J is for Jupitre

How I have fallen from being the mighiest of all gods! The scribbler, bah, didn’t even include me in her feeble scribble of a first draft of Stealing Myself From Shadows. I crept in, like a thief, when my wife became my wife, only to be infantalized by her pity and her coddling, but I’ve made my way into Tales of the Navel. Just watch. I have a part to play and I will not be denied.

I is for Isolde

A humble sculptor with the strength of stone I carved, a power I’d discover with a beautiful maiden’s touch.

I freed what I thought would be that maiden’s likneness from the stone, only to find out I’d released a curse, a punishment set upon me by a jealous enchantress. The same enchantress would seek to curse the world. Only the maiden my enemy and I love can stop her. Only with my might at Amberwyne’s side did we have a chance at success.

I thought our task was mind-bendingly perilous as is. Now I find none of us; not I, not my maiden, nor my foe, or the land threatened are real. We’re just characters in a roleplaying game and The Players Are the Thing. Only the Gamemaster’s dice have been cursed by the enchantress, whom isn’t happy at being toyed with.

None of us are, but who can save our players other than us? We’re their characters. We’ll have to figure out how to make it happen.

H is for Hebe

A regular at the Navel, I was created so poorly in the original draft of Stealing Myself From Shadows, no one noticed me. In story since and many a Cauldron Tale, I became a serial cup collector and destroyer, acting out my rage against my father and his beloved cup bearer, my replacement. My destructive pattern transformed into a quest to find and become a new me, by opening a Door to a path through the Shadow Forest. Do I succeed in this? You may not have to wait until Stealing Myself From Shadows is released to find out. Just watch the Cauldron bubble here and at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com, to see what’s revealed.

G is for Grace

I was in the very first story our scribbler wrote ever! Not that I’ve grown up and away, not ever from whom I was, not really. We’ve all become more ourselves; Theodora Bear, Nat, Maia (Iama the Terrible?), Heidi, and I. We’re all princesses, dreamers, or enchantresses in our way, if we’re not stuffed animals, making magic happen.

What do I mean? Come, meet us in Wind Me Up, One More Time, and find out!

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F is for Faith

Faith is the name I chose, when I joined the Servants of the Unicorn. I’ve taken on a very different role from the dependent non-player character I was in an early 1990s Fantasy Hero roleplaying campaign, or was that one of my sisters whom was revised into whom she is now? We are three; the Points of the Unicorn; Faith, Charity, and Hope. We were conceived for Trouble at Caerac Keep, along with the controversial nature of adventuring in our present time and Caerac himself. You may wonder what I’m going on about. Do persuade the scribbler to finish Trouble at Caerac Keep and find out.

E is for Emma

Born from the songs of Suzanne Vega and Sarah McLachlan, I marinated in the scribbler’s imagination for years. I was a concept for Wraith: The Oblivion. I was an exercise in second person perspective, although not here. I snapped into focus during a submission call for ghosts addicted to substance. Your Name is Emma began. I became a ghost tethered to coffee, doomed to haunt the coffee house, where I wrote copious stories and poems I never published. I could only drink my beloved beverage by possessing someone, such as my former lover, Esther. Whenever I managed to leave the coffee house, the Soul Collectors would pursue me. If any of this interests you, do encourage the scribbler to continue Your Name Is Emma.

D is for Danyel

I was born in a roleplaying game at the turn of the century, discovering the world and myself, along with my twin, as we fled our sheltered world from the peril awaiting us to more peril. Our entire family was created in that game, protecting Tayel and myself from their secrets as Dyvian and his religious sect menaced us all.

When that game ended, Tayel, myself, and our entire family were transported to The Keep; the threat changing to match that particular environment.

My brother, my entire family, and I were revised again for a different version of Stealing Myself From Shadows, which became The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. For years, the scribbler struggled with both stories, while my family and I popped into Cauldron Tales, appearing both here and at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com. We appear in other stories; A Godling for Your Thoughts?; My Tool, My Treasure, and I think our scribbler has plans for us in a final story called My Cusps Overflow. All of these books were inspired by Tarot imagery; Greater Arcana or suits, imagery which shaped the Shadow Forest, which also shaped Tayel and I. Enjoy our stories. They’ve been marinating for a long time.