Saturday, April 30, 2022
Friday, April 29, 2022
Y is for Ylynessa
Thursday, April 28, 2022
X is for Xylanthe
It’s taken years for the various characters from that world to morph into stories of their own. Some became part of this one. Trouble at Caerac Keep became part of the World of Ouroborous along with A Suitor’s Challenge. The former tale takes place centuries before the latter. It was always a world of fantasy with goblins, kobolds, shapeshifters, and a number of undead creatures.
I myself became a mythical monster who once ruled the land of Aethyria until the other monsters exiled me. I have a blood connection to Ariadne and her sister, Alexi. I created myself a lair in a legendary labyrinth called the Dark Circle in the land of Rowenda. The Dark Circle is southeast of Caerac Keep, northwest from Aethyria. Yes, it is filled with monsters, monsters I rule and feed the blood of hot-blooded adventurers, daring to venture within the Circle in search of treasure and renown. Yes, enough escaped to tell tales of treasure and renown. Enough to lure plenty of would-be heroes within our walls to satisfy our hunger.
Alas, since the decline of adventuring, the moral questions about the rightness of killing monsters just for sake of riches and fame has meant a decline in our food source. We’ve been going hungry.
We’re being forced to cast our webs further afield in order to eat. To cast our eyes upon the walled city of livestock grazing within Caerac Keep.
You may accuse us of stirring up trouble, but these are troubled times. A monster must eat. Even if we have to fight the forces of civilization, it’s better than going hungry. If some tender young heroes rise to stop us, why, all the tastier. Especially if those heroes are the blood-kin of old enemies.
One tries to stay positive about change.
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
W is for William
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
V is for Varwyth
Yes, I am a mystery. Yes, I have my own reasons for getting close to Rhodry, for taking an interest of what he and his companions find out about the disappearances, the mysterious illness which appears like a vampire’s attacks plaguing the walled city Caerac was so proud of. No, I’m not going to reveal those reasons. Not yet. Don’t worry. They will be revealed. I’m not about to let our scribbler forget about Trouble at Caerac Keep. Our story will continue even if I have to invade the scribbler’s dreams, seducing her with visions of our story.
I have a talent for such things.
Monday, April 25, 2022
U is for Undine
Saturday, April 23, 2022
T is for Thomas
Friday, April 22, 2022
S is for Seraphix
We transferred to The Keep and became a demon. Seraphis and Their Sisters were separate from us. We didn’t come together again until We became Seraphix in Tales of the Navel. We regained Our Sisterhood, were worshipped as god of balance once again.
We’re not sure if that part of Us was ever real. We were lost until Danyel and Tayel found Us, gave Us new life as Our Hand and Eye. Dyvian claimed Us, bound Us in talismans, coins he passed out to Our Followers. With each of their wishes, We grew stronger. With their faith, We’d become a god. Our Followers would be part of Us.
This plan appears to be working. We’ve become stronger than ever before with Our Followers, yet We’re more fractured than We’ve ever been, due to their divisiveness, their warring wishes. It driving Us more than a little crazy. No wonder other gods favor holy books with exact codes of behavior. Such a code would be simpler. Dyvian reassures Us there is divisiveness even among those with such a holy book in how it is interpreted. The key to strength is flexibility. Flexibility and keeping Our Followers happy.
Well and good, but what if one Follower’s happiness depends upon another unhappiness? Worse, We feel some of Our Followers, including Our Voice are scaring Danyel and Tayel away. We want Danyel and Tayel on Our side. We fear they will not be if we keep granting Our Followers’s wishes, becoming more godlike.
Thus lies Our growing sorrow and Our madness.
Thursday, April 21, 2022
R is for Rhane
You see, she existed first.
The original Amberwine was a quite a different character from my Amberwyne, a tough-talking youth from a matriarchy. This Amberwine became Ariadne of Aethyria, pursuing her missing sister to a foreign land where she’s wrapped up in the Trouble at Caerac Keep.
