding that, I am now the DM. For my first act, I am banning the Tome of Battle. Any questions?
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2013-04-17, 04:03 PM (ISO 8601)
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As promised, part one of three (I think). A rough, if one cannot tell from the haste of production.
SpoilerHe looked down at the withered leaf in his hand, once red flesh curled and black. A roll of the thumb rendered it to dust. It was a poignant reminder. Focus, keep control.
Steps weighted with hunger brought the young man named Danzril Farrenson to the open gate of Halderburg. Long, wet days of highland travel had emptied his pack and dirtied his clothing, a typical traveling ensemble of tunic, breeches, thick boots, and heavy cloak. He stood neither remarkably tall nor short, but was thin to fault, with a well defined face framed by shocks of black hair.
Leaning heavily on a particular glaive- his only weapon- Dan approached the guards. Adventurers were as common as the Orcs they hunted this far north; he hoped common expectations would shield him from suspicion.
“Halt, stranger, and state your business in Halderburg,” a mailed guard regurgitated with practiced formality. The other stood aside, eyes resting with with an amused twinkle on this dirty traveler.
“I seek room and board, to rest and resupply. I fear I've come too far for what provisions I had.” In truth, he should have had some rations left, but a stray wolf had convinced him to part with some.
The guards simply stared. Oh, Hells.
“I have the coin to afford to my stay,” Danzril reported, producing two gold pieces from a pocket. He held them up for inspection with a nervous smile.
The second guard did more than look. Dan winced at the contact of the man's glove, but allowed the bribe to happen. He could afford the monetary loss much more than the consequences of attention.
“Welcome, traveler,” the first guard rehearsed, accepting one of the coins sidelong.
“Keep the peace, or we'll be keeping you,” the second elaborated with a chuckle.
The young man quickened into the town, passing between the massive iron-bound hardwood doors that formed the gate. His movement was obscured by the long shadows cast by the stone ramparts of the burg; the sun already danced among the treetops, its descent quickened by the season. Danzril was not unhappy to see it go. The steel cap on his glaive's end echoed against the cobbled street as he sought a place to stay. The scattered others spared him few glances.
A great multistory lodge bearing the fitting title “Wayfarer's Rest” presented itself. A dull clamor of voices was audible through shuttered windows, and the smell of roasting meat wafted out. With his aching body yearning at the promise of a bed, Dan found himself in no place to resit such temptation. He put hand to handle.
I hope one night's stay isn't too long.
Wherein nothing especial happens, and the author feels the scene is ill-set.Last edited by Malrone; 2013-04-17 at 04:03 PM.
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2013-05-06, 06:46 PM (ISO 8601)
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Took me longer than I'd hoped to finish up critique for everyone, but here it is finally!
@TheWombatOfDoom
SpoilerGeneral:
SpoilerI tripped over one of these stupid round things!
our parents will kill us if they find out we’re in here.
long oval corridors
Glass tubes glowed blue and hummed softly along the top of the corridor as electricity ran through them.
“Ryan, are you sure this is a good idea?” the blond haired boy whispered worriedly.
“Don’t get cold feet on me now, Darien,” Ryan called back.
Truth be told, both boys were quite nervous. Ryan decided to try and distract his friend from his sudden apprehensions. He turned around and smiled at Darien. “I can’t wait to see it, can you!? I can’t believe Larin is letting us see it!” Ryan needed no such distractions. He was too excited.
Ryan had seen a Kawe on the lightning plains, but he’d never gotten to physically be near one.
The only time Ryan had had this sort of excitement was the time he had snuck into Darien’s house in the middle of the night.
He glanced at a square-like chute as he passed by that was about eye level with him.
A moment or so later, he watched another go by as they slowly progressed along the tunnel.
He glanced back at Darien who was walking right behind him, following like a little puppy.
the fourth door he’d counted along the wall.
I hope, he thought inwardly.
He eyed the door wearily.
heavy looking
It was set into the wall so that it did not break the line of the wall.
Darien looked around in alarm with a giddy nervousness was plain on his face.
After a few moments the door opened and the face of an older girl with bright orange hair and gray eyes peeked out.
Larin stopped to read their faces. After a moment, she seemed to find what she was looking for.
conspiratory
The dome itself was carved from the same material as many of the buildings in Eron
hardened ash
Larin walked to one of the right hand entrances to the room and disappeared behind one of the round arches motioning for them to stay there.
This effort was quickly forgotten as awe took a firm hold, for the creature that was the subject of their adventure had emerged from the place their friend had gone into. Larin followed behind, holding a leather strap that was attached to a harness on the animal.
As he continued to remain in contact with the Kawe, Darien’s long hair began to stand on end. He looked at Ryan with a wide smile.
I’ve been charged to tend the Kawe
She seemed to be very proud of what she did.
They were outcasts among outcasts.
glassblowers
there were as many as seven
Each pen had another Kawe in it, eight in all.
“If you entered the tunnel you came through right now, you’d be fried,” said Larin dismissively. “And does it look like there’s anywhere to hide you here?”
if your caught or not
At the speed they were running it did not matter which – the contents were blurs quickly left behind.
chase scene
He had told them that they had not meant to cause so much trouble; they just wanted to see Draliss. He had flinched after this because he realized he had given away Larin by telling them that he knew the Kawe’s name.
disappeared down stairs going down.
The barrier of lightning that encircled the city
the constant barrage of electric.
Ryan wondered what had his ancestors had done to warrant such an extreme measure of confinement?
That is, if I manage to get free myself.
there is plenty of things
he didn’t even know how he was going to survive on his own.
He shuttered at the thought
And goodbye.
Conclusions:
This setting seems really, really cool. I love it conceptually, and I really hope you write more for us. Obviously the plot is just beginning, and I have to say I'm a little worried that we'll be leaving this cool city so soon, but hopefull we'll return eventually and/or get some scenes from Larin's perspective or something.
The big issue I take with this snippet is that it's somewhat locally disorganized, and overexposited pretty substantially. You get better toward the end as you get closer to the big reveal, and as I mentioned, the chase scene also works well. There are many places though, where your paragraphs have no cohesiveness--you seem to be trying to express two or three thoughts at once. Perhaps as a result of this, you tend to repeat yourself, even when the information doesn't need to be stated explicitly at all. I've pointed out some of the worst cases of this, but I suggest you go through and read it aloud (I know it's cliche but it works), especially the first half, to see where your awkward and repetitive phrases are. Again, I really hope there's more of this to come!
Mood:
SpoilerSince the piece is basically split into three acts, with decidedly different feels, that's how I'm going to split up my comments on the mood of the whole thing. I'm also listing what I think the intended mood of each passage is, so correct me if I'm wrong.
ACT I
Intended Mood: stealth, mischief, anticipation & wonder
The first thing that breaks my sense of this mood is the second line again, but it bothers me in a different way than it did before. In fact, the whole first dialogue falls into the conversation: there are no descriptions of how the text is spoken! As a result, as a reader I'm left to decipher the delivery (it's all whispered, as we find out later) from context. This is possible, but it doesn't come across well in a first reading, since these first lines are filled with exclamations.This is all easily fixed with a couple of narrative verbs couching the dialogue.
Some word choices stand out here and there, like "traveled" in the first full paragraph. You could replace this (and other out-of-place verbs, like "called" two paragraphs later) with something that more vividly depicts the mood you're going for (e.g. "crept").
The next thing that bugs me is the flashback exposition (starting with "Darien and Ryan had been friends for as far back as either could remember."). It completely destroys the tension that you're trying to build. Honestly, you could probably take the whole thing out, and be the better for it. Their relationship is de facto brotherhood, and all this paragraph does is confirm that.
The same goes for the construction flashback (starting with "The dome itself was carved from the same material...") as well, sort of. Granted, the tension has backed off a bit for now, but this is still kind of unnatural: we've moved on to excitement and wonder, and having Ryan (the closest voice we have to the narrator) stand around looking at the ceiling is kind of weird. Unfortunately, I'm not really sure where a better place to put this would be.
