#Turning Point Trilogy

[triscribe]

Trials of Youth Ch1

(...so. So far my attempts to get in a good headspace to finish this book's second draft have not gone well, which means it's time to take drastic action. Hence, sharing the first handful of chapters here, and seeing if my friends having someplace to screech and ask what's next will help)

Dawn bloomed.

In the southern plains, sitting near the very top of a cottonwood tree, a girl admired how light spread across the land, transforming everything by simple use of illumination. When enough time had passed that she could see her surroundings clearly, the fourteen year old turned and looked down.

“Fren! Time to get up, lazy-bones!” A muffled grunt was the only response. Rolling her eyes, the girl started to climb downward, swiftly passing her own hammock to crouch beside the one below. With a teasing grin, she started to push at it, swinging the cloth and its inhabitant from side to side. “Frennnn.”

“Mm’up.” A hand and arm were stretched up out of the mess of blankets, before flopping back over.

“Freniden Brusan, if you don’t wake up in the next thirty seconds, I’m tipping this thing over and dumping you out of it.”

Bunched-up cloth and curly black hair were pushed aside so that her friend could direct his glare towards the girl. “You wouldn’t.”

“I most certainly would.”

“We’re twenty feet in the air, Tali!”

“Then you’ll just have to use your all-powerful wizardly talents to keep from getting injured.” She released her hold on the hammock and stood. “Now come on!”

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” the younger boy grumbled, kicking his blankets off and reaching for his bag, hanging from a nearby branch. “I swear, everyone in your family is a lunatic, rising at dawn and ordering other people to do the same...”

“I’m sorry, does this come as a surprise to you?” Laughing, Tali climbed back up to avoid the smelly sock Fren threw in her direction. Within a few minutes, both children had donned their outer traveling clothes and rolled up their hammocks, stuffing the bulky bundles into Fren’s enchanted satchel. Once they’d clambered back down to the ground, the wizardling pulled out some hard biscuits and dried meat for their breakfast.

“So,” he asked around a mouthful of food. “Now that we’ve successfully gotten too far from the city for your father’s search parties to find, do we have a destination in mind to start looking for this missing sister of yours?”

Tali frowned thoughtfully. “Well, much as I want to find Lillia, we could stop by your old home first, visit your family-” She stopped when Fren snorted.

“Bad idea. My relatives wouldn’t let us leave for at least the better part of a month, which I know would drive you insane.”

“It would?”

“Oh, yes. Nothing interesting ever happens in Fammon.”

“Well, fine then, if you don’t want to see your uncle and aunt and cousins, we’ll just go straight north.”

Fren raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s all the great Petalia Crant can come up with?”

“That’s all we need,” Tali argued, looking ahead with a fierce expression. “We go north.”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about running off with you...”

“Too late to change your mind now!” Tali playfully punched her friend’s shoulder, and giggled when the chubby boy pretended to stagger.

“Hey! Easy with those muscles of yours! I may have extra padding, but that doesn’t mean it won’t get bruised!”

“Oh, quit being such a whiner.”

“Bully.”

“Wimp!”

“Aquimbe!” Before Tali could blink, a spray of water caught her in the face. She spluttered, ducking away as Fren cackled. The spell ended after a moment, water spout fading back into nothing, though the girl remained very much wet.

“That,” she declared, wiping at her face with the edge of her cape, “Was so not fair.”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the upper hand just once,” Fren grinned.

The pair continued to banter as they walked on, eventually finding a road heading in the right direction. Tali checked it over for recent tracks while Fren whispered a quick scanning spell for nearby people. Neither of them found any signs of fellow travelers.

“Should we risk it?” The wizardling asked. His friend shrugged.

“May as well.”

Winding as it may have been, the road nonetheless took them north, and the pair made good time. By mid-morning, they’d covered several miles, and stopped for a water break on top of a shallow hill. When she handed back the water skin, Tali decided to climb another tree, to get a look at their new surroundings.

The girl had only gotten part way up the trunk, though, when something not too far away caught her eye.

Fren flinched as she suddenly landed beside him, fumbling the water skin and nearly dropping it. He didn’t have any time to ask what she’d seen before Tali was dashing off down the hill. Scrambling, Fren hurried after. A few minutes later, they rounded a bend in the road, and he too saw what had grabbed his friend’s attention.

