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2WB1: Vol. 1 Chapter 49: Wanderer in the Rye
[Chapter contains blood and violence.]
The Umbramancer’s spiked ethereal chain whipped out from under his sleeve down upon the Apprentices and the Enraans. But Jennifer had already had her Geomancy focused. She threw her fist in the air and wall of rock erupted from under the snow. The bladed chain slashed the rock. Jennifer thrust her gold-glowing daggers into the wall and the rock shattered outward, sending stones and splinters flying.
At the same time, Jack’s immolated hand flew out throwing a flame that detonated where Chained stood. There was an explosion of fire and rock. Dust, snow and small stones blew in their faces.
Chained suddenly phased behind the two Apprentices in a fast, close-range teleport. His chains wrapped around them and yanked them towards him. The two Apprentices collided into each other. Chained then whipped his leg, kicking both of them in the gut. All at the same
2WB1: Vol. 1 Chapter 48: Boiling Point p2
“Everyone’s lost their bloody minds!” Lawk clenched his ears as he explained to everyone in the kitchen. “They’re about ready to outright murder someone!”
“Why!?” Kataak demanded. “What’s happened?”
Lawk reached into his shoulder bag. “We found these hanging in the trees!” And dropped the bloody pelt of a furred animal on the table.
There were gasps and cries of shock in the room. Emika’s face went pale and she covered her face upon smelling the blood.
“Oh, ‘Cestors! Is that a dog!?” Jennifer shrieked in horror.
“Lizards too. Apparently someone didn’t like us fouling their poor little ears with our opinion at the forum, but they didn’t have the teeth to say it to our faces. The stupid bastards even threw up a sign
2WB1: Vol. 1 Chapter 48: Boiling Point p1
Jack awoke to the sound of…a rooster?
He slowly opened his eyes to a dim room with wood paneling. Through the window that faced him he could see an orange sky and purple clouds. Was the sun setting?
He lay in a bed with plain white sheets in an equally plain room with a single dresser with a lamp on it. Small paintings hung on the walls depicting lakes and wildlife. His sword sat in its sheath against the wall. It wasn’t until he smelled the dusty old room did he recognize where he was. This was Jennifer’s house – more specifically, the guest bedroom. He remembered playing in this room all the time when he visited.
Jack jumped when the door creaked open. Monica came in with bags under her eyes and a cup of tea in her hands. She turned on the lamp on the side and gasped. She set her teacup on the dresser and squeezed the air from Jack’s lungs.
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2WB1: Vol. 1 Chapter 47: The Darkness Within
“Well? How’d you get out of there?” Jennifer demanded when Jack told the events of last night’s blizzard.
All the Elementalist Apprentices were clustered around Jacob’s tiny living room, except for Nikhil, who was called away at the last minute on official business. Jennifer and Emika sat on either side of Jack on the couch. Jack was now properly clothed and color had returned to his body. Spike sat on the creaky wood floor while Jacob leaned against the wall, listening intently to Jack’s near death experience out in the blizzard.
They chose to meet at Jacob’s house so they could discuss privately while his mother worked her janitor shift. His house was little more than a shack. It had been hastily cleaned with dishes stacked in the sink and a sloppy sweep of the floor. Empty mead bottles were piled up in a box beside the front door. A tray of tea cups sat on the end table
Map of Nirvania Aszurii 13 42
Dragonigh-The dragon of darkness, elder twin to Firefly (dragon of light), with eyes as dark as the backside of the moon, and a jewel-like iridescent scale on its forehead. Its body is midnight blue, and its wings are dotted with the stars of the night sky.
Firefly-The dragon of light, with eyes that glint as twin suns and a body as blue as the sky; the wings it exhibits are white, and fan out like clouds across the sky.
Bodragon-The earth dragon-hunted for its magnificent array of colored scales and extreme beauty, this dragon makes the earth prosper.
Dragonfly-The wind dragon-known for its control of the weather and its mysterious gaze; it is the wisest of the dragons, flying through time itself.
Hydragon-The water dragon-known for its healing powers and its enchanting song
Salamander-A fire dragon in the sense that it absorbs heat-known for causing trouble and extreme damage wherever they go, these creatures are mischievous and should be handled with extreme caution or not at all.
Carnifex, god of death
Names and epithets: The Selfslayer, Akhlys,
The Falxer, Moros, Anaplekte, Munus Ak'ludi Rex.
An old komatai weapon, the falx was adapted from the scythes they used when enslaved by
the Amaranthine Empire. On its balance as sword of killing and scythe of harvesting,
it's considered perfect for reaping one's enemies.
Among the oldest of the northern gods, his worship began during the amaranthine height. The ancient amaranthines had a tradition to celebrate their ancestrals with deathmatches among slaves. As time passed, this became a custom to honor the soldiers fallen in battle with fights among gladiators drafted from conquered peoples. Such was the case with the hobgoblins, except for an unknown individual, which instead of giving in to the
Nyxcilla, goddess of seas and night
Names and epithets: Queen of Darkness, Nyxcta,
Mana Mother, Dame of the Hidden Land, Thallassathea.
Nyxcilla rules the deep darks, from the abyssal waters to the night and moon. Through the tides from her lunar domains the world is bathed on magic. As suitable for the goddess of oceans, she is never still. Anyone at the sea may be judged as suits her wholesome and overwhelming temper. Diveus courts and calls for her through mortal messengers, but her answers are unknown, perhaps absent.
