F is for Faith

There is Trouble at Caerac Keep. My sisters are I are right in the middle of it, even if we are the Points of the Unicorn’s Horn. If the undead hunt within our city’s walls, we should be the ones banishing them. Instead one of my sisters, Hope, is one of the many disappearances happening in Caerac Keep. My other sister, Charity, languishes in an illness, a lethargy, and a lack of spirit, sporting two small red holes in her neck. The legendary kiss of a vampire. Nor is she the only one to suffer this kiss. Only the Serpent Born warlock I’ve been forced to work with insists this sickness is not the work of vampires. Hah! As if I could trust a word he says. Not that the creepy sorcerer or the disturbingly attractive Aethyrian are any worthier of trust. Still I’ve been commanded not only by Lord William Caerac and Lady Ylynessa, but by the Order of the Unicorn itself to work with these three. To find our lost ones and a cure for this illness. To find out who’s behind it all. For the sake of my sister, the Unicorn, and Caerac Keep itself, I will do so. No matter how much my stomach turns or my heart protests.

E is for Emma

Your Name Is Emma. You like the coffee so much in this cafe, you cannot leave it. Not even after your death. You’re not sure why you died. Here is where you drank cafe mocha after cafe mocha, scribbling bits of story in your notebooks. Now you’re part of a story yourself, a far less pleasant position. You can only drink coffee if you possess someone here. Your ex-girlfriend Esther allows you to use hers, but she getting tired of accomodating your ghostly needs. She was already tired of it when you were alive. You’ll have to hurry, figure out why you died, finish one of the snippets you were scribbling. Otherwise the Soul Catchers will find you. They’re already looking for you. Whatever happens, you don’t want to be caught by them. The Soul Catchers are the reasons there aren’t too many ghosts around. You’re not sure how long you can stay ahead of them. Not to mention there’s only so far you can run.

D is for Dyvian and Danyel, Not Tayel

Dyvian

I am the Voice which calls all of you to Seraphix. Including you, my little ones, The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. Stealing Myself From the Shadows was only the beginning. I called Leiwell, My Tool, My Treasure forth to feast upon my rebellious lord’s son. Caught in a Web of Inspiration I was feasted upon myself by my bride in the Gardens of Arachne. My spirit took flight into shadow rather than become trapped in stone. I became the hungry mouth at the beginning of all story, swallowing myth to become one myself. I’ve been god and devil, offering you A Godling for Your Thoughts? Yet I serve both. Greater than love, I’m always motivated by love. I’ve been both slave and master, whispering secrets and spinning my own webs. Denounced as a villain, never daring to be a hero, My Cusps Overfloweth. This is just a taste of what I am, little ones. Tell me, who are you?

Danyel

I chose my name just as Tayel and I chose to be The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. Yes, I’m Stealing Myself From Shadows by giving the shadows a little of themselves back. A Godling for Your Thoughts? Maybe there is a godling in what I give. A godling gave me life, showing me what life could be or was he a shadow? My Tool, My Treasure could be so many things, for I’m constantly them in so many people, so many objects. If I hand something back, even if it’s just a rock, I hope they’ll remember something they thought was lost. I can be caught in a Web of Inspiration, but I’m hoping I’ll learn something when I do. If only I can avoid getting eaten. My Cusps Overfloweth or one day they will. How is a cusp like a cup? There’s no answer to that. Unless there’s a lot of answers.

Tayel

People think I’m the strange one. You wonder why I won’t leave Danyel even though my name no longer starts with D. I won’t leave him when we’re The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. I may be Stealing Myself From Shadows for the shadows and I are one. No, I won’t explain as you divide us into a single self. A Godling for Your Thoughts? You’re just opening a Door with that question I’m struggling to close. My Tool, My Treasure are titles which fill me with fear even if they’re willingly claimed. All too aware we’re trapped in a Web of Inspiration, we wander a maze which takes us to the center where a monster awaits. My Cusps Overfloweth as do Danyel as they lock and enjoin. Ask me no more questions. I have no desire to see the answers lying behind them.

C is for Caerac

All I get is a bit as a resurrected corpse in Trouble at Caerac Keep. I’m there to tell these meddling young adventurers what they need to know. To think they don’t like being called adventurers! Why, adventurers shaped history when I was alive. Have they forgotten that the walled city they’re trying to save wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t built it? There wouldn’t be a Caerac Keep without me. No walls for humans to keep the monsters out from the wild, hungry land. No lair for vampires to lurk in plain sight, wearing a deceptive mask to fool their prey. No place for necromancers to ply their skills, stealing victims and resurrecting decent folk like myself to assist in their evil places. I even created my own mausolem where anyone could show up and bother me. Huh, a fair point. Shutting up now.

B is for Briar

She once called me the Fairest of them all. Searching her own reflection, she saw only me. The girl she loves and discarded for power. She crushed what she saw. She ended up cursing both of us. I rose from my curse no less the witch than she. Determined never to be alone, to isolate myself as she did, I sought a love of my own, even if I had to curse her to do so. I got more than I ever dreamed I would.

A is for Amberwyne

From Rhane’s imagination I was conjured to be her character in a roleplaying game. An enchantress’s protègè, cursed to counter her curses, undoing the evil she spread. Only the evil is spreading from my land to the dice in my player’s world, affecting her lover and gamemaster. Now it’s affecting all the players as well. I cannot let that happen. The Players Are the Thing. We characters wouldn’t exist without our players. My own loves and needs me as I love and need her. I must save Rhane and her gaming circle, even if I must defy reality to do it.

#BloggingFromAZAprilProject: Character Blurbs

Hello! This scribbler has mostly moved her activities to inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com, but I will be returning in April for Blogging From AZ April Project: Character Blurbs.

Look for a blurb almost every day here in April!