A small, weather-beaten wagon was stuck, one of its front wheels trapped by a deep crack in the earth. The driver, a wrinkled old goblin, strained as she tried to pull it free without much success. Harnessed to the front of the wagon, her horse saw the two human youths first, and whinnied.

“Hello there!” Tali called, slowing her steps as she approached. “Could we offer you a hand?”

The goblin, who’d paused at her horse’s sudden warning, looked over in surprise. “I wouldn’t mind a bit if you did! I just need a tad more oomph to lift it free, I think.”

Tali immediately stepped to her side, crouching in order to get a good grip on the frame of the wagon before glancing over her shoulder. “C’mon, Fren, hurry up.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wizard student, remember? Elvitaere.” A soft yellow light sprang from the pendant tied around his left wrist, enveloping the wagon and causing it to slowly float into the air.

“Oh my,” the goblin gaped. 

Huffing at her friend’s dramatics, Tali nonetheless pushed the wagon’s side, nudging it away from the hole. As soon as all four wheels were over even ground again, Fren ended the spell, letting the wagon gently set back down. The old goblin clapped her hands in delight.

“That was wonderful!” She gushed. “Saved my poor back and everything! Thank you so much, dearies.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tali said. “Is there anything else we could help you with?”

“Well, now I feel silly, but I’d emptied out everything I could to make this old hunk lighter - I don’t suppose the two of you would mind giving me a hand putting it all back, would you?”

Blinking, Fren leaned over to look at the other side of the road. Sure enough, several blankets were spread across the ground, dozens upon dozens of books and knick-knacks and other peddler’s goods piled atop them. He gave Tali a side-eyed glance, and sighed when she glared back.

“Happy to be of assistance, ma’am.”

[triscribeaucollection]

New post pointing to my original book for anyone who wanders over from AO3 this month:

"Ash and ice, hang it all," Crant growled. "Mentras, I need you to hold onto this for me." She bent over to yank the folded parchment from her boot, and shoved it into the goblin's hands before he had time to protest.

"Whoa, wait, hold on! What are you going to do?" His voice went up in pitched as he watched her take several steps back.

"Something incredibly stupid."

(There are too few moments when we get to witness someone make a life-changing decision. Because, perhaps, there are too few moments when such a thing occurs...)

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic] Bruise | fic by @triscribe

Turning Point Trilogy | Rated: G | Length: 7.5 mns

For all that she was several years younger and significantly smaller, Lillia knew how to move with her stolen sword better than both the brothers in-between her and Adrel.

[aobawilliams]

When Burrich said "I tried to raise you to be like your father" and he doesn't realise it worked in the worst of way because in all the way that matters he is Fitz's father

[coalballbaby]

i find absolute delight in how much u bully prowl, keep it up

HAHAHAHAH thank you… if you ever come to the courtyard of the wreckers trilogy lover nation you’ll find me lobbing spoiled fruits and vegetables at him and I’ll offer you a fruit too. best way to enjoy this character. guards summon my 5 likes and I break his legs image yeah thats the one

[triscribe]

You are very, very welcome, and I hope you enjoy the story and not just the extra goodies! But after the library book of course, I understand how the order of these things goes xD

There's something undeniably special about getting to read a book written by a friend.

Thanks @triscribe ! Looking forward to reading it!

(After I finish The Killings at Kingfisher Hill, because that book has to go back to the library, and this beauty I get to keep.)

[fantasy-nerdddd]

The rooftop scene(s)

Today I'll talk about the rooftop scenes. Mainly the first one, from The Hunger Games, but a bit of both. Both of them are quite passable at first, but mean a lot, each in their own way.

In Catching Fire, Chapter 11, Peeta says to Katniss while working on the plant book: "You know, I think this is the first time we've done something normal together." Well, the rooftop scene is the first time they have done anything fun together. Not drawing some plants, not staring at each other's eyelashes (cough cough KATNISS YOU THIRSTY LITTLE GIRL), two teenagers laughing and having fun together just days before they need to go into an arena and kill each other. So rebellious, having fun with your opponent and getting closer before the games, just behind using CPR in the arena. Also, it is the first insight that there's something more going on. Because for Effie to not to train Katniss on walking on heels, it means that Katniss won't need the sponsors.

