#high fantasy wip

[memento-morri-writes]

high fantasy wip snippet: the collector of souls

this is a little bit from the prologue for High Fantasy WIP! It's our introduction to our Narrator, as well as his mistress, the Lady of Ravens.

“Ah, [Name], you’ve returned. Tell me, what souls do you bring?” Her voice is cold and sharp, like a stiletto made of ice. It pierces my mind, and I speak up quickly. “My lady, I have brought you the souls of three thousand soldiers, freshly killed in battle.” I open my mouth wide, and the souls rush out of my mouth. I’ve never quite gotten used to the feeling. Their desperation always tickles my throat.  They stream forth in a torrent of energy. The Lady holds out her hand, and they all surge towards it, eager, hopeful. As they gather in her palm, she lifts her hand up to her face, examining the souls carefully. After a moment she makes a swift gesture with her fingers, and the souls vanish, pulled into whatever eternity awaits them. I pause, waiting to see her reaction. She looks down at me, eyes narrowing. “And?” I shift from one foot to the other, squirming under her icy gaze. “My lady, I have the soul of a warmonger. The architect for this conflict. He has killed thousands, and feels no remorse.” I open my mouth again and this time the soul that comes out does so slowly. It drags slowly up my throat, leaving a bitter residue on my tongue. I spit it at the Lady’s feet, almost gagging on the taste. Monsters always taste terrible, especially the human ones.  The Lady reaches down, picking up the foul soul between two thin white fingers, each tipped with long, pointed black nails. The soul squirms in her grip, thrashing back and forth. The most wicked are always the most reluctant to face death. She examines the soul, unperturbed by its increasingly desperate attempts to escape. She frowns, reading something in the soul that I cannot, then smiles. She tosses the soul up in the air, and it swells briefly, surging forwards towards freedom. But then it is pulled back, sucked down towards the Lady’s open mouth. A blink of an eye, and its gone. She closes her eyes, a look of contentment on her face. I shudder against my will. The Lady only eats the most vile souls, those who have done such wrong that they are not allowed an afterlife, not even one of punishment.

High Fantasy WIP Taglist: @andromedaexists

[doriians]

FATE’S PROTÉGÉS!!

ARE YOU A SOLDIER OF THE NEVERWAR? A DISILLUSIONED, ADVENTURE-HUNGRY ACADEMIC? DO YOU HAVE A WORLD-ENDING PROPHECY WEIGHING HEAVILY ON YOUR SHOULDERS?

TAKE YOUR CHANCES IN THE FORESTS OF GWENAR AND RISK IT ALL FOR GLORY, WEALTH, AND POWER BEYOND YOUR IMAGINATION!

A prequel to my main series, Masks and Madness.

SUMMARY.

FOR LLEVAN AND ZIRA, THE POWER SOURCE DISCOVERED IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF GWENAR IS THEIR ONLY HOPE. JOINING FORCES WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND RIL, ZIRA’S SISTER ERZSE, AND ONE LONG-SUFFERING BANDIT DOMINI, LLEVAN AND ZIRA HEAD FOR THE KINGDOM THAT PROMISES A POWER STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK THE PROPHECY THAT THREATENS TO TEAR THEM — AND THE WORLD — APART.

BUT THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS, AND THE JOURNEY TO GWENAR PAVED WITH CHALLENGES. BEHIND THEM, THE NEVERWAR RAGES ON, AND A DANGEROUS FIGURE FROM THEIR NOT-SO-DISTANT PAST THREATENS TO DRAG THEM BACK TO THE FRONT LINES.

LLEVAN ISN’T SO SURE HIS BOYFRIEND KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING. THEY’RE IN OVER THEIR HEADS, AND THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE ENDS ARE VICTORY OR DEATH. ONE THING HE KNOWS FOR CERTAIN IS THAT FATE HAS ALWAYS PROVEN HERSELF UNKIND TO THOSE WHO DEFY HER. FOR THE FIRST TIME, LLEVAN KNOWS ZIRA’S ARROGANT NAÏVETÉ IS GOING TO HAVE CONSEQUENCES THEY MIGHT NOT SURVIVE.

