O is for Oleander

I am the poisonous flower that blooms within Thomas’s foul heart, growing within Seraphix’s radiance. I am the wish he cannot suppress, no matter how much he pushes me away, striking out at the small, the furry, the beautiful, or the unexplicable. A Godling for Your Thoughts? I am the godling Thomas dreams of, his link to Seraphix, no matter how much he might deny me. Let him cringe in fear. I am coming. Look for me in Tales of the Navel, which bubble up in inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com, leading to novels, if the scribbler gets her stories together. Urge her to do so, if you are interested.

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.

What do I mean? See what tales bubble up at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com and find out.

L is for 'Lyssa

Once I was the leanhaun lover, bringing a slow and sensual death to the lady knight reborn as a mad childling in a Changeling: The Dreaming roleplaying campaign. I became something different in Tales of the Navel; the dark dream, the repressed passion, the embodiment of Melyssa Ashelocke’s wish; just as Sister Mel was her repressed shell. These aspects emerged from the shattered failure of an arachnocrat Melyssa didn’t want to be, Duessa’s disappointment of a daughter. You might say I’m the inspiration for giving into desires which dared not utter their names in the Gardens, the creature Mel longs to be, linked to Seraphix. You might say Seraphix gave birth to both Mel and I from the wreck that was Melyssa Ashelocke.

Whatever do I mean? Watch for our names in Tales of the Navel, which bubble at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com and find out.

K is for Kevin

Originally just a side character, pouring drinks at the Tipsy Hedgehog in Trouble at Caerac Keep, Cauldron Tales here and inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com; my mystery and significance has grown, taking on a subplot of its own. Just what is that? You may not have to wait for Trouble at Caerac Keep to find out. Just wait and watch for what bubbles here or at the other Cauldron.

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.