My Amberwyne was a wacky sidhe childing in a roleplaying game, reduced to a state of innocence due to the leanhaun seductress who devoured her. She brought some of this to The Keep where she was reimagined with me at her side. We’d both been victims of Fidessa, the same leanhuan. You might say she was my inner child, transformed into a separate person by my trauma. I had a lot of secrets still waiting to be uncovered in The Keep. I don’t think the scribbler could let me be, not after all the plotting and planning she’d put into me.
I’m not sure if it was P.T. Wyant’s Wednesday Words or Blogging From AZ which reforged my identity and Amberwyne as player and character in The Players Are the Thing. I became part of a roleplaying game with Beatrix (a victim of vampires in The Keep), Mona (an angry survivor of vampirees and wannabe vampire hunter in The Keep), and Zoe. Amberwyne became my character in a roleplaying game, a character I found myself falling in love with. Literally.
The scribbler wanted me to express this unorthodox passion, yet she didn’t want to make the roleplaying game or my feelings a negative experience. On the contrary, she wanted to show how positive it could be, bringing people together, allowing them to release their creativity. Only my girlfriend, Beatrix has been seriously damaged by bad experiences with bad roleplayers. This is why she only games with women. It leaves her open to the curse of the dice and Fidessa’s wrath. Yes, the major villain in Beatrix’s own game became aware she’s only a character. She decides to vent her wrath upon the upstart gamemaster who dared to toy with her. It’s up to Amberwyne and the other characters to save their players and the game master. Not being real, they need me and the other players to help them.
Yes, it sounds like a complex story, doesn’t it? No wonder our scribbler is having trouble finishing it. Only she keeps returning to The Players Are the Thing in snippets, fragments, blog posts, and freebie stories. I know she can’t forget us. I know she will return to us.
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
Q is for Quartz
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
P is for Phaedra
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Monday, April 18, 2022
O is for Oleander
Saturday, April 16, 2022
N is for Nathalie
Would you like to meet the both of me?
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Friday, April 15, 2022
M is for Map
Thursday, April 14, 2022
L is for Leiwell
We were reborn and revised once more when our scribbler lost faith in Stealing Myself From Shadows. She tried to revise that story with us, ending up with two novels in progress; The Hand and Eye of the Tower as well as Stealing Myself From Shadows. We not only became part of a series of novels in progress, but crept into many a story posted at this blog and at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com.
One persistent theme has always been true for me from my first incarnation to now. I’ve always been about self-sacrifice. Perhaps I’ve become one with the Hanged Man in Tarot decks for the scribbler. I’m always sacrificing myself for my family, my little brothers, and my master.
Much has changed, making my family and myself no longer linked by blood, but magic and myth in the Shadow Forest. We’ve still formed a family with a strong bond, living together, trying to create a tangible existence together.
Another persistent theme is that my love for my family conflicts with my love for my master. I’m divided in my loyalties, more divided than ever. The scribbler has made Dyvian far more complex than his previous incarnations. I’m not sure if whatever I am isn’t as bad or worse than what my brothers believe my master to be. I’m not sure of many things, including what our scribbler is up to. I have a sinking feeling we will find out. It may be hard to hold onto happiness when we do, but I’m going to try. For the sake of everyone precious to me, I will hold on.
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
K is for Kevin
Thanks to Blogging From AZ and P.T. Wyant’s Wednesday Words, I fleshed out, becoming so much more than this. At first I was someone who wasn’t creeped out by Rhodry being Serpent-Born. If anything, I found him quite beautiful. I started to take off in these blog posts, becoming much more than someone working at a tavern. I was not only Maggie’s assistant and adopted son (Maggie is a former adventurer and the owner of The Tipsy Hedgehog), I had an entire mysterious past of my own. A past I hope our scribbler will explore, even if she doesn’t get to it in Trouble at Caerac Keep.
I really hope she does get to it.
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
J is for Jupitre
That was before you forgot the gods and me along with them. You stopped worshipping me. Now look at me. A tired old man who’s a mere shadow of himself, a minor character in the scribbler’s blog posts and her Works in Progress. I don’t even get as much attention as my wife! Never marry your twin sister. She’s too clever, too greedy for power, too possessive of you, too much like you to be your bride. I was just hungry to get close to her. She thought our love was forever, that it would be just myself and her after I took her. There’s was no need to get so upset because I sought companionship elsewhere. I always came back to her. Now I’m trapped at her side, an after thought in her life in Omphalos. Do I get to have any fun in this place? Well, yes, but I don’t have nearly the attention and adoration I deserve. Give it to me, mortal, or I’ll smile you with my lightning bolt. Fine, I no longer have my lightning bolt, taunt me over that misfortune as well. You’d better watch out. I’ll going to get my power back. Once I do, you shall experience my true glory. Just watch.