The first rooftop scene... Well there's two more? I think? The first one is in a garden, however the garden is still on the rooftop so I'll count it. I think these scenes played a big role later. And I also think they are proof that Snow had bugged the rooftop, too. Lavinia was only acknowledged by Peeta in two moments. One, where he covered for Katniss and said that she was Delly Cartwright. That was for just a moment, and for all Snow knows, it wasn't even a lie. And when Katniss explained to him how she knew her. That Katniss didn't protect her. And I think Peeta seeing the girl Katniss couldn't protect being brutally killed, might have helped with the hijacking later on, because it would prove in his mind that Katniss just didn't care about any life, or even worse wanted to see suffering, and that she was heartless towards everyone, not just him. He'd think that anyways, but seeing Lavinia die in the hands of the Capitol just underlined this.

And of course, the elephant in the room... The "I don't want to be another piece in their Games" rooftop scene. Firstly, even though Katniss is the unreliable narrator that she is, we can clearly see Peeta's true character in that scene, if we are not too caught up in Katniss' thoughts and can consider the possibility that Peeta isn't lying. That he values self-awareness, agency and staying true to yourself. Personally, that made me love him even more, wanting to resist the corruption. And of course, that makes his character arc even more tragic. That he became exactly what he resented. A piece in their Games, a monster he's not. And that is another reason I think Snow was watching them the entire time. Snow could have known from the Games that Peeta was against violence. That he adored Katniss. That he'd do anything to save her. But he couldn't have known that Peeta's dying wish was to stay true to himself. Not to be changed by the horrors of the Capitol. He couldn't know that Peeta would absolutely resent himself once he was lucid enough to realise what was going on. And also, yeah I am going to add that this scene might be my favourite foreshadowing of all time. I don't know if Suzanne had planned it all along, she probably didbut I like to think that she didn't, and instead her decision to hijack Peeta went like this:

Suzanne, rereading her own book: I'm stuck. What could I possibly do that will move the plot forward? But doesn't seem cheap? No, I have to reuse an idea. It'd be out of place to just invent facts about Panem. Wait a minute. I could turn a fan favourite (and Katniss favourite) character into an insane 17 y/o so that Katniss will be desperate for revenge and the story has a bit more Angst. The readers will hate me and I don't give a shit

Or maybe

Editor: The love triangle isn't working.

Suzanne: I know. I have expressed my opinion towards the love triangle

Editor: Yes, but it sells more. And you cannot just abandon the idea.

Suzanne: Who says that Katniss can't choose her own boyfriend in the middle of the book and not the end

Editor: Listen... There's still a lot people who like Gale. You can have anyone win her. In fact, I would advise you to stick with Peeta. But the idea of a romance between Gale and Katniss has to have a satisfying ending. So no one can doubt Katniss' decision. But it also needs to feel like a hard choice. Or maybe make it impossible to choose between them anytime before the end.

Suzanne: What if I make Gale kill Prim?

Editor: Wha-

Suzanne: And make him unfathomably annoying the entire book and have him become a violent b*itch because of the war.

Editor: What's preventing Katniss to choose-

Suzanne: What if I make Peeta go insane?

Editor: What!?

Suzanne: What if I make him go insane? He's already in the Capitol, it wouldn't be a hard feat

Editor: But then Katniss couldn't choose either of them!

Suzanne: Not permanently, idiot! You know I have a weakness for Peeta.

[thefairmaidenoffandom]

yes peter parker would drink fanta out of a champagne glass. yes he would do it in a fancy restaurant

[triscribe]

Wolfen's Rage Ch 1

“I think, the longing for home has less to do with the actual place you grew up, and more to do with the memories made there.”

-Captain Dayn Narchin

Claws gleamed in the moonlight.

In the distance, villagers screamed and fled - far closer, a man whimpered on the ground. Recent rain had turned hard-packed dirt to cloying mud, the kind that slid out from even the most carefully-placed feet, let alone those fleeing in a panic.

“Please,” he sobbed, terrified hands scrabbling at the soaked earth. “Please, no, have mercy, I didn’t do anything to you, it wasn’t me!”

From behind blood-stained teeth, a growl emerged, causing the very air to rumble.