Mother-of-pearl, Nyxcilla's high priestesses, vouch for some
couriers being drawn into her whirpool navel...
...and brought to
Diveus, sun-god and northern patronus
Through the Great Eye
Righteous and effulgent
Many are cast
Into an empire
-Prophetic epitaph on Iskander's crypt, the prime emperor.
Adopted as the first Imperative of his cult.
Names and Epithets: Magnuminus, the Unbeaten, Scopo Divinam Juramenta,
Pater Patriae, Tallarxo Magnus, Terminus, the Sublimator.
Symbol: Flaming Scepter.
Before speaking about the god, one must adress the mortal he was. Iskander was the first emperor, elected to expand an agglomerate of people into a grand empire. In five years, he conquered a thousand cities, defeated three hundred tribes and enslaved two million. In the meanwhile, he founded fifty baronies, to defend the twenty new duchies arising from his conquests. And even though the empire kept a constant expansion, i
The Vandu People
Few societies have gender roles as sharply delineated and deterministic as the Vandu people, for the men and women live almost completely separate lives. However, Terran observers show the most surprise not at the extreme division between man and woman, but over which roles they are assigned. To Terran sensibilities, Vandu gender roles appear topsy-turvy, a total reversion of expectation. To sum them up as briefly as possible, women hunt and men gather.
"Vandu" as an ethnonym translates to "human being", but its definition is conventionally based on language. Per this definition, anyone who speaks some dialect of isiVandu as their native tongue qualifies as an ethnic Vandu. However, since the Vandu people have spread across a vast area with contrasting terrains over the centuries, ranging from dry plains to steamy rainforests, isiVandu's dialects are many and do not always sound intelligible to one another. Given this variation, the description of Vandu culture in this article must be
Underwater civilization without fire nor magic
Consider a giant oyster and imagine it has an electric organ similar to an eel. Said organ is fused with a type of coil made of ferromagnetic material like iron or lodestone. This produces a magnetic field.
The normal oyster filters seawater to eat. This one uses its magnetic organ to filter metals from the seawater at the same time. The concentration of iron in seawater is such that 50.000 cubic meters yeld a kilogram. In about one month, one oyster gives us a "metal pearl" of the wrought iron, lined with nickel and/or cobalt (also magnetic)to resist corrosion.
The same type of domestication and breeding that gave humans corn, horses and dogs might be used here to create oysters that produce metal pearls shaped like blades or plates for armor. Consider natural pearls come in many shapes and colors.
I imagined smaller oyster
A World Building and Novel Writing Guide
The List System - A World Building & Novel Writing Organization Guide
If you are like me, you are someone who finds a lot of benefit in making lists and keeping a lot of notes. This has naturally lead me into developing my own system in organizing my numerous story projects, in a way that keeps them easily accessible, clear, and able to hold any and all Information I need.
World building and Plot making are sometimes time-intensive processes. They can be spread out over long distances of time, or larger chunks of building sprees. Whatever works for you is great! If you aren't sure, listen to your whims. This is a very flexible and customizable system that can flow however you do. This method however is not for everyone, if you are not a list oriented person, this may seem more like a chore. If you are unsure, give it a try and see how well it works out for you.
This entire system centers around using and modifying a basic template. I use this templat
Ultimate Species Profile
I tried to cover everything possible, but there were so many questions that fit into more than one profile sheet. This was ultimately designed for developing a creature of your own (that is not a real animal or well known fantasy creature) to the point where it has its own civilisation. If your creature was intended to be just an animal in your world, then ignore all the complex civilisation questions. I intend to make a profile for societies and world/planets later on.
Age (how long has the species existed?):
Defence Mechanisms/Strategies (how do they protect themselves against predators?):
Locomotion (how do they move? Eg. humans walk, snakes slither):
Herbivore, Carnivore or Omnivore?:
Diet (specifically what they eat):
Illnesses (any unique diseases that the species is vulnerable to?):
Problems (any p
Building E.P.I.C. Worlds, Pt.2
E.P.I.C. Stories & World Creation
In Part 1 of Building E.P.I.C. Worlds, I outlined three types of genres of speculative fiction with regards to the kinds of worlds the world-builder could create the science-fiction universe, the fantasy universe, and the alternate history universe. In Part 2 of this tutorial series, we will look at the particular elements of those worlds, and how choosing the structure of your story will influence each of these elements.
The structure of a story is the framework of how a story is told that is, how it will begin, how it will progress, and how it should end. I use an acronym to remember four elements of a story: E.P.I.C, which stands for Event, Place, Idea, and Character. Other elements, like dialog and point-of-view, are also important to a story, but for the purpose of world-building, I will focus
Building E.P.I.C. Worlds, Pt.1
Whether it be the bio-luminous jungles and mega-fauna of Pandora, the Blue Danube waltz of a Pan Am space shuttle approaching a tumbling, wheel-like space station, or the vast, ash-strewn lava plains of Mordor littered with the bodies of elves and men at the feet of Sauron, the visionaries of speculative fiction have relied on worlds that hold their readers and viewers in thrall long after the story is told.
Works of speculative fiction need worlds to operate in. But prior to the task of creating our worlds, I believe that it is helpful to chart out a course before diving headlong into such a Herculean (or, rather, Atlantean) feat. Quite likely, you are already a creator of speculative fiction and have worlds and ideas bursting forth from that fruitful noggin of yours. But I would like to invite you to pause a moment and enter into the world-building process like a fine sculptor of intricate details. It is my hope that in doing so, you