The moment with Darien's hair standing on end, and him smiling at his not-brother, remains the high point of this act for me. It communicates the sense of childish fun and wonder and we're-not-supposed-to-be-here-but-isn't-this-cool very well. Larin messing with the two boys about the Kawe's diet is good, too.
We drift into melancholy a little as we get Ryan's thoughts of home, which is fine since the act is about to close. The end of this act (which I'm calling at when Larin starts yelling) goes smoothly.
ACT II
Intended Mood: panic, exhilaration
I'd shorten Ryan's "quick study" of the mask to one line at most; he really doesn't have time to be inspecting it and therefore the narrator has no reason to spend time telling us about it. Just him realizing you can see out of them easily despite them looking opaque would be plenty.
I'd change "populated" to "crowded", since it's quicker and feels less scientific. Also, talking about whether doors are open or closed is still kind of weird. Trimming that down to just a bit about blurs of things through occasional doors would be good. You want your narration to be as fast-paced as the action it's describing, if possible. On that note, the RIGHT, LEFT, ETC works well.
When Darien starts falling behind, Ryan doesn't reach back to grab him and pull him along until quite a bit later, which surprised me. In fact, nothing is really made of his falling behind at all, which is unfortunate since the fact that he's younger and slower is an effective way to add tension.
"His adrenaline allowed him to increase his speed" is really stodgy. Don't talk about how he was able to do something: he's the hero! Talk instead about how he draws on a final desperate burst of energy and so on. If the heroes aren't given credit for being heroic, they don't come across that way! Besides, you want the narrative to keep mirroring the action: don't slow it down with big, cumbersome words when you're describing a mad dash for freedom! Likewise, when he recognizes his father, it's best if you leave "thinking" out of the equation: he couldn't have avoided the collision even if he'd wanted to, that's how fast he's going!
ACT III
Intended Mood: shame, forgiveness, inexperience, anticipation
You've put a lot of exposition in here, including your big reveal, and that's fine. You've got a lot of introspection, especially with regards to the immediate past and future, and that's good in a narrative sense as well as providing a good foundation for a relatively seamless exposition segment.
In fact, it's good bedding for all of the things you're looking to do here. It's the short, calm epilogue to the day's adventures, while looking ahead to the uncertainty of the future. Dad is well done and so is Ryan's internal monologue. The only big things I'd try to avoid is you've still got a couple of conspicuously overtechnical descriptions here and there, like when Dad turns out the light. Otherwise, this reads well.
Finally, some stats on your snippet, for fun and because I'm a nerd:
SpoilerCode:Total number of flags: 118 (Flags are for sentence length > 21 words, or two occurrences of an uncommon word < 17 words apart) ### Stats ### Character Count: 25439 Letter Count: 20111 Word Count: 4536 Sentence Count: 355 Average Sentence Length: 12.761 words Average Word Length: 4.551 characters Unique Words: 1168 Top Twenty Words: the (276), to (137), and (115), of (104), ryan (94), was (91), a (89), he (86), that (70), had (64), in (56), his (55), it (48), as (46), they (43), be (40), on (34), you (34), i (32), darien (32) Lexical Density: 25.7%
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SpoilerIt left his body with no blood whatsoever - though Laron could feel his life leaking from him, no hot wetness told him he was bleeding.
A rain of blows clove into his torso
His assailant left the room silently, leaving a greasy smear vaguely recognizable as human.
It took more than an hour for the Sons of Fenris to realize that their temple was under attack.
Chains made of rusty razors
Her broken bones rested in a neat pile next to the flesh.
They had barred the doors to prevent them being opened
When the dust cleared, they saw a fey woman.
The Sons of Fenris stared, dumbfounded. One of them managed to utter, "So what?"
a scream filled with fury, cutting through other sound as though it were, somehow, more real.
One, perhaps wiser than his fellow, pulled a small crossbow from his belt and fired a bolt through his own temple.
"I dedicate your death to Iron," the fey woman intoned before breaking his arms with a savage, inhumanly strong pair of twists.
It took him hours to die.
Five months later, an acolyte from another temple of Fenris was sent to investigate the Moontown branch on suspicions of anti-fey activity.
One thing I noticed, especially in the middle of the slaughter-montage, is that some of the deaths seem to be more appropriate for their victims than others (e.g. the high priest on his altar, and the cook). What sticks out in my mind is that the only two Brothers to get names (Redfang and Laron) seem to have conspicuously random forms of death, even though ostensibly they are the characters we know best. Is there a reason for this? I would expect these two to get "appropriate" deaths, if anyone does. Just my two cents. Great damn post.
And some stats on your snippet, because I'm a nerd:
SpoilerCode:Total number of flags: 32 (Flags are for sentence length > 21 words, or two occurrences of an uncommon word < 17 words apart) ### Stats ### Character Count: 6167 Letter Count: 4795 Word Count: 1100 Sentence Count: 73 Average Sentence Length: 14.822 words Average Word Length: 4.505 characters Unique Words: 466 Top Twenty Words: the (73), a (40), of (34), to (31), his (31), and (24), (18), her (18), in (17), was (16), with (15), through (13), * (12), he (10), that (9), woman (8), fenris (8), iron (8), him (8), she (8) Lexical Density: 42.4%
@PaperMustache
SpoilerComments:
SpoilerIt was a beautiful day outside. At least I figured it was based on how desperately my best friend wanted me to leave the library.
I asked without taking my eyes off the book I was reading.
Myaaaa
I sighed, closing the book, "fine."
He had on the black half-mask he wore to hide his identity at work
He must have just come home from work.
"Mya! I need to talk to you." My dad called. Sam shivered.
"Uh huh..." She lied.
"Mya." He smiled weakly, looking up at me, "sit, I have something I need to discuss with you."
"Because you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I understand why you have to keep secrets. I'm not a kid anymore."
"God's no, Mya. Not angry, mad.
"Like psychologically? Like you have a mental disorder? Because academically speaking-" he cut me off.
I've been fighting it for so long that the madness doesn't overtake me for years at a time. When it does, I sate it on the blood of monsters and animals and I find myself back to normal.
If you ever want children of your own, it's something you should take into account.
"That you love me? Of course. That you're a murderer? I'm having trouble internalizing that, yeah."
He chuckled darkly as they caught his attention, taunting them in their own language.
Were they their tribes primary defenders?
It was not the reserved chuckle of the man I knew. It was the wailing of a mad man harmonizing with the terrified screams of his victims.
"You should just run away! While you still can. Just get out of here." I pleaded.
Seconds ago it had been a threat. Now it was a corpse, an inanimate object. I did that.
My dad swung the sword in some sort of addled rage, but I killed it by making it unable to fight back.
"And so the monster is kept in check another day." He muttered, looking miserable.
I collapsed into his arms. Hopefully that was reassuring.
the flesh and scales would be consumed an give sustenance to mold and fungus.
They would be ripped apart by mountain cats, or wolves. That seemed a pity for the mold and fungus.
"Oh my gods I knew that the peripheral nervous system of reptilian humanoid species remained sensitive to stimuli up until approximately two hours after it's death, but I didn't expect it to actually move!"
like an interesting bird who was about to fly away.
I need...I need to hit something." I decided aloud.
"I'm just going to go see Inara."
"Oh. Well, give your sister my love."
And some stats on your snippet, because I'm a nerd:
SpoilerCode:Total number of flags: 43 (Flags are for sentence length > 21 words, or two occurrences of an uncommon word < 17 words apart) ### Stats ### Character Count: 13752 Letter Count: 10366 Word Count: 2541 Sentence Count: 292 Average Sentence Length: 8.702 words Average Word Length: 4.300 characters Unique Words: 771 Top Twenty Words: i (134), the (94), to (91), a (60), it (55), and (54), he (53), my (50), you (50), was (47), me (41), of (39), hi (37), in (26), at (23), for (22), that (20), had (20), dad (17), with (17) Lexical Density: 30.3%
@Malrone
Welcome to the thread! I feel ya on the "character I never get to play" thing. If you'd like specific kinds of critique at any point, just ask!