The man’s begging grew louder, more frantic. “It was a mistake, a mistake! We weren’t after you, I swear! Please don’t, please-!”

Coiled muscle suddenly launched into motion. Claws and fangs sank into flesh, and the man’s screaming faded into gurgles, then silence. The kill complete, tainted black eyes lifted to lock on the next target: a girl standing further away, clinging to a thin tree in order to stay upright. Her arms and legs trembled, and she gazed back in silent horror.

Claws gleamed in the moonlight.

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Crant’s eyes snapped open.

The young woman rolled off of her bedding onto all fours, and quietly threw up.

After a few minutes of continued dry heaving, she spat to clear her mouth and sat back. The surrounding fields were quiet, shoulder-high grass swaying gently in the moonlight. Tilting her head upwards, Crant stared at the double moons overhead: one blue and nearly full, the other yellow and down to a mere sliver. Crant squinted. She thought the horizon to the east looked a bit brighter, against an otherwise pitch black sky.

With a sigh, she stood, and began to pack away her little campsite.

Bedding was rolled into a tight bundle and tied to her knapsack, inside of which were stashed her eating utensils, a few sewing necessities, and two practically empty water skins. Boots and gloves were pulled on, then the cold ashes of her cooking fire kicked over the little puddle of vomit. That done, Crant shouldered her pack, tightened her sword belt, and set off.

Soft moonlight bathed the landscape in muted colors, but below the grass blades, shadows reigned supreme. Crant tested each step before commiting, which didn’t lend well to moving quickly, but ensured she wouldn’t trip down into a hole, and gave her something to concentrate on besides what had woken her up in the first place.

Nightmares were awful to have stuck replaying through one’s mind. Nightmarish memories, even more so.

About the time Crant reached a rise in the earth, where the grass dropped to merely waist-height, golden light broke to the east. Parunt’s rising, as always, cast the sky in a painter’s dream of colors, ambers and oranges and reds of all shades. Crant, though, took one glance at the bloody crimson staining the horizon, and afterwards kept her gaze firmly on the ground beneath her feet.

Which was probably why she didn’t notice the other camp until nearly walking into it.

Catching herself at the last moment, Crant froze. Eyes darting around the trampled down clearing, she noted the triangular fire pit, still full of glowing embers, and the bedroll lined with metallic thread, where a thick-set figure sprawled.

Keeping her breathing silent, Crant began to carefully back away from the camp. Her distracted mind forgot to test the ground, however, and her right foot came down solidly on a length of dry, brittle stalk.

It broke with a loud snap, and the previously sleeping dwarf bolted upright.

“Zikin edz virk? Show yourself!”

Crant didn’t dare twitch. She knew her worn clothes blended well with the shadowed grass, and that movement would be the most likely thing to give her away. Several long moments later, the dwarf ceased studying the boundaries of her camp with a suspicious grunt. She settled back onto her bedroll, and Crant let out a silent exhale of relief.

And then threw herself flat on the ground, to avoid the massive warhammer that came hurtling towards her head.

Bellowing a battle cry, the dwarf charged after her weapon, an equally large mace held high in her left hand, ready to swing down at the first available target. 

Crant didn’t give her one. She rolled across the ground, snatching a handful of dirt as she went, and flung it up into the dwarf’s eyes as she turned to follow. Snarling, the warrior swung her mace in a wide arc, deterring any frontal assault - not that Crant bothered with such. As soon as she pulled her feet back under herself, she lunged for the open space of the campsite. The dwarf recovered quickly and darted after her. Thankfully, she clearly wasn’t expecting the same trick twice, and had to stop again when Crant threw embers straight from the fire pit at her face.

This time, instead of fleeing again, Crant jumped around her opponent, drawing her sword as she went. A quick turn and attempted parry weren’t quite enough to prevent the woman from lunging with her blade-

-and holding it still against the dwarf’s neck. The warrior froze, gleaming eyes narrow as they studied her predicament.

Then, she barked out a laugh.

“Alright, you win this round,” she said, dropping her mace and holding both hands up. “What’s it to be, then, bandit? Rob me blind? Chop off my head and then rob me blind?”

Crant glared at her for a long moment. “I’d rather just leave you to your business, if you’ll stop attacking those who accidentally disturb your camp.” And with that, she lowered her sword, quickly backing off a few steps. The dwarf blinked, clearly startled.

