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Post by Mom on Aug 8, 2016 14:11:36 GMT -5
okay so i am hoping to start a novel soon but i just need to start writing things down and get it concrete. i will be doing that here just for convenience. you may talk to me and read what ever i write but please these are my ideas so don't steal them. :3 thank you.
Bkal - bear, wolf, cat like creatures
- divided in 3 klahns
- 1 kings is chosen
- painted war tattoos
- believes in sun, sky, moon
height - 6 - 9ft
weight - 210 - 400lbs
can run on four feet / fight on two
thick fur in different colors, patterns, feel
tails short / long
cat have saber teeth
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harpyia/harpies - 'hounds of zeus'
- live on the island Strophades
- cannot be found on human map / can only be entered with certain thing
- aello, celaeno, ocypete, podarge - original
- woman dominated (queens and consorts)
- 'cursed'
- made a deal with the gods that the ones who break laws are sent to he//
height - 5 - 7ft
weight - 110 - 220 lbs
avain wings on the back
'glamoured' by magic to appear human
true form - clawed fingers, forked tongue, sharp teeth, bird legs, pale skin, demonic eyes, pointed ears
other races within their world - daemons, fairies, angels, gods/goddess, vampires
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Post by Mom on Aug 8, 2016 14:32:35 GMT -5
okay so plot ideas - MC framed for something that happened and is sent down to he//. MC has to prove her/his innocence? Somehow gets out of he//, is on the run, finds allies?
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Post by Mom on Aug 8, 2016 14:51:30 GMT -5
okay so the next step is to beat my head against the wall. yay
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Post by Mom on Aug 9, 2016 21:41:47 GMT -5
uh okay so been thinking and im gon put some prompts here. just small samples of my writing.
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Post by Mom on Aug 10, 2016 10:17:05 GMT -5
"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture." Cal muttered, pulling the long metal chain off from around his neck and setting it down. He pressed his palms flat against the wooden table, shoulders noticeably tensed. There was so much pain, the way he moved, the words he chose, it all radiated with regret. His eyes were cast downwards towards the floor as he relived what ever dark memory that haunts him. Viktoryia stared quietly from the edge of the bed. She wanted to reach out and console him but she was nervous. Viktoryia never was the friend to be that shoulder to cry on, she usually tried to stray away from being around emotional people and when it came to herself Vik would cover up her pain with cruel jokes.
She picked idly at the loose threads from the hole in her jeans, "Sometimes," her voice was rather small, "the bad ones help make you really appreciate the good ones. Memories are going to hurt, good or bad. You'll miss what you had and you'll get pissed at what ever they did to you but at least they happened." Viktoryia caught his glance, standing up. "If they didn't you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't have met you."
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Post by Mom on Aug 14, 2016 20:38:08 GMT -5
okay
race 1: bkal - weird animals things
race 2: harpies - winged humaniods
race 3: humans - um boring
race 4: elementals - fairy type??????
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Post by Mom on Aug 14, 2016 22:06:17 GMT -5
panting, he looked up with a sharp snarl. blood stuck to his fur in various places, a small cut along his fore arm and a deep slash down his right leg , but he kept fighting. pushing off the ground, he swung the axe upwards slicing the under belly and cleanly between the legs. metal screamed as it slammed together. the axe stopped barely off the ground in a quick motion was kicked from his hand, the bone cracking under the sheer force. a blunt knee came across his cheek and he smacked his head hard against the dirt ground. it was unfortunate that he could not sweat properly, the heat was rapidly growing from the high sun and from the short exercise Ren felt as if he was set a blaze.
"are you letting me win?" she tilted her head, mockingly grinning down. digging the point of her sword down into the folds of his neck, "dead."
ren thumped his tail on the ground, hating her a little more, pushed her blade from his throat. he was not adapt with the axe as he was with a simple arm blade. he loved being up close to his enemies, tearing out their hearts with his own claws. however, it was a custom that every warrior will know the four basic weapons; sword, axe, bow and spear. ren had down average with the bow, his large paws and broad shoulder making it rather challenging to find a decent position where he was not exposed. a sword was just a variation of what he is used to expect the he held it rather than it being attached to his arm and a spear was a pointed stick. ren despised the spear most of all.
cleo tossed her sword into the dirt, heaving her sore body down next to him. though he envied her skills at adaption in any situation ren did not hate her as much as he wanted. the competition between them was strong but friendly. they were both preparing for the same goal and in the end, the will have to rely on one another. having her as a partner wasn't as horrible as he thought it was going to be. she started out as a rude and loud mouth cub, always picking fights with older and bigger apprentices and always ended up coming to bed with blood and bruises. ren was chosen to be her partner and he thought it was going to be an easy couple of years until the final then she'd be booted or killed. however, it was nothing like that and ren went to bed with blood and bruises.