I know, right??
On to the comments!
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SpoilerHe looked down at the withered leaf in his hand, once red flesh curled and black. A roll of the thumb rendered it to dust. It was a poignant reminder. Focus, keep control.
Adventurers were as common as the Orcs they hunted this far north; he hoped common expectations would shield him from suspicion.
The other stood aside, eyes resting with with an amused twinkle on this dirty traveler.
The second guard did more than look. Dan winced at the contact of the man's glove, but allowed the bribe to happen.
Okay, I'm over it. Also, "allowed the bribe to happen is pretty damn funny in this context. :Smallbiggrin:
He put hand to handle.
I hope one night's stay isn't too long.
And some stats on your snippet, just because I'm a nerd:
SpoilerCode:Total number of flags: 3 (Flags are for sentence length > 21 words, or two occurrences of an uncommon word < 17 words apart) ### Stats ### Character Count: 2614 Letter Count: 2073 Word Count: 446 Sentence Count: 33 Average Sentence Length: 13.455 words Average Word Length: 4.780 characters Unique Words: 282 Top Twenty Words: the (35), a (17), to (12), of (12), with (9), he (8), his (7), and (7), was (5), by (4), it (4), in (4), had (3), him (3), dan (3), danzril (3), on (3), guard (3), long (3), but (3) Lexical Density: 63.2%
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2013-05-07, 12:16 AM (ISO 8601)
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W/R/T Nail - Think of the blood as...a tribute, to Iron. It's an offering claimed by the blades - Shame & Blame - that Nail uses.
As far as the ending scene, the implication was actually supposed to be that she tortures the poor fool to death. I didn't want to go into too much detail because, well, these aren't the boards for that.
Last, but not least - Brothers Laron and Redfang were named in an effort to humanize them right before their deaths. The other deaths - the cook, the high priest - were engineered by Nail to inflict terror rather than out of any real sense of karmic justice.
Thank you guys so much for the critiques, deeply appreciated ^_^ Any takers on my challenge yet?
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Just an FYI, I tried clicking on my links to my snippets in the OP, and neither link worked. I checked the code, and it looked right...perhaps the link itself needs to be recopied and pasted? I have to do that sometimes. I hope there aren't more like me, but others should check too.
Also, thank you for the critque! I'll edit it and see if I can get out all those head beatings. A habit I need to work on, I guess. I very much appreciate the point out. I'll likely miss some on my first rewrite, but I'll do my best. How in the future can I watch out for this in my writing? Also, I had a question, but I best PM you with it.Scientific Name: Wombous apocolypticus | Diet: Apocolypse Pie | Cuddly: Yes
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2013-05-07, 08:46 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: link issues: Looks like that happened to all the links I added on my most recent update; I didn't use the same procedure that I usually do and it looks like google drive added some mysterious "xn--http-fb7a" junk to the beginnings of the links. I'll go fix it now; let me know if you find any that are still broken. Thanks for alerting me!
As far as how you can look out for head-beatings? ...I'm not certain. I'll give it some thought at lunch today (and I'll respond to your PM shortly!)
ALSO @challenge I'll be writing something up for this in the next couple of days. In an effort to actually post it, I'm not going to be worrying too much about polish
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Out of curiosity Bwaa/others, how interested would you be in reading the PbP where I'm actually playing Nail? The Moontown Massacre was a backstory event that I wrote here out of, well, a need to write.
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@ Challenge: I might as well take on the challenge, but I'm not exactly sure what constitutes a game I can use. There's games like bioshock and halflife where things happen to the player sometimes without much explaination, or the character does things yo make him do (like habitually check every nook and cranny for items) and I could put the thought process in behind it? Some more narritive based things like Dead Space, perhaps not, but skyrim even with plot aspects there's a lot of not plot things you could write about.
@ Gareth - I may be interested...how many players? Generally when there's a lot, it becomes slow going to read.
@ The Doctor (of Bwaa) - Glad to help. Just glad I checked! I'll keep an eye out for the message.Last edited by TheWombatOfDoom; 2013-05-07 at 09:02 AM.
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The game runs sorta like an MMO; that is, while there are other players/characters, Nail's story is just between me and the GM and as a result should be remarkably clean and easy to read. In fact:
Nail's thread
Setting information
Overall game forum
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I love reading PbP! I'd definitely read that.
EDIT: swordsages everywhereLast edited by Dr Bwaa; 2013-05-07 at 09:23 AM.
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Last edited by TheWombatOfDoom; 2013-05-07 at 12:42 PM.
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With an improved (I hope) style to boot.
Another Realm
SpoilerI blacked out from a sudden gut wound in the sunny desert, and awake with no pains in what might be the same desert.
But the sky above is like nothing I've ever seen, or even heard of. It...defies description. After a few moments, I realize that whatever is up there is beyond the ability of my senses to perceive. Being reliant on my magical senses, finding myself in a local where the ambient magic is something my mind can't make sense of should be reason for concern.
But honestly, by now it's just what I've come to expect from this whole mess.
After considering this however, I note several troubling details:
First, this is not the desert we were in. In ways I can't explain, this place is darker and colder, despite the spells that let me see through shadows.
Second, my compatriots did not move me, nor is Jessica the reason I have no wounds. If they were, they would have been speaking by now.
Third, the tower we did not find in the desert is here. It is marked with the signs of a tower held by devils.
Fourth, tying these concerns together, is my person. I do not sense the various magics in my usual equipment anywhere near me. What I'm wearing is resembles the rune-scribed leather armor I had been wearing. It was something else, though. I didn't feel the weight that it should have, nor the magic-repelling enchantment it had had. Of course, the enchantment hadn't been any use anyway. My flesh, under that...wasn't quite flesh.
In short, I have become a ghost.
Sitting up, I see that Kol is here as well, and a little girl I don't recognize. She is a ghost as well, though different than us in that her eyes are solid black. That may be a bad sign...On the other hand, I know that I probably look worse when my magics are active.
"Hello" she says. "You're very strange. Have you been dead before?"
"No" Kol replies tersely.
"Ah...after a fashion?" I say. Kol gives me an odd look at that, but doesn't comment. The girl, meanwhile, nods to herself as if that answers her question.
I take a moment to make sure my spells are active while she speaks again.
"My name is Ethereal. You're in danger, you know."
Kol starts grumbling. "We wouldn't be if we had our weapons. Where are they, anyway?"
I close my eyes for a moment, making sure the 'Beguiling Influence' I had cast on my material self still worked. Thankfully, it did. Getting this weird girl to tell me what I wanted to know should be simple with that. "If I had to guess, next to our corpses in the Material Realm. Ethereal, can you help us get our gear back, or back to our realm? Maybe help us find the being that guards this tower?"
She considers that for a moment, then nods. "I guard the tower. And I can get your equipment back. But you need to do something for me first. I want you to kill some ghost eaters. But first, you need to get to the city, or they'll be too much for you. The city is that way." She points to the horizon, where I see something in the distance that must be what she was referring to. "Make sure you get there before nightfall." With that, she vanishes.
Kol glares at the spot where she had been for a moment, then shakes his head. "We may as well get going, I guess. But...wait a minute."
He hovers into the air a bit.
"I can fly now!"
I start toward the city, not much concerned.
"Well, you're a soul right now, not a body. It isn't that surprising. Useful, though."
We float along for several hours, before noticing that the area is getting darker. There wasn't any visible light source to begin with, but the area we can see is shrinking.
Then Kol suddenly tells me he can hear a noise. We try to get around the creatures making it, to no avail. The things surround us. Ugly things, grayish-blue lumbs of ghostly matter. Four clumsy, stumpy legs hold them up. Almost the entire body is the mouth.
Kol and I glance at each other.
"Kalach...you know I can't fight these things unarmed. Can you?"
"Yes. Yes, I can. But we need to keep moving. I can hurt them, but I don't relish the idea of trying to fight them alone."