“You, aren’t a thief?” At Crant’s stiff nod, the warrior winced. “Akz. I apologize. It won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not,” the woman huffed. “Goodbye, then.”

“Wait!” Crant paused. “I’ve damaged my honor by attackin’ you without cause, stranger - let me restore it by offerin’ you something.”

“...Offer me what?”

“Whatever you need! I have provisions, a few valuables- and my weapons, of course, if you’re in need of an extra combatant!”

Considering the potential downsides of sticking around, Crant hesitated long enough that her stomach interrupted by rumbling. “Share some breakfast with me, and we’ll call it even.”

“Gladly!"

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(First chapter of my self-published novel; signed copies available for sale over on ko-fi.)

[triscribeaucollection]

Trials of Youth Ch 8

(A centaur, minotaur, and kitsune walk into an ambush... except it's the Goddess of Fate who wants a quick word. And to provide them with snacks)

(Aka I'm trying to trick my brain into working on the next chapter of my second book, and it is. Proving Uncooperative. So here, have some teenage shenanigans and tell me what y'all think)

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“You can’t be serious.”

Lepl winced, and tried to give his best friend a discouraging poke in the ribs. But Mifu just batted his hand away, scowling at their third companion.

Sana, in return, folded her arms and glared back up at him. “I’m perfectly serious. As long as it’s here, why not use the road?”

“Because it’s an Arriv road! As in, Arriv use it! And if we try to do the same, we’ll almost certainly get caught!”

“Almost,” Sana pointed out, “Is not the same as absolute. Besides, I can smell any Arriv coming half a mile away! We’ll have plenty of time to vanish up into the long grass-”

Before he could second guess himself, Lepl coughed. “Uh, no. You can vanish into the grass, sure. Me and Mifu? Not so much.”

To her credit, the kitsune actually paused to consider his point. “...fine. Maybe we won’t use the road, then, but we can still travel alongside it. Or is that also too risky for your tastes?”

Mifu’s scowl deepened, his tail swishing with annoyance at Sana’s tone. But he didn’t protest further, and soon enough the three of them set off, winding through the low sloped hills that lined the stone causeway.

Lepl was used to temporary hoof-paths through grass, or the odd track worn down to bare dirt, and part of him felt sorely tempted to go take a look at how the road was crafted. But the rest of him knew good and well Mifu would pitch the all-mightiest of fits if he tried, so that was out. Instead, to keep himself occupied, the minotaur reached into one of the packs slung across Mifu’s lower back and dug around for his thread kit.

While the boys maintained a steady gait, Sana kept periodically darting up the hills around them, nose raised to the sky, ears twitching as she turned in place to scan their surroundings. It took a few back and forth passes for her to notice the frame in Lepl’s hands. “What are you doing?”

“Weaving,” he answered.

Face scrunching up, she drifted closer for a better look. “That little thing is a loom?”

“Sure is.” Lepl briefly paused running his needle through the vertical strands, and held it out for her to see. “My grandmother notched and put the bones together for the frame ages ago, when bad storms kept us inside the entire cold season and I was bored. My hands are bigger now, but I still like to use this one instead of something larger.”

“For what? You can’t possibly make any useful sized cloth on that.”

Mifu snorted. “He gives everything he makes to my father. Sew enough small squares together and they become a blanket just fine; an extra warm one, too, if you double layer it and stuff the inside with dry grass.”

Sana’s head stayed tipped to one side as she watched Lepl resume his work. “...I’ll take your word for it.”

But she didn’t go on ahead of them again. Instead, the kitsune stayed by Lepl’s side, paying attention to how he switched between dark and light shades of blue yarn, gradually adding more layers to his small bit of cloth. Apparently it proved so interesting for her that the woodsmoke ahead never registered.

The three of them came around the edge of a particularly wide hill, and walked right into a small campsite.

Lepl tripped and nearly fell flat on his face. Mifu froze with a front leg still raised off the ground. Sana’s hands leapt towards her weaponry. And the little old Arriv - drab green skin, with long hair wrapped up in a scarf, but did that mean a goblin or orc - just kept on turning the odd contraption set up over her fire. The scent of roasting sweet nuts filled the air.