Monday, April 11, 2022
I is for Iama
I am so much more than I was in an ill-conceived story by an 11-year old child, scribbled in her teddy bear notebook. I’ve gone from evil wizard to lonely enchantress in my scribbler’s imagination, sharing my betwitchment with others as they succumb to the spell of lonely ambition.
Come and see what I’ve become…
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Saturday, April 9, 2022
H is for Hector and Harold
Hector: (lifting his head and trying to pretend the second figure isn’t there) Yes, I am Hector, prince and hero of Troy. The voice of honor, loyalty and values in the untold tale of Aissa and Polyxena.
Harold: And I am Lord Harold Vingegarten of Feathers Royal, the Lord Harold. Voice of values and all things valuable in Fairest, that scribbler’s twice told tale due to be told again and first taste of published glory. Not that I see any glory in that story. Just what’s glorious about it? (sniffs) I was hardly in either the first or second published edition of Fairest. My role hasn’t improved in the expanded version.
Hector: (looking down his nose at Harold with some distaste) You must be favored by the gods, to be in print twice. Not to mention walking around with all that wealth, inciting every thief’s lust. Either that or your sword arm is worth its weight in everything else.
Harold: (shudders) As if I’d carry a sword around myself! That’s what guards are for!
Hector: You’d let another man shed his blood for you and steal your glory? Robbing you of the chance to prove your mettle?
Harold: I’ll keep my mettle to myself, thank you very much. I can’t go swinging a sword around. I’d ruin my nails, not to mention I’d get blood all over my clothes.
Hector: I recall dimly being forced to meet you before. You behaved like a tedious worm even then.
Harold: Who are you to call a tedious worm? It’s not like I don’t remember you. (wrinkling his nose) A smelly pervert with an unhealthy fixation on the men his brother had unnatural relations with. Or maybe it was a particular man?
Hector: (drawing his sword) Worm, take back your words or say your prayers.
Harold: Eek! (He starts to run. Yes, he’s loaded down with treasure, but he’s surprisingly fast) I’m being pursued by a pervert!
Hector: Coward! Stand your ground and face me!
Harold: (over his shoulder) Oh, like you did in The Iliad?
Hector: Slanderous worm, I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth!
Hector gives chase. Actually he’s pretty fast. He might catch up with Harold if The Iliad was true…
Hector: (filling the screen) LIES!!
Eep! I start running after Harold…
Friday, April 8, 2022
G is for Grace
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Thursday, April 7, 2022
F is for Faith
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
E is for Emma
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
D is Danyel, Dyvian, Not Tayel
Danyel: No, he’s no longer called Dayel. Our scribbler changed his name so readers wouldn’t have as hard a time telling our names apart. That doesn’t mean he has to leave.
Tayel: A single letter shifts yet not my purpose.
The darkness swirls like a whirlwind in slow motion only to dissolve and part, revealing Dyvian standing in the center. Dressed in a black velvet tunic and trousers with a ruby ring upon his fingers. Moon-pale hair caught back with a little dark ribbon, revealing high cheekbones, a generous mouth, and coldly prismatic eyes flashing with bits of color which are muted, diminished as they swim in his irises.
Dyvian: What is purpose in the face of the darkness? Don’t you long for the shadows’ embrace? Thrilling you, terrifying you? Can’t you feel their power? For I have always been the ally of a god, little ones, even when I was first conceived.
Danyel: Seraphix isn’t a god. Not yet. There’s some question whether Their original self, Serphamis was truly the God of Balance. Even if you were Their Voice, Their Vampyre.
Tayel: Names changes yet motivations remain, even when they’re obscured.
Dyvian: (smiling) Be very grateful that’s not true, little one, considering what the Vampyre planned to do to both of you.