So we head for the city, thanks to Kol's unerring sense of direction. Thankfully, we're faster, and they don't follow well when we adjust our flight trajectory. I have to admit, Kol is a fast learner. I wonder if it might be because I had to get the magic right, as well as learn to use it? No matter.
We reach the city gates, and guards usher us inside. They are armed, so Kol and I agree to take a short rest before seeking an armorer.
We still have the strange girl's 'request' to fulfill. Then convince her to open the tower, and reach the pedestal room. Then I have to get the party to let me explain what's really happening, and deal with their reactions...
Being a ghost is the least of my problems right now. I have no need of sleep as a ghost, but here in the city I can rest a little while. Just for a few hours...
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Well, it has been ages. I got into a writers funk a couple months back, and it has taken me a while to snap out of it.
I return to you with a new story! I am actually part of the same multi-party pbp that Lord_Gareth is in. This story is aboot my character, Tucker Aurelius.
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The fist connected with Tucker’s face. It drove forward with all the anger and rage of the man behind it. The sheer force of the blow could snap wood, bend steel, and turn brick into powder. The power behind it was unrivaled, unmatched, and unable to be withstood. The might of that punch could destroy cowards, and lay low even the bravest of souls. It was a fist of doom, of hate, of CARNAGE INCARNATE.
In short, it was the kind of fist Tuck’s face was used to being introduced to. This punch came lightning fast, and the moment before it landed, he leapt backwards, rolling with the blow, and tumbling back up onto his feet about ten feet away. The boy straightened his now bent glasses, and turned his eyes to his opponent.
It was a drunkard.
A Troll drunkard.
With a mechanical arm.
The Troll before him was scowling angrily. As the brute grinded its teeth, the steam joints of its incredibly deadly prosthetic screamed and whistled, like a catcaller being attacked by an attractive dragoness. The Troll plucked up a nearby table and crushed it in the grip of its mechanical fist. The table shattered like the hopes and dreams of a glass vase that had been smashed by a hammer with the words “NO SOIL FOR YOU” embossed on its striking surface.
Tucker, the Boy-Knight, was unfazed by the show of force. He called out to his attacker.
“I must say, good sir, why exactly did you strike me? Surely you do not wish to fight someone of my power, do you?”
The Troll laughed, its deep voice rattling the foundation of the now abandoned tavern the two of them found themselves in. “I could crush you in an instant, and you question me? Who the hell do you think you are, little man?”
Tucker puffed out his chest, and broadened his narrow shoulders. “I am Tucker McFinneywidgen Aurelius, Knight Errant.” Tucker challenged, drawing his ornate rapier from its worn leather sheath. “And you, good sir, are nothing but a common ruffian!”
The Troll burst out laughing.
“Seriously? What kind of idiot are you, pointing that toothpick at me? You think that that qualifies as a weapon?” The Troll's fist began to rotate, gears and pistons beginning to activate. In a matter of seconds, the brute's mechanical hand had transformed into an arm-mounted cannon.
“THIS IS A WEAPON,” he roared.
Tucker raised an eyebrow, smirking at the contraption.
In an earsplitting blast, the cannon fired. It launched forth a cloud of smoke as black as a moonless night. Punching through the cloud was a lead sphere the size of a man’s head. The sphere was glowing bright red, pulsating with fiery energies.
Tucker’s blade shot up, faster than lighting, and with practiced ease, he sliced the burning projectile in two. The two glowing hot halves sliced through the air on either side of the Boy Knight's narrow frame, and obliterated the wall behind him, creating an opening to the busy street right outside. Passersby scattered, trying to avoid the rubble launched into the air. Most made it out unscathed. Others, however, were not so lucky.
Tucker looked upon the devastation with despair. Gods damn it, he thought. Why did I block that shell? If it had hit me, all of these people would still be safe. Idiot, idiot, idiot! In his momentary outrage, he had let his guard down. He felt an iron grip close around his torso, and the Troll growled in his ear. “Nice trick, boy. Let me show you one of mine.”
Tucker was flung end over end through the air, smashing into a wall on the opposite side of the street. He slid down the wall slowly, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He stood up, clutching his rapier with one hand, and his side with the other. He felt his side, wincing as broken ribs shifted under his skin. He wiped the blood from his face, and looked to the tavern.
The Troll was stepping through the hole made by his massive attack, his mechanical arm transformed into a cannon once more. Tuck stared daggers at him.
“You BRUTE!” The Boy Knight shouted. “Look at what you have done! All these people, injured, some even dead! How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!” Tucker's eyes began to glow with an inner blue light. An orange aura formed around his rapier, and his body was engulfed in a bright blue aura. The Troll looked on in astonishment as the Boy Knight vanished into the aura. Then, with a roar of primal rage, the aura began to change shape.
The Troll backed away in fear as a colossal tiger, twenty five feet from its massive jaws, to the end of its orange striped tail. The tiger seemed to be glowing from the inside, and a piercing blue light shone from its eyes and mouth. A faint silhouette of a bespectacled warrior appeared in the beasts muscular chest, body bent back in a silent scream.
With a roar like thunder, the tiger leapt into the air, pouncing on the Troll. The last thing the brute ever saw were the monsters eyes, glowing with a blinding light.
PS, Lord_Gareth, I love reading your pbp. Nail is awesome!Last edited by Kymme; 2013-05-07 at 09:36 PM.
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And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
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Well, first of all, I really like how Nail has this almost unspoken air about her. Your descriptions and the general way that you write her conveys that she has had quite the eventful past, and I also like how she has such a wide range of emotions. She is a very confident person, and the way she holds herself is pretty awesome.
Now, I have no idea whether or not I am the only person who reads the other stories on that forum. Do you have any thoughts on Tucker's characterization, or my writing style? Feel free to critique if you like, I am a bit rusty. ha punsLast edited by Kymme; 2013-05-07 at 11:06 PM.
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and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.
And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
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...Huh. I don't suppose you could provide any examples of the things that make you feel that way?
Now, I have no idea whether or not I am the only person who reads the other stories on that forum. Do you have any thoughts on Tucker's characterization, or my writing style? Feel free to critique if you like, I am a bit rusty. ha puns
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I sure can!
From your most recent post:
"I have no objection to your basic streetwalker but I doubt they treat the girls under their so-called care with any kind of respect, dignity, or class. At a guess, you can identify a few pimps for me. I'll make a side project out of feeding them their own spinal shavings for you."
Than causal kind of threat conveys that Nail has immense confidence, which is really cool to see. It means that she must consider herself orders of magnitude more powerful than the pimps she is talking about. I could show you more examples, if needed.
I get what you mean. His current behavior is pretty over the top silly. In the last couple of posts I have been trying to show more of a serious side of him, but to be honest, he is still very much a child. He still has to grow up, and I think that over the course of the pbp, he will.~The meteorite is the source of the light, and the meteor's just what we see,
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.
And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
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Hi all. I came across this thread earlier today at work, and I realized that I had actually been writing snippets of old campaigns for a while now. Nothing serious, or possibly even coherent, but that's pretty par for the course for me.
What I have right now is a snippet about a character of mine, Tiandra "Temperance" Valsimar. An ex-assassin that only really became ex once the order she was a part of tried to kill her as the patsy for another assassination. A sort of "Hey look! A scapegoat!" sort of thing. This is a sort of recap of her first adventure, and her impression of the party as it was at the start.
And now, the moment you've all (maybe) been waiting for...
SpoilerNighttime. People feared it. The so-called realm of demons, devils, and every imaginable horror that the human mind could conceive of. Even then some failed to go far enough in their flights of fancy. They were all fools, in her opinion. More afraid of a fantastical beast come to devour them in their dreams than a simple, mundane knife wielded by a simple, mundane half-breed elf. She found the dark hours to be more inviting than the daytime, with everything illuminated in blazing light and the frenzied bustle of the common folk going about their lives. The night was peaceful, calm. All things seemed to move with more languor, taking their time instead of rushing to and fro like a metronome set to a high tempo.
This night, however, had proven to be completely different than most.