“Don’t fret yourselves, now,” the Arriv called, without looking over her shoulder. “You don’t cause me any trouble, I won’t cause you any either.”

Sana promptly snarled, leaping to place herself in front of the boys, but didn’t draw either of her blades. “You’re trespassing, goblin.”

“Oh? This is the Borderlands territory, child. I believe that means you must be trespassing as well.”

Another snarl made Lepl slowly reach forward, and curl his hand around Sana’s shoulder. “No trouble intended, uh, ma’am. We’ll just go around, now.”

The goblin hummed. She picked up an empty cloth pouch, and used a thin metal rod and hook to tip over her spinning pot contraption, pouring roasted nuts into the bag. “You’ll hit the town of Plaimik in another day or so, if you keep following the road. They’re rather famous around these parts, if you didn’t know.”

Lepl exchanged a wary glance with Mifu, who asked, “Famous for, what, exactly?”

“Biggest gladiator arena of any slave town in the Borderlands. If you aren’t trying to go there, I’d suggest heading at least half a day north in order to go around.”

She’d been trembling faintly when Lepl first touched her, but at that, Sana went completely still beneath his hand. “...what’s it matter to you?”

“Oh, very much or very little, depending on your choices.” The goblin plucked a nut back out of the pouch, and popped it into her mouth.

“That is not an answer.”

“Would you prefer I stay silent and not say anything at all?” Chuckling lightly, the goblin pulled the pouch’s drawstring closed, and then- then tossed it to Mifu, who caught the thing with a startled yelp. “A parting gift, as thanks for not attacking my little old self. Go to Plaimik or sneak around, as you will, but I won’t let anyone claim Shan let them leave without some token or other.”

“Uhh... thank you?” Mifu poked the pouch cautiously. Lepl leaned a little closer and breathed deeply through his nose, mouth already watering. The goblin only chuckled again, turning back to her fire and picking up a larger sack to pour more nuts into the pot contraption. Lepl backed up first, pulling Sana along with Mifu right behind them, and they went around the hill to continue onward. “...are we going north?”

“Of course not,” Sana snapped, shoulders still clearly tense even after she shrugged off Lepl’s hand. “I can’t afford to lose that much time. And we are not eating those!”

“Why not?” Lepl asked. “They smell good. And she ate one, so they can’t be poisoned.”

“Like there aren’t herbs that don’t affect Arriv but will kill Amkyn!”

Mifu rolled his eyes and let Lepl snag the still-warm pouch from his hands. “I think you’ve got that backwards. There’s only a few things bad for Amkyn across the board, but plenty of stuff that won’t bother our stomachs while doing awful things to Arriv who try to eat them.”

Sana muttered something rude, but at least didn’t try to stop Lepl from tossing a couple of nuts in his mouth and crunching down. “Ooh - these are tasty! Mifu, try some!”

The two of them managed to work through most of the pouch by the time Sana relented, and stole the remaining nuts for herself.

[luke-shywalker]

i’m a reylo today apparently

[sewermageboy]

Just saw an article about how ppl would want to see the Mass Effect trilogy as a Netflix show, and.

I think I would honestly rather set myself on fire.

Have people still not understood that the only way that could go would be major disappointment for everyone involved??

[worriesndoodles]

thoughts on tgaa themes: is the topic kinda "live long enough to become a villain"? like im still not finished even with the twisted karma case but i already had a lot of hunches from the first game about the "true" villains and i feel like even runo said "you did/became exactly what you despise" on multiple occasions in both games

for sure the main obvious evil guy has the same arc in my thoughts? not sure how kazuma places in this area yet

[inhales-agressively]

i just watched an hour of star wars ytp's

[autizta]

I am playing Spyro: Ripto's Rage for the first time and I'm not the biggest fan of the story

I don't know, it feels weak and rushed which works with the simpler objectives and lore given to us in the game before it, but not with this one, it's got such a big world with so much going on but the plot does not keep up with what it wants to be

I totally understand why this happened and it is a shame, but I think it can be easily fixed by fleshing out the characters around him and introducing a clearer objective for Spyro, that makes sense for his character and is also more fleshed out. Such as oh I don't know, proving himself and riling up people against an empire.