"you are getting slower." she mused, "i think you eat to much. you cannot be agile with a big belly."
ren glanced over at her, "i eat just enough but thank you for the concern. i dont think i'll ever be able to get a big belly with you running circles around me." the wind picked up over the barren earth and slid deep into his fur. the cool relief spread over him quickly that the burning in his chest receded to a small ache. the campment wasn't very large or glarmous. out of the twenty apprentices fifteen survived and that's a record. there was little grass, only a poor excuse of a farmer's field left with mounds of dirt every other row. the earth was harsh and barren. no food could be grown and no live stock lived for more than a few days. it wasn't all bad. the nights were cool, sky bright with the moon and stars and the song birds would pass over lulling the company into a peaceful sleep.
5 clicks to the east of the little farm was a lush forest. the trees grew so thick and many that the sun never reach the ground but the heat would swallow anyone whole. ren had only been there once and on a dare by cleo, since then he had kept his distance from the forest. a few clouds hang in the light blue sky predicting the chance of rain in the next week. it had been a month since the last rain fall, everyone was out doing drills in the slop and mud. no matter the conditions they had to be prepared for it.
ren sat himself up, eyeing the camp. a few sheds and tents were pitched neatly in a single row, with a line of fence work circling it wide. it looked rather ridculous but that was the way the commander wanted it and no one could say other wise. the pit was near the end of the row by the largest tent, commander's tent. he would keep warm in the blistering snow while the others huddled in a sheer attempt to stay warm. that was the first apprentice to die. ren had prayed his tent would catch flame and to this day, he prays harder every night.
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Post by Mom on Aug 15, 2016 12:09:38 GMT -5
"stay." his voice lowered, ears slid back against his skull as he pulled his paw from her mouth. lifting his muzzle, ren took a brief sniff of the forest air. the humidity was thick making it hard for his nose to be precise and after rain washed most of the scent from the path. he had to rely on instinct, they were still there he was sure. the human girl stared darkly at him but obeyed, ducking her head down and staying quiet.
ren licked his lips, tail sliding behind him like a viper, he crawled his way around the massive tree. even the birds wouldn't sing, so much was going wrong, the sensation prickled along the back of his neck. what was he to do? four enraged elementals against one bkal warrior and a tiny human. eyes surveyed the thick undergrowth between the trees, he hoped he would notice something, anything, that appeared strange. elementals were brutes and worst, he was fighting them on their land. he wasn't skilled in the forest, no enough space and he was large. if they played it right they could easily over throw him and pin his pelt to a branch.
he clenched his hand, the blade cool against both of his arms, a reminder of who he was. a warrior. he would not bring his klahn disgrace, take him down they might but he will fight with tooth and claw. they will not forget him, ren will make sure of it.
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Post by Mom on Aug 15, 2016 16:14:39 GMT -5
"flithy thief." the woman spat at her face, her grip tightening around her wrist to the point that the bones started to crack. "i will have you lashed for what you did."
gritting together her teeth, kila glared up at the older woman. the room was dimmly lit by a small candle flicking in the corner, noticable bags were set under her eyes and her clothes were messy. the woman had woken not merely moments before and kila had no chance of escaping through the open window. kila knelt in front of the house owner, strands of wild hair covering her face.
"i dont mind a little pain. do you?" she sneered showing her fangs with a grin. a hand slashed across the side of her face, blood swelling in her mouth. there was nothing like a beating to wake up the senses. the woman narrowed her eyes,
"you're sharp tongue will not help you while you are chains." she hissed back. kila mindlessly rolled her eyes. this was becoming a droll. she was tasked with scoping out the house and got a bit carried away. a precious necklace was set on the table, white diamond whispering her name. kila couldn't resist it. she carefully put the jewelry into her bag, taking the flight of stairs back up to her entry and escape. that's when the house owner had found her and for an old hag, she was strong.
wrinkles lined her dull face and the smeared of yesterday's make up still visible. kila didn't know her name or why they had chosen her house, it wasn't in her job to ask question. however, getting caught was something a thief never did. she felt the small ache of fear in her chest. the chains didn't scare her, in fact kila knew that it would be safer in the prisons than facing them. all she needed to do was stall.
"how does someone like you get such pretty things?" kila inquired, "i dont remember the address being a castle. or are you a petty thief like me? you steal within reasons, never getting caught because you have such a good face." she laughed childishly, another blow landing to the side of her head knocking stars into her eyes. it was true, the old woman probably worked the system from the inside, knowing just when and how to get the money without even so much raising a finger. and she had the audacity of calling kila flithy.
she rolled her head back, "oh no, is something getting her hands dirty for the first time? i'd hate for my blood to stain such gorgeous rug."
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Post by Mom on Aug 15, 2016 19:43:30 GMT -5
rykon tugged at the loose leather chest pad, wondering how something so thin and frail could protect him from a swinging blade. young, he might be, rykon was very inquisted and questioned nearly everything his father told him to do. the cub knew it bothered his father to no end, the endless 'whys' and 'buts' and still the larger bkal tolerated him. tolerated. even the most patient couldn't handle a week with him with out a break of some sort. his short legs made the outfit look ridiculously huge on him, pads upon pads tied in knots to his legs and arms. it was important to keep him protect while training, mother wouldn't have it any other way.
the wooden sword was heavy, used countless of years for other apprentices such as himself, it bore the marks of faux battles. rykon had to use both paws to hold it steady, frowning and grunting as it lifted off the ground. most cubs didn't start their training until 5 years of age, his father pushed that down to 3 just for him. rykon wanted to be excited that he was to learn how to fight, how to be just like his father and the next legionaire of his klahn but there was a small tinge of fear. rykon watched the yard before, he saw the blood and wounds that could and will happen. he was yet so small, weak compared the others.
the helm fell over his eyes, "Fik'a!" he cursed. Bkal had many tongues and accents, this particular word was used from his late uncle who was from the East. rykon asked what a Fik'a was once, his uncle and father thundered with laughter while his mother shook her head.