Earlier events played out in her mind as she crept along the wall of what appeared to be the town's church. It certainly didn't seem a very holy site to her any longer, but she was never much a devotee to the gods in the first place. The job had gone smoothly, almost too much so with her taking advantage of a distraction unwittingly provided by a... monster hunter, she called herself, and her companion. It made her uneasy when assassination was this simple. The guards had proven to be ridiculously easy to avoid, and the kill itself had gone perfectly, with the victim being unaware of his fate and experiencing no pain, no fear. She left her calling card, the Wheel of Fortune tarot, took the required vial of blood, and escaped out the window.
That's when everything went to hell, she thought with a wry grin.
Her employer, upon receiving the news the job had been completed and the vial of blood, had transformed into some demonic... thing. Temperance hadn't guessed, but that vial of blood which struck her as an amateurish and unnecessary triviality at first had an importance that was far beyond her expectation. If she made it out alive, she certainly wasn't going to break so many of her rules about her job again. Not without guaranteed hazard pay up front, at least.
She had managed to survive the encounter, but only with the help of the monster hunter she'd seen before and several others. The two who seemed to be an aspiring knight and his squire were simultaneously the most intriguing and the most irritating people she had met thus far. Even the overly cheerful machine didn't annoy her as much as the untarnished idealism that the younger of the pair possessed. All this nonsense about "duty" and "honor." Ideals were all well and good, but in her world, they only served to make you a target to those that didn't believe in the same things. She'd taken too many jobs to silence someone on the opposite side of a moral battlefield to believe any differently.
And yet he still lives, her mind interjected. So now what? Do you think he hasn't run afoul of anyone that would employ you? Doubtful. He's loud and apparently straightforward. Perhaps his brother pulls him out of the trouble he gets in? Possibly. Even so, you have to admit they aren't driven by the same things you are. So what will you do now? You aren't bound by oaths to your order anymore, you've got no job, no employer, and nowhere to go until you're contacted again. Besides, you owe them at least some debt. Without them you'd be a corpse on that altar right now.
Quelling her inner dialogue, she approached the corner of the church, peering around to see if the coast was clear so she could make her escape. Her current run of luck held true, however, as there were a squad of several undead creatures and what appeared to be a necromancer waiting for anyone to come out of the front door of the church. With an inward groan she turned back, pried a board loose from a window, and re-entered the church where the whole lot of them were still waiting.
"I thought you were leaving," the squire said, gesturing toward the back entrance.
"I was, but plans change. If you want to survive, you might want to hear me out," she replied, no hint of emotion in her voice.
"Why should we trust you? You won't even tell us what you were doing here in the first place!"
"As I said before, the less you know about me and the work I do, the safer it is for you. The only thing you need know is that we both want to survive this night, and if we waste too much time, that might not be possible."Last edited by Perkinz; 2013-05-09 at 01:57 AM. Reason: Keep noticing small improvements that can be made.
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Response to my critique! It's ready for second review, if anyone wants to read it through last page.
SpoilerAlright, so, after going over my snippet very thoroughly, I believe I have a much better draft. As a preface, quite a few things I'd picked up after I'd posted, and have been waiting to fix, like some stupid dangling words from fixing or combining sentences, or for getting distracted and having disjointed thoughts. Most of that I believe I've taken care of now. Now I'll do a top to bottom approach of what's been changed and how I took you advice. Perhaps not in the order I did my fixes...but still...
To start, I changed the beginning a bit. I'd originally started it this way to give the impression of voices coming out of the darkness. As you've described, instead it was just voices with no information, because there were no details describing that, and I see that now. I guess it was a circumstance where I saw it in my head but it wasn't portrayed in my writing. I also added details to make later details more clear, and to break up what I wanted to describe in a more gradual way.
I've made significant rewrites to a lot of things to avoid over expository, so if I still have a prevalent amount, please let me know. In my overview, I also found instances where I repeated information almost verbatim to what I'd said earlier in the snippet. My apologies.
I also tried to make the mood a bit more using "searching" instead of "looking" and various other small things in the first act. Good advice there for sure.
Got rid of expositions that didn't directly apply to the focus, or manipulated them into meshing better into the snippet. I think you'll find a much better flow. Example - hardened ash. The only one I'm unsure of is the glassblowers paragraph you complimented. Let me know if it flows alright.
Adding more content certainly helped me explore the characters better, which was nice all around.
I also implemented some magic, since I kept mentioning it. It also helped me attach a little more content to the chase to make Darien's fatigue become more of a focus, and so I think it's better for it. The only drawback I see is that it extends the approach of the lab workers in the stables a bit, and I wasn't sure about making it a little longer, since its supposed to be a quick period. I tried to be conservative with description to counter act that. Still, I'm glad I added it, it gave me more to use to tie this chapter with later ones. You'll see why.
I also tried to clarify the fact that Ryan and Darien's disability (no magic) is a very rare thing in Eron a little more, to assist with later entries. This is going to be an important point, and I figured it made things consistant. I realized I can still have a big reveal even if I disclose elements of the reveal. You'll see what I'm talking about when I've submitted more.
I'm glad the exposition worked well in the third act. I feel pleased about it, because having that kind of thing at the beginning would likely be less enthralling. I want to keep the reader's attention before giving too much description, even if the information is interesting. Content is much better when served with context for appetizers.
I've also fixed some confusing aspects of Ryan's inner monolouge, particularly with his anxiety about leaving. It should make more sense now.
So! Let me know if I let my characters actually do things! And I hope it looks a lot better. I think it does, so that's something. Lastly, don't worry. This isn't your last look at Eron. I'm glad you like the setting so much!Last edited by TheWombatOfDoom; 2013-05-09 at 11:11 AM.
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Fourth page? Unprecedented! Must be fixed!
Kymme:
Hah. I like Tucker already.
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Interesting. Seems an awfully indirect trap to spring, especially on someone whose skillset values getting out of a place quickly...
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Not sure what trap you're referring to. If it was the transformation, the blood was presented to her as a method to prove the job was done. She felt it was trivial but a necessary part of getting her pay for the job, which she really needed since leaving her assassin order and having little way to make legitimate money, and she didn't really question if it could be used in a transformation ritual.
The necromancer and zombies were aftereffects of something. The party just wasn't sure about what yet.Last edited by Perkinz; 2013-05-26 at 01:14 AM.
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Guess who didn't disappear forever? It's me. I lost the only other programmer who works on the same stuff as me, so I suddenly got a whole bunch more to do. But I'm still here! I've got a snippet of my own coming as well, but for now, here are some comments (my apologies; it'll be a little less robust than usual).
@Winds
SpoilerI blacked out from a sudden gut wound in the sunny desert, and awake with no pains in what might be the same desert.
beyond the ability of my senses to perceive. Being reliant on my magical senses
If they were, they would have been speaking by now.
What I'm wearing is resembles
It was something else, though. I didn't feel the weight that it should have, nor the magic-repelling enchantment it had had. Of course, the enchantment hadn't been any use anyway. My flesh, under that...wasn't quite flesh.
In short, I have become a ghost.
"Hello" she says. "You're very strange. Have you been dead before?"
"No" Kol replies tersely.
"Ah...after a fashion?" I say.
My name is Ethereal.
I have to admit, Kol is a fast learner. I wonder if it might be because I had to get the magic right, as well as learn to use it? No matter.
I have no need of sleep as a ghost, but here in the city I can rest a little while. Just for a few hours...
@Kymme
SpoilerThe power behind it was unrivaled, unmatched, and unable to be withstood.
The might of that punch could destroy cowards
This punch came lightning fast
It was a drunkard.
A Troll drunkard.
With a mechanical arm.
incredibly deadly prosthetic
like a catcaller being attacked by an attractive dragoness.
The table shattered like the hopes and dreams of a glass vase that had been smashed by a hammer with the words “NO SOIL FOR YOU” embossed on its striking surface.
Tucker puffed out his chest, and broadened his narrow shoulders. “I am Tucker McFinneywidgen Aurelius, Knight Errant.” Tucker challenged, drawing his ornate rapier from its worn leather sheath. “And you, good sir, are nothing but a common ruffian!”