I wrote a conceptual introduction for this plot in Read More, enjoy

It's a normal day in the Dragonlands, where Spyro is organizing a pile of gems

Cameras: So, Spyro, you are very well off after your last adventure, what are you gonna do with all those gems?

Spyro: Isn't it obvious? I'm spending it on my vacation to Avalar

Cameras: Isn't that outside the Dragonlands?

Spyro: Yeah but it's full of awesome different creatures, including my two radical friends who invited me there, Hunter the Cheetah and Elora the Faun

Camera: Then... that means you'll be the first dragon to tour Avalar?

Spyro: Yeah I'm sure the locals will be crazy about me, it's gonna be epic

Meanwhile, on Ripto's castle in Avalar...Ripto is throwing a tantrum while watching the TV

He is paranoid and angry, first Spyro, then what's next? His grand, beautiful and orderly kingdom ruled by the beastly, ugly and unruly dragons? Spyro represented everything he hated, and every second of peace he took from him Ripto swore to take it from Spyro as well

Ripto: PROFESSOR!!!!!!!

The small creature skittered as fast as he could to his ruler, nervous and clumsy

Professor: Y-yes my lord?

Ripto: LOOK! *he points at the TV* there's a DRAGON coming to my kingdom!! How long until he gets here????

The professor takes out a notepad and writes some things down, while Ripto watches him intently

Professor: about...15 minutes I'd say?

Ripto: NO! I must hurry while there's still time!

He pushes the scientist to the side and rushes to open the door, where his minions pretend to not have been listening in this whole time

Ripto: ALL GUARDS ON ALERT, A THREAT IS COMING AND WE HAVE WORK TO DO!

Meanwhile, Spyro is on his flight to Avalar, it seems he is arriving, but not too long after he lands he is surrounded, he fights with all his might until the locals seem to start trapping him, when things seem too tough he is finally saved by his friends!

Hunter is quick while Elora is strong, they're quite the duo together and take out the enemies successfully, Spyro is still confused though.

Spyro: Well THAT just happened

Elora: I'm so sorry Spyro, I know that wasn't the reception you expected, it wasn't what I expected either

Hunter: We should have though, this is all my fault, I knew we should have just gone to the Dragonlands, I was gonna suggest it but-

Elora: Hunter, stop searching for ways to blame yourself okay? The only one to blame here is Ripto

Spyro: Hold on you two I'm completely lost, what's going on here, who's Ripto, what's he got to do with all this and where is he so I can flame him on his face?

Elora: I'll explain, Ripto is the jackass currently in charge of the Avalar kingdoms

Hunter: GASP Elora!!!

Elora: What??? It's true okay! I don't care if a Dragon ate his grandma or anything, not a single other faun is as much of an annoying dick about it as he is. He's seen you on TV Spyro, and he hates you

Hunter: So now out of nowhere he enforced a bunch of security measures in all of the Summer Forests, and put a bounty on your head *he shows Spyro a badly drawn sign that reads "DRAGON: Dead or Alive 10000 gems"*

Spyro: That looks nothing like me! Oh when I see that Ripto guy he's TOAST

Elora: Now hold on Spyro you are NOT facing Ripto alone

Hunter: Yeah, I will

Elora: NO ONE will face Ripto alone

They both seem slightly annoyed at Elora

Elora: Look, we are not the only ones dissatisfied, I for one can tell the other faun don't like these brutish guards ordering us around, despite being afraid of dragons because of Ripto they are much, much more afraid of Ripto himself. If we can show to them you are on our side we can start a revolution!

Hunter: WHAT?

Elora: I'm serious!!

Hunter and Elora start to argue, Spyro tries to get their attention to no avail, suddenly a burning ship flies above their heads and they finally look to the dragon

Spyro: So, I came here to chill and find out fame has its consequences, there is a bounty on my head, it's a lot to take in at once

Hunter: Sorry, Spyro

Elora: You're right, Spyro

Spyro: Which is why Elora is right, this revolution is going to be FIRE! LET'S GOOO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR COME ON!!!

And he rushes ahead of them giving them 0 time to think or say anything, and they both rush after him.

[triscribe]

Tri's first attempt at a personality quiz

So I made a Thing

Very much an on the fly sort of Thing, so we'll see if it turned out well or ends up going on the scrap pile for take two.

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