"ryk!" a soft laugh, "do you want your father to hear you?" the dark cub sat along the wooden fence, tail swinging comfortably. bal'dr was one of his closest friends even if he was on the lower chain of command. bal'dr's father was a inn keeper in the local home stead with plenty of business from rowdy warriors. rykon's father didn't care for his friend very much but he didn't complain, he could have worse friends.
"shut it." ryk snapped back at him, tossing the helm from his head and shaking his fur loose. "or i'll make you."
bal'dr pulled back his lips, sneering. "oh such big talk from an itty bitty warrior." he hopped from his perch, laughing. "dont ruffle your fur, tiny. im just gon watch the show." ryk hated being called tiny. it was true, the other was much larger by at least one tail length but that didn't mean he had to have it shoved in his muzzle every day.
"what are you talking about? there's no show."
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Post by Mom on Aug 16, 2016 13:49:21 GMT -5
Bkal are fierce warriors from across the Dark Sea. They claimed the land and rage war upon the humans until every last one was slaughtered. Together, the divided up the country between the 3 klahns and setting the capital up almost directly centered. Now the klahns are fighting amongest themselves, minds clouded with only lust for blood.
A petty thief from the frost bitten Mountains -
A exiled warrior from the Western Forest -
A sorceress from the lush plains -
they will be forced together to find the Heir of Man, bring peace to their people and to the land that rejects them.
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Post by Mom on Aug 19, 2016 14:57:49 GMT -5
what about
a story about
the children of the months
o:
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Post by Mom on Aug 19, 2016 15:59:45 GMT -5
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
Spring - Summer - Fall - Winter
Yeartica
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Post by Mom on Aug 19, 2016 16:02:13 GMT -5
December - January - February (Winter)
March - April - May (Spring)
June - July - August (Summer)
September - October - November (Fall)
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Post by Mom on Aug 19, 2016 16:25:19 GMT -5
Yertica - Country
Split into 4 sections - winter, summer, spring, fall
Each section has three cities.
Months are Gods, Goddess they believe in. Each are given a sacred stone to protect which gives them the magic.
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Yertica is a divided country. For centuries, the people have been at cold war with one another over the most important thing; magic. All of the magic that was once in the soil, the rivers and air just vanished. They prayed to the Gods and Goddess for guidance but even they cannot explain this mysterious event. The 12 leaders sit in conference arguing over what to do as their world fades but it is the smallest whisper that no one can hear.
Look to the leaves as they start to change. Listen to the rain when it falls. Remember the cold as it touches your skin. The sun will rise always and again.
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Post by Mom on Aug 19, 2016 16:38:04 GMT -5
4 kids from each section ; winter, summer, spring, fall each has the gifts from the gods/goddesses winter - - december - air mani
- january - no affect to cold
- february
summer - - june - fire mani
- july - innate combat
- august
spring - - march - water mani
- april - cloaking
- may
fall - - september - earth mani
- october - shape shifting
- november
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Post by Mom on Aug 23, 2016 13:40:53 GMT -5
Plot.
The Four Kingdoms of Seasons whom lived peacefully for centuries in Yertica are in danger. Magic that was once grand, found throughout the world is slowly decaying. Without the magic, the lands are changing, worsening. Snow in the Summer and a flood destroying half of Spring. War, sickness and greed have darkened the people of Yertica. Those who watch, gods and goddess, that had gifted their people with the magic are also dying. Few whom remain strong poor their power into four young humans. It is up to them to find what happened to their magic before everyone perishes.
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Post by Mom on Aug 23, 2016 15:37:07 GMT -5
January - Janu
Feb - Barayi
March - Harrc
April - Aali
May - Yaumk
June - Nue
July - Lylka
August - Tusgt
Sep - Pempion
Oct - Ceto
Nove - Vennem
Dec - Demre
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Post by Mom on Aug 28, 2016 15:13:11 GMT -5
Nue is stealing the magic to become the only god. He lies to get his way and has everyone believe its the other seasons.
4 books - each of its own season character
book 1 - fall
book 2 - winter
book 3 - spring
book 4 - summer
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Post by Mom on Aug 28, 2016 20:41:09 GMT -5
book 1 plot
earth boy MC - kinda poor and sad - has two little sisters - taken from family by force - has to work for the capital - dont wanna - capital attacked by summer - wtf - has to run - fall is taken by summer - ends up in winter some how - meets winter girl - end
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Post by Mom on Sept 9, 2016 20:38:49 GMT -5
uh,
okay
im back
and wanting to move forward with this
but idk what to do
like i like the idea of children of the months
but
how to pull it off
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