For a moment he leers, seeming to sprout fangs, eyes turning blood red. Danyel and Tayel shrink back.
Dyvian: Be glad my intentions toward you are far less dark in Tales of the Navel.
Tayel: Less depraved, no less dark.
Dyvian: You are certainly darker, little Tayel. Even before your name changed, you were changing.
Danyel: (stepping slightly in front of his twin) Tayel has never been dark, even if he scares us at times. I already said why our scribbler changed his name from Dayel to Tayel. She was just trying to be considerate and so is Tayel! He may have secrets, but he keeps them because he’s tryig to protect the rest of us.
Tayel: (looking away) Consideration has seldom been my concern. Clarity and closeness are. Only the dark see darkness in others.
Dyvian: You could be speaking of yourself, little one as much as I. The truth is you are no longer the same any more than you belong with the letter D.
Tayel: (glowering at Dyvian. No matter what your eye seeks, no matter what your Voice calls for, or how often you grab for the bright innocence nearby, I shall stand in your way.
Dyvian: Mine wasn’t the seeking eye, nor the grabbing hand. We’re drifting from our topic, my dears, which is our origins. Two roleplaying games or interactives stories where I hunted you in the name of my god.
Danyel: Only now we’re in Tales of the Navel, a series of stories which may not be ours, even if we are major characters in it.
Tayel: Born from shadows, we could not replace that shadow. Once more he rises to eclipse us.
Dyvian: How prettily you put it. Alas, it’s not my shadow you speak of.
Danyel: It’s not that pretty, what we’re saying. Nor is it fair. We stole Christopher’s story from him.
Tayel: (letting out a low growl) No. He gave his story to us. We’re his creations, moving to his purpose.
Danyel: Why do you always speak as if Christopher was up to no good? It’s not that simple.
Dyvian: No, it isn’t. Not with Christopher. Not with me. Too often you forget this when it’s me.
Tayel: Forgetfulness is a bliss offered to those more fortunate.
Danyel: We forget nothing. Just because you’re no longer a vampyre coming after us doesn’t mean you’re not coming after us.
Tayel: Strike against what we hold dear and you’ve offered a challenge we cannot turn away from.
Dyvian: How possessively you speak of a man who isn’t truly your brother. You presume a great deal, wrongly, if you think my love for Leiwell is any less than yours.
Tayel: Your love drains the will and blinds conviction. Danyel: You play the devil with him. You’re trying to tempt Leiwell with something, lure him away from us.
Dyvian: Well, well. How gratifying to learn you are as jealous of me as I am of you. In past incarnations, Leiwell always betrayed me for your sakes. What do you think he’ll do this time, hmm?
Danyel: He’ll do what he feels is right. He always does.
Tayel doesn’t answer.
Dyvian: Will he? And just what is right? What does he think is right?
Danyel: (crossing his arms and glowering right back at him) What do you?
Tayel: Righteousness is blind. The heart tries to see what is obscured by feeling.
Dyvian: Often I believed I was doing the right thing. What my god wished.
Danyel: Did you?
Tayel: Justifying depravity in the name of right is a mere veil you wrap around your eyes.
Dyvian: While you see more than you ever wished to. Tell me, little one, do you believe in Leiwell as much as your more innocent twin? Do you have faith in him?
Tayel doesn’t answer.
Tayel won’t look at his brother.
Dyvian: (softly) Some things never change. No matter what incarnation we’re in. This is why you cannot hold onto Leiwell.
Danyel: (turning on him with an almost savage fury, the glow in his hand fierce) I can. Can you?
Tayel: Everthing shifts and changes including our faith and our grip.
Dyvian: Fine. (spreading his cloak) We’ll see whose is stronger and tighter.
The three end gazing at each other as the mists come between them, the darkness swallowing Dyvian while the gray fog claims Danyel and Tayel. The twins grip each other hands tightly before they disappear.
Monday, April 4, 2022
C is for Caerac
Saturday, April 2, 2022
B is for Briar
Friday, April 1, 2022
A is for Amberwyne
Friday, March 18, 2022
#BloggingFromAZ: Character Origins
I will return in April to Blog from AZ along with my characters. This year the theme is Character Origins .
Stop by and check it out!