INCLUDES.

An all-queer main cast; Found family turned found tragedy; Self-fulfilling fate; An unsettlingly desperate hunger for power; Four fantasy languages, Ambition & corruption, Outrunning destiny, fantasy horse girls, and unhappy unending endings.

THE RUNAWAYS.

LLEVAN ADEJ is twenty four years old and a recent graduate from Eirfin. Barred from the front lines of the Neverwar because of his parents’ villainous background, he works instead as a healer, saving the lives of those around him through his Hand of Theory. He is determined to break the prophecy that hangs over his and Zira’s heads at (almost) any cost. Llevan is quiet, but stubborn, and has (as expected) a serious complex about villainy.

ZIRA XAROSEN. Born to two of the kingdom’s most renowned war heroes, Zira wishes his life was as easy as people believed. The subject of a nasty prophecy, destined to bring an end to the war, and his rapidly increasing fear of dying, all lead him to some desperate — and dangerous — decisions. At twenty four, he already has the most powerful Hand in Life Magic ever seen, and Zira is entirely oblivious to the broiling consequences he is about to face.

ERZSE XAROSEN, on the other hand, has a Hand of Death, and at an angry nineteen years old, she’s not afraid to use it. Desperate to join the war and desperate to join her friends, Erzse knows following Zira to Gwenar is the first step on her path to greatness. Experiencing the world for the first time out of the safety of her kingdom leaves her rattled and uncertain—but it’s what happens after that changes her forever.

RILAN BRECCH has been followed by tragedy since his fifteenth birthday. Eager to please and even more eager to help his friends, he abandons his position as the first openly transgender soldier to make the journey to Gwenar with them. Rilan is Zira’s best friend, Llevan’s confidante, and possesses a powerful Hand over the Elements. Only twenty years old, he doesn’t think much about changing the world. He has no idea that he’s about to.

DOMINI LEROY is fucking tired. They didn’t ever imagine joining forces with the enemy, but as a Neverwar deserter, they know both sides would be willing to hang them for treason. Twenty-two, gifted with Illusion, and more street-wise than the rest put together, their resourcefulness proves invaluable in the journey to Gwenar. They might, however, have changed their mind if they knew what it would lead to.

DRAFT PROGRESS.

I started writing this novel in 2020 after developing the idea in 2019 (right after writing draft one of The Hero’s Protégé!), but it’s been on hiatus for two years since! Now, however, it’s a different story. I’m back and willing to grind to get it finished (hopefully this year).

I’m currently tidying up what I’ve got of the first draft (40k~ words), and then I plan to continue writing every day! You’ll be able to find my writing and development of this novel on my blog, probably under the #wip; fate’s protégés tag.

So SO excited to share this with people: if you want to be added to the Fate’s Protégés taglist, please let me know!!!

[daughter-of-inklings]

WIP Intro : The Book Keeper ☆.｡.:*

♥ genre: fantasy, adventure, faerytale retelling

♥  tropes:

faerytale retellings, like all of them, lost princess, found family, child soldier, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, morally grey antagonist, dragons (!!!)

♥ status: drafting

♥ type: book 1 of a trilogy

♥ themes:

the weight & consequences of choice, exploring duty v. free-will, healing and growing from trauma, chosen family is as important as blood family, eugenics (portrayed negatively), fate as agency

♥ synopsis:

Book Keepers have been around since time immemorial, created by the gods to act as historians over the worlds they’d created, guarding over their stories from the shadows. The title is passed through blood, the rules to follow simple: 

Let the story stay its predetermined course.

Do not intervene or interact with either story or characters.

Maintain order, at all costs.