Most made it out unscathed. Others, however, were not so lucky.
“You BRUTE!” The Boy Knight shouted.
An orange aura formed around his rapier, and his body was engulfed in a bright blue aura. The Troll looked on in astonishment as the Boy Knight vanished into the aura. Then, with a roar of primal rage, the aura began to change shape.
The last thing the brute ever saw were the monsters eyes, glowing with a blinding light.
Great snippet; very enjoyable I hope you're back for good??
@Perkinz
SpoilerThis night, however, had proven to be completely different than most.
The two who seemed to be an aspiring knight and his squire were simultaneously the most intriguing and the most irritating people she had met thus far.
the overly cheerful machine
"As I said before, the less you know about me and the work I do, the safer it is for you. The only thing you need know is that we both want to survive this night, and if we waste too much time, that might not be possible."
@Wombat
SpoilerMuch improved! This draft is definitely far more polished than the last; and it flows much better. Very good stuff! I don't think the changes you made to the chase scene detract from the energy of the passage at all; this is definitely a very strong revision on the whole.
I'm also still working on your other stuff, I promise!
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As a matter of fact, I've begun a challenge of my own! I'm posting a writing every day, for pretty much ever. Today is day 17.
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and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.
And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
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One step at a time with the prose, as ever.
As far as the one thing that confused you, Kalach has a flight spell as part of his standard array of buffs. I probably mentioned it earlier. Probably.
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This is about half of what I intended to write, but it's very late now, so I figure I might as well post it now because if I wait for morning I'll probably decide that it's dumb and delete it. So yeah, it doesn't have much of an actual... point yet. But it's got some exposition. Hopefully I'll get around to finishing it up tomorrow.
SpoilerThe sun rose, dispelling warm sleep with cold light. Anjer rose with a start, feeling the dream slip out of his head even as he sat up to rub his eyes. No great loss there; he remembered enough to fill in the blanks, another vision of empty spaces and endless walking and inexplicable, constant tension that never quite went away and left him more tired than the night before.
The barn had provided decent shelter and warmth for the night, and the owner had even thrown in most a loaf of bread for a copper piece. The smell was nothing he wasn't used to. It almost reminded him of home, in a pathetic sort of way.
It was lucky that he'd been accepted at all, really; as much as it was considered bad luck to harass a petitioner, it was even worse to offer them any kind of aid. Anjer got the feeling that this particular home had a habit of quietly overlooking that restriction, though. The farmer hadn't mentioned his destination, but had given him a vaguely pitying look anyway.
By the time the farmer was in for his morning chores, Anjer was already up and leaving. The man was kind enough to have brought him out half a potato, which Anjer accepted gratefully. His pack was more or less empty, by now, although with luck he could make it to the White Palace by nightfall. He'd intentionally arranged it so that there was nothing for the trip home; an insurance, of sorts, in case his determination failed. The point of no return had been passed long ago.
The road soon stretched before him once again, hills disappearing under his feet one by one as the hours ticked monotonously away. He would have welcomed an encounter, by now, even with the risk of being robbed. But there were few travelers this close to the Palace, of course, let alone bandits. People stayed far away, if they were smart. He wondered, idly, what that made him.
The mountain was in sight by the time the sun was starting to slide down the horizon. True to the stories he'd heard, it stuck out like a sore thumb, ominously out of place among the gentle hills of the area. One could almost trace out the edges where the black stone had erupted from the ground so long ago, and even the soil and grass that had slowly started to creep up the base couldn't quite mask the unnatural severity of the structure. Seeing it in person, it wasn't hard to believe that it had been summoned from some incredible feat of magic so many years ago.
A splash of white atop a particularly harsh cliff face was the only sign of his goal. The White Palace, where fewer than one in a hundred petitioners was said to ever leave alive. In his weaker moments, he'd imagined that coming here was the worst choice he could possibly have made, except for all the other equally terrible options. Working for his older brother wasn't a particularly appealing option, but it was starting to seem rather tempting in comparison to dying on some desolate rock face.
Anjer allowed himself a few minutes to rest at the base, eating the last few crumbs of food from his pack. But he had to move before dark, and waiting for morning would only ensure that he had less energy to make the climb. It was now or never, then.Last edited by Eurus; 2013-07-03 at 12:27 PM.
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So I totally read and fixed my old snippet according the your critiques a couple months ago, but somehow didn't respond to them on here...that was pretty rude of me. Thank you so much. Here's the second part.
Need to Move
SpoilerI ran to my sister's house in a haze, stumbling through the cobblestone streets of Driscol at sun down. I passed stone buildings, houses, businesses, the temple of Sarenrae where I had promised to meet Sam. Every person I passed seemed a potential threat, every stray cat an assailant with a poison tipped arrow. My home was suddenly terrifying, but when I was a child I walked these streets without fear. It was either out of childish bravery or because I knew my dad was usually watching me, scrying from a little silver mirror in the library.
"Hi, Dad." I muttered reflexively as I always did when I thought he might be watching. Then I shivered, remembering what I was running from.
I was panting and in a sweat by the time I reached my sister's house. There were no lights on inside and I worried that perhaps she had already left on another adventure. I pounded on the door angrily. Didn't she know I needed her?!
Mercifully, a light inside answered me and my sister appeared in the doorway. She was sweaty and panting from training. Her long brown hair hang in greasy tangles, but her eyes were ever calm. Eerily neutral, made more so by their shocking blue color. I was used to it. My sister's training involved complete control of her emotions. It usually took her a minute to focus and find the right one.
"Mya." She stated in monotone before expression returned to her face, a surprised smile. "Mya! Hey. What are you doing here? It's getting late."
"Hey, sis!" I said with a no doubt unstable looking grin. "Remember that one time when we were kids when you offered to teach me swordplay?"
"I remember a few times." She replied, looking worried. "I also remember you insisting that a mighty wizard did not sully his hands with the barbarism of combat."
"And then you said I was a sorcerer..."
"And a girl!"
"So I got really mad and hit you. Then Dad got really mad at me, lectured me about never hurting my sister, and grounded me for a month. Speaking of hurting things, can I come in?"
"Uh...you don't look so well, sis." She opened the door wider and I hurried past her, heading to the back room where she kept her training equipment. "You want me to make you some tea?"
"No, I'm taking you up on that training offer." I called over my shoulder.
She jogged to keep up with me, leading me into her training room. A wide space with a floor length mirror to cover the back wall. Five wooden training dummies lined the wall adjacent to the entrance, and on it's opposite a wide array of weaponry. My sister sighed and tossed me a wooden training sword.
"Alright, get into position." She demonstrated a simple fighting stance.
I tried to copy it, but the look she gave told me I was somehow doing it wrong. I gave an impatient sigh and tried to move my feet closer together, thinking maybe that was what she wanted.
"Uh...a little wider. Feet apart like me." She offered, demonstrating exactly what I thought I was already doing.
I spread my legs comically too far, feeling my muscles protest.
"There. Just like that." She encouraged. She had to be joking. "Alright, we'll start off with a few basic swings. Like this." She swung her blade and took a step forward so that it connected with mine with a cathartic clack. She stepped back. "See how I keep the stance? Now you try."
I jumped forward and brought the blade down as fast as I could and was rewarded with a louder, more satisfying crack.
"No, look at your feet. You need to keep a deep stance." She tapped my feet, trying to guide them apart. "Try again.
I jumped forward again, hitting as hard as I could. The sound of wood on wood was wonderful and distracting.
"You know if you just want to hit something, we can spar I guess. You won't learn anything though." She reprimanded.
I took it as an invitation, swinging the blade over and over again, backwards and forwards, just to hear the comforting sound of impact.
Inara looked concerned as she blocked my attacks. "This is about Dad, isn't it? He told you."
"Told me what?" I growled, swinging again harder.
"About his..." She parried, searching for a polite word. "Condition."
"You knew?" I struck clumsily with the back swing instead of resetting the sword.
