N is for Nevalyn

I am the serpent that devours the world. I become the world, yet I still hunger for my earthy flesh. I am a woman who dared to devour the serpent and befriend monsters. I tear down corrupt civilizations ruled by corrupt monarchs daring to call themselves good and me evil. I am the voice that whispers to all of my children, the voice they cannot resist. I am more than A Suitor’s Challenge or Trouble at Caerac Keep. I am the beating heart of Ouroborous; eternal and insatiable. I am Nevalyn. Seek me out and face me, if you dare.

M is for Melyssa

I was a repressed sister of an obsolete order, worshipping a God of Balance. I was a seductive enchantress, drinking deep of my lovers’s creative energy.

Aspects of me remain of those previous incarnations, but I am neither. I became the daughter of Duessa Ashelocke, a deviant arachnocrat, whose passions had no place in my mother’s Gardens. I hungered for more than its blossoms. My hunger led me to Seraphix.

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Hello, Formerly Forbidden Cauldron

Hello, Formerly Forbidden Cauldron. It’s been a year since I stopped by.

Why so long? The print is smaller here and formatting is a lot more work. It’s much easier to blog over at the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com.

I’m back, for the same reason I returned last year; Blogging From AZ April Project. The theme this year is Character Origins. Yes, I’ve done this theme before. I need to remind myself of what I’ve accomplished, what I have yet to accomplish by blogging here as well as at the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com.

I’m getting old. I’m moving out of my early 50s to my mid-50s. I’m appalled at how little I’ve done, yet I’ve accomplished a lot.

Time to remind myself of all that. Time to spring forward.

See you in April.

Z is for Zenobia

Serena Jasior may be Imperatrix, but we provided the chains for her empire, along with the ones she used to bind the Serpent. We are the Empress of Kalanthia. If Kalanthia hadn’t taught Serena how to tame her Serpent-Born pets, she wouldn’t have them. She should have been more willing to share. We offered her an alliance. There’s only so long she can ignore our offers. Otherwise we shall take what rightfully belongs to Kalanthia. We are the cradle of civilization, on which all other civilizations in Ouroborous are based. Serena and her fragile empire will learn to respect that and bend knee to us, or we’ll show her what we can do.

Y is for Ylynessa

Trapped in darkness for so long, darkness became my home and mother. Monsters became my family. I learned to hide this, to adopt a simpering human mask. Other humans see and judge the mask, underestimating me. All the while, I watch and learn, how to manipulate other’s fears, aiming them at flashy targets, distracting them from my family. For I do protect my own. I will deal with all and any threats to them, no matter how little my loved ones appreciate it.

X is for Xylanthe

The light and my sisters denied me, so I wait in the darkness, my own Circle, a trap I’ve set to feed upon foolish heroes. Sometimes I dream of Aethyria, the laughter of young girls wrestling in the sunshine. I can almost taste their sweat, their hopes, their brash youth. I can taste it in their blood, when I’m fortunate enough to lure an Aethyrian into my lair. I can taste anything with the blood of the right victim. I spin my webs, hoping she’ll come to me, contenting myself with meager fear. Adventuring is no longer fashionable, so I’m feasting less and less. I have a plan to lure more victims into the Dark Circle. Spare the right shivering victims to tell tales of the riches lying waiting to be plundered, if you can slay the monsters. Sometimes the victims are themselves the bait. Some of them are unaware they serve my purpose while a few willing bring food to me. They spread my web far and wide, thinking they’re serving their own greedy little interests. These tools are delivering unto me what I truly desire. I just have to sit at the center of my web and wait.

W is for William

I’ve kept the peace in Caerac Keep for so long as its lord. I’ve become the embodiment of that peace; along with the heart and mind of this walled city. I feel traces of the life lived within Caerac Keep’s stones, hear the heartbeats of its current residents quickening with fear, or struggling with each breath. A predator walks within my walls, stalking my flock. I will not have it. Caerac Keep is mine. Its people are mind. I will not let this predator have them, no matter what I have to do, to stop him from hunting.