"Mom told me about a month ago. She was really stressed." She stepped out of the way of my attack easily.
"Well no one told me." I huffed.
"He wanted to tell you himself. You always were his favorite." I caught a twinge if jealousy that made me want to slap her. I swung high, aiming for her cheek.
She brought her blade up to catch it in surprise. "Well I don't see the big deal. I kill monsters all the time. I get paid for it!"
"It wasn't the same." Thinking about it made my heart pump faster and I swung again to relieve the energy.
She dodged it again. "Well you've never liked fighting...until now apparently. You sure you aren't over reacting?"
I bristled. "I am going to slaughter your wife and your children." I muttered quietly.
"What?"
I lashed out, quoting my father's taunts. "I am going to make them watch you die! They will know that you failed them before I tear their eyes from their skulls. The taste of their own blood will be the last thing they ever know!" I struck over and over again, screaming threats. Inara blocked them all, letting the clatter of wood on wood echo in the room. I finally dropped the blade and sunk to my knees, exhausted and whimpering. Tears filled my eyes as Inara pulled me into her lap.
"Shh, little sister. It's okay." She whispered, stroking my hair.
"And then I killed one." I mumbled.
"You did?"
"It was going to hurt him and...and it was my dad. I couldn't let him get hurt."
She rocked me back and forth. "You saved Dad. That isn't a bad thing."
I clung to my sister and cried for a long time. I cried for my father and the pain he must have felt for needing to kill. I cried for the kobold that I killed. I cried because I was confused. I cried because I didn't want to cry any more.
"I need to move." I muttered quietly. "I can't stay here."
"Mya, I think you should go home and rest."
"No!" I said quickly. "I have to move! I need a project...a distraction."
"Mya, you aren't making any sense."
"When are you leaving?"
"Uh...day after tomorrow."
"For where?"
"Tel'dorsil. The elven city in the north. It's kind of a vacation. We're going to pick up jobs on the way and try to make it for their big summer festival."
"Elves...that's where mom's parents are from. Right?" I asked thoughtfully.
"Yeah."
"The brotherhood doesn't have any contacts there...it's completely dark." I got up and started pacing.
"How do you know that? You never joined."
"Because I've done independent work for them, and because I read all of dads papers when he thinks I think he isn't looking."
"When he thinks...you think?"
"He's the leader of the single largest and best equipped information network on this continent. Of course he's looking, and of course he knows I know he's looking. But as long as I don't let on that I know, I'm sort of pseudo-allowed to read his stuff."
She blinked in confusion.
"Because if he officially knew he'd have to kill me? It's in the charter."
"The charter that you aren't allowed to read."
"Officially. Yes, but that doesn't matter any more."
"It doesn't?"
"No, because I'm going to join the Brotherhood and establish contacts within Tel'dorsil."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I need to move!" I explained for what seemed like the millionth time.
"So you're coming with us."
"If you'll have me."
She sighed. "I've been trying to get you out of this city...hell, out of that library your entire life. Of course you're welcome."
I kissed her forehead. "Thanks, sis. I'll see you the day after tomorrow. I have to make preparations!"
"Take care of yourself, Mya." She smiled uncertainly.
"Always." I answered, showing myself out.
I started heading for home. If my dad was still up I could arrange to be inducted into the organization immediately. The streets were less crowded and less fearsome than they had been before. The stone roads and familiar buildings no longer held terror for me, but nor did they feel much like home anymore. I passed the temple of Sarenrae without much thought until I heard a commotion from the rooftop. I glanced up to see a familiar mop of short blonde hair shining in the moonlight as Sam climbed down from the roof.
"Mya!" She called. "Mya! Wait up! I know that's you damnit! I'd recognize that grey blob anywhere."
I stopped and waited for her to catch up. Sometimes I forgot how bad her eyesight was with the way she moved, scrambling up walls as easily as she would dash across a street.
"Hey, Sam." I called as she landed. I was relieved to see both feet on the ground.
"Mya I'm gonna punch you! You said you'd meet me!" She looked angry as she approached, but her clouded eyes were smiling. She was beautiful in this pale lighting, like an angel wreathed in holy radiance.
"I'm sorry, Sammie. I lost track of time." I wondered briefly if I might kiss her before I left. I knew she wouldn't kiss me back, but it might be worth it if I was not going to see her for a few months.
She punched me and broke into a wide grin. "That's okay. We'll hang out tomorrow."
"Maybe...I might be too busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Packing. I'm heading out with Inara's group the day after tomorrow."
"Oh. So how long are we going to be gone? I should tell my dad."
"We? Sam, you probably shouldn't come with me."
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm finally going to join the Brotherhood."
"Cool! When are we signing up?" She grinned impishly.
"Tonight if at all possible. What's all this "we" business? You've never shown any interest in the Brotherhood before."
"Well you were always cagey about joining before."
"But I've thought about it! At length. It's a life oath, Sammie. It's kind of a big deal."
"We're best friends, right?"
"Of course we are..."
"Are we going to stop being best friends?"
"Well, no."
"And if you join the brotherhood and go off on all kinds of awesome adventures without me, am I ever going to see you again?"
"Of course you are, I'll be back in a few months."
"Mya Collins, I've been begging you to go on a trip with me for years!"
"That doesn't mean you have to sign your life away to the Brotherhood for me."
She looped her arm around mine. "You're not getting rid of me that easily. Wherever you go, I'm going to."
I sighed, smiling at her touch. "Thanks Sam, I don't know what I'd do without you."
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2013-07-07, 07:17 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: D&D Snippets II: The Snippetting
Howdy guys, been a while. I have been working on some short stories in my free time. I got one on the way, but things are moving slower than normal. I have also been working on some bio pages for some of my characters. I will post one here. I know it isn't a snippet, but I think it would give some more insight on my characters that I might not normally reveal in the story. Backstories ... Always dragging the pacing down ... argh!
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Character Bio:
Jessica
Species:
Half-celestial
Age:
Sixteen
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
She has long hair that is blonde with a streak of pure white. She combs her hair and lets it fall back over her shoulders. Her skin is tanned on her arms, lower legs, face, and neck. The rest is noticeably paler. Eyes are bright blue. She has white feathered wings. She is five feet four inches tall, ninety pounds, and her wingspan is almost eleven feet.
Note: Some people have asked, "What kind of blonde is her hair?" I don't have a good answer since I don't know the various shades of blonde. I know that platinum blonde is white. The best I can say is "Yellow?" There is a noticeable difference between the blonde hair and the white streak. The purpose behind it is to give Jessica a physical inherited trait from her father besides just the wings. It is more symbolic than stand-offish.
Background:
Her father is a deva/deity, Jack (more about him in another bio). Her mother is a human, Jessica. Her mother was killed when she was born. She was raised on an island in a monastery. All she knows about the world outside the island is from books.
Note: Her father being a deva makes her half-celestial, being a deity makes her a quasi-deity. The half-celestial gives her the wings, the tolerance to heat/cold, and the streak of white hair. The quasi-deity gives her the healing magic and she won't grow old.
Traits:
She is curious about new things and new experiences. She is restless and eager for adventure, whether that means going to new places or trying new things. She is friendly and can't look away from someone in need. She is an optimist. She is a vegetarian.
Note: Being cooped up on an island for sixteen years made her eager for adventure, but she finds adventure in things most of us find common. She is a vegetarian because when living on the island they didn't have enough livestock to cook meat. They had cows for milk and chickens for eggs and losing any of them would be too costly.
Flaws:
She is naive and gullible which can be cute or annoying. She is unfamiliar with modern customs. Her curiosity tends to get her in trouble. Her restlessness tends to border on recklessness. Her optimism tends to blind her darker side of people. She is a pacifist and would never harm any living creature.
Note: She lived a sheltered life on the island. Surrounded by friends and never in any real danger she is unaware of how dangerous life can be. Also, I listed pacifism as a flaw (even though I think of it as a positive trait) because it can be a bigger problem than a benefit.
Skills:
She is skilled farmhand and the various trades associated with it. She has an expansive literary knowledge. She has impressive knowledge of history (but not from the past one hundred years). Though not physically strong, she is capable of reaching one hundred and twenty miles per hour in flight. Has no martial arts nor combat training. Physically weak except for her wings.
Note: If you are curious, she has a decent singing voice, but doesn't know how to play an instrument. She also doesn't know how to dance. Also, though she worked the farms on the island all the time, she is a terrible cook. Collecting eggs everyday doesn't mean she knows how to scramble them. She is poor at math and science. It is not because these things are difficult for her. It is because when she is looking at a page filled with equations and formulas she becomes bored and loses interest.
Languages:
Her native language is English. She has learned Spanish, German, and French. She picked up some common phrases in Russian, Japanese, and Chinese. She was taught Sign Language.
Note: She was raised learning English from her father. The Silent Monks of the monastery speak in Sign Language. It is required that anyone that lives in the monastery to be fluent in Sign. She picked up Spanish, German, and French because she the books she got to read were not always in English. The Germanic languages were easier to learn. She picked up on the Russian, Japanese, and Chinese because her father insisted that she learned some phrases for survival purposes in case she got lost in her travels. Her French accent is impeccable, but her German and Spanish is awful.
Hobbies:
Reading.
Note: Living on a small island with a monastery and farm doesn't leave you much free time. The farm demanded a lot of time and the monastery required its' share of maintenance. She favors stories of adventure but also enjoys mystery novels. Fantasy stories are nothing special to her and sci-fi is sometimes too far-fetched. She also read a few language books. She also likes a good horror story, especially if it is set in an exotic locale.
Powers:
Magically gifted at healing the most serious wounds and curing any disease or sickness (no matter the source). Healing magic requires direct contact with her hand. Supernatural tolerance to extreme cold and heat. Supernatural resistance to electricity. Will likely live an unnaturally long life. Through focusing her healing magic while meditating she is able to benefit from a full night's sleep in just a few hours.
Note: Her healing magic comes directly from her divine blood. Her healing is actually stronger than her dad's abilities (probably because her dad focused his training and skills on killing). She can't really bring the dead back to life, but she can still save someone from death even if they are considered medically dead. It would have to be very shortly after they are "dead" though, at most a few minutes.
Special:
Carries a magical bag with holding space equivalent to a small bedroom without bulging or becoming heavy. Has a necklace with an enchantment that makes her wings invisible when worn.
Note: Her dad is constantly keeping an eye on her, literally. He is able to see and hear what she is doing. She knows this and sometimes talks to him. He is able to respond by making his voice come from somewhere nearby (sometimes objects or just the air). He can make it clearly audible to others nearby or a soft whisper so others can't hear. This sometimes makes it look like she is talking to herself. I know what you are you thinking. Does he watch her ALL the time? The answer is no. She gets her privacy. Typically, he only listens. Like a worried dad, sticking his ear to his daughter's room. Now that she is on her own though, it tends to annoy her when he is nosey. It makes her believe that he is still trying to help when she wants to live on her own, mistakes and all.
Story Ideas For This Character:
Jessica's Misadventures in High School:
Premise: Finally leaving the island to live her own life and see the world, Jessica ends up instead living in modern day California. She knows nothing about the culture and can't reveal her powers. If that wasn't hard enough she also has to survive, high school.
It is still something of a work in progress. I'm not quite comfortable with everything, yet. However, I think it is ready to share. Tell me if you like it, or if you want more bios. I think I did one earlier on Cronc, but not quite to this detail. I will probably redo him in this style.Last edited by mebecronck; 2013-07-08 at 08:21 PM. Reason: Forgot something else
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2013-07-08, 01:39 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: D&D Snippets II: The Snippetting
@mebecronk I liked your character bio idea so I stole it. It seems like she and my character hit some of the same notes in different ways which I thought was cool. You know, in a self indulgent, nit picky way. :D I also added a category for family.
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Character Bio
Mya Collins
Species: Half-elf
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Appearance:Takes after the human side of her family. Her elven heritage is only really evident in her pointed ears and fair skin. She has long, dark hair which she prefers to keep tied back, out of sight and out of mind. Her eyes are strikingly blue like her father and sister's. She has worn grey robes to match her father since she was five years old, and is rarely seen in anything else no matter the occasion.
Background: Mya has lived a quiet life in Driscol, the central city of the west. She and her sister, Inara, have always been surrounded by friends and family. However, Mya has never been quite as close to anyone as she is to her father, Andrew. They share an obsession with magical studies and knowledge of all kinds, and Mya often shuns all other company to badger him into some new project. This tendency, along with her disinterest in anyone unskilled in magic, have left her with few options for friendship. The one exception to this is Samantha Matthews, a blind oracle with angelic heritage who she met at the age of five. Together they tracked down Sam's mother, a solar angel in service to the goddess Sarenrae and they have been friends ever since.
Note: The divergence between this universe and it's original counterpart is the decision of Mya's father, Andrew, to remain on the material plane with his family instead of seeking power in the realm of mirrors.
Traits: Mya is curious and in love with learning new things. She tends to dismiss those who seem to have nothing to teach her. She is both deeply in tune with her arcane heritage, and deeply ashamed of being a sorcerer, believing wizardry to be the superior art. Often lies, claiming to be a wizard like her father. Dislikes fighting. Afraid of combat.
Flaws: Anti-social and arrogant, often misses opportunities for companionship because she doesn't think others are worth her time. Insecure about the source of her magic. In her childhood, she became obsessed with evil magic after snooping through some of her father's notes.
Skills:Trained herself to have near perfect memory recall like her father. Skilled in magical theory, if not in practice. She is a fledgling sorcerer in love with illusion and enchantment magic. Learned basic diplomatic standards from her aunt Itova, a woman from the southern dessert.
Languages:
Her mother, Ira, insisted on raising both of her children learning both common and elven. Being a Mage, she also has an understanding of draconic, the language of magic. When she became interested in the long fallen old kingdom, her father taught her an eastern dialect along with infernal which scholars believed at the time to be the building blocks of the old tongue. The pair proved this theory correct over the summer of her sixteenth year when they utilized his resources to translate the language from an old manuscript. Although she has a good understanding of all of these languages, her grasp on elven has grown rusty over the years and she rarely uses eastern common or infernal. She remains fluent in Old Common, using it to keep her journal secret from prying eyes.
Hobbies: Considers herself a hobby linguist, and an avid fan of history, though she's content to leave the uncovering of artifacts and information to the more physically minded.
Powers: Limited magic focused on disabling her opponent so she can run away, or conveying information.
Special: Wears a ring at all times. The silver piece bearing the Collins family crest is an heirloom passed down to her from her father when she first learned magic. It is bonded to her soul and facilitates her casting ability.
Family:
Andrew Collins: Mya's father. Male, red hair, blue eyes. Human Wizard. An academic man who lives for his family.
Ira Collina: Mya's mother. Female, brown hair, brown eyes. Half-elven artificer. An eccentric woman with a gadget for everything.
Inara Collins: Mya's sister. 18, female, brown hair, blue eyes. Half-elven duelist. An adventurous girl with complete control of her emotions.
Alexander Collins: Mya's estranged uncle. A manipulative scoundrel who does not get along with his little brother. Human sorcerer.
Mary Collins: Mya's aunt. A compassionate woman who loves both of her little brothers and wishes they would get along. Human school teacher.
Aunt Itova: Mya's honorary aunt. A sweet woman who once worked as a diplomat for the southern dragons. Nicknames Mya and Inara Kepesk and Siska. The storm and the sun, respectively.
Story Ideas:
•Continuation of the story in which this character goes insane.
•Adorable relief stories about Mya's childhood including how she met Sam by claiming to be a master of blood magic, and how her father tried to curb her enthusiasm for flesh golems by making her a wood golem named Skeletal Champion.
•Alternate Alternate Universe in which Mya meets Kepesk
•Return to poor, neglected, evil Kepesk. See how she and Andrew both overreact and destroy things when they learn that they are related!
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