Death is inevitable for some, victories assured for others, confining them to their fates for the sake of balance and tradition. The nobility have grown negligent and slack, knowing their children will suffer no curse that cannot be broken, no torment that a kiss or sentient animal cannot undo. The residents have grown hopeless and complacent, constricted to playing backdrop in others’ lives and providing all that is needed of them.

There came a time, however, when the Keeper was lost to the carelessness of the bloodlines, leaving the stories to their own. Stolen from their crib underneath the crown’s nose, the newborn Keeper-to-be disappeared without a trace, nowhere to be found. Bewildered, the characters sought to create their new free-willed paths free of restraints only to find that every choice made led to the same place again, again, and again. Without the Keeper’s magick to change their fates, all remained as before, any hope gone as more and more characters failed to find them. 

Almost two decades passed before word of a new Keeper reached them. A mysterious child from beyond the forest not yet aware of the powers she possesses. Young, without the slightest idea of her role; the only hope they have. 

♥ associated tag on this blog : #gasalea the book keeper , #gasalea

[seabringers]

THE PALE COMET. — wip by @seabringers

Genre: high fantasy

Camp Nano Goal: a cohesive outline & first few chapters written

POV: third person limited

Includes: princess incognito, lesbian pov character, family dynamics, cultural exchanges, courtly schemes, more or less an excuse for me to use the word outlander and step into my world some 180 yrs before my main story to do a smaller project first

SUMMARY.

In 429 CE, when a bright and burning comet begins to pass over the world in the ninth and last year of the young queen of queen's minority, all believe it to be a great omen sent by the One Mother herself.

Not long after, a strange woman calling herself Duruva commissions archipelago-born adventurer Helen to escort her to the Free State in the west, despite her reservations about having to cross the mountains and deserts, the coin is just too good to refuse.

However, no journey ever goes smoothly.

[sopadeoliva]

2 AM sketch that i may or may not finish someday of that fantasy high scene that never left my mind

[gretashand]

ahahahahahahahahahaaha another render test i feel like im going insane but i will go even more insane if i dont finish this

ITS FINISHED NOW HERES THE LINK

[hankandmonty]

The cleric mortality rate in fantasy high is impressive

[bthemistake]

Late night wip :)

I drew this while fighting off sleep, knowing I'm going to have to fix something in the morning, goodnight!

[Image Description: The bad kids, from the show Dimension 20, Fantasy High: Junior Year, are sat around a table eating cottage cheese ala mode, worn out from a fight and dreading the first day back at school. This is a digital sketch/line art piece that is incomplete]

[meag-writes]

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

Name: Maren Rinner Pendragon

Title: Princess of Eiremoor

Pronouns: She/her

Aliases: Aislin of Vorta

House: Conant (House of the Phoenix)

Age: 23 (Crimson)

Species: 3/4 Human, 1/4 Fae

Ethnicity: Eiremoor/Moorish

Date of Birth: May 22 3 AWF

Parents: Alastair Pendragon (Father), Moira Rinner (Mother); Davina Blythe (Stepmother)

Siblings: Petyr Conant (Twin brother), Lilibet Conant (Half-sister)

Friends/Allies: Elodie Blythe of Vorta (Lady-in-waiting), Ahren of Eiremoor (Advisor to the crown), Captain Lukas Rinner (Personal Guard), Song Yongwang (Royal Healer), Lee Bari/Song Miyoung (Former Assassin of the Crimson Guild, advisor in the Court of Wolves)

Romantic Interests: Lars Jordahl (Ex-fiancé), Silas of Vorta/Damen Silvanus Aeneas (Boyfriend)

Enemies: King Raynor Jordahl (Ex’s father, King of Garda), Lars Jordahl (Ex-fiancé, Crown Prince of Garda), Lee Tangun (Leader of the Crimson Guild)

Biography:

Maren was born to King Alastair of Eiremoor and his first wife, Moira Rinner, along with her twin brother, three years after the War of the Fae. Her mother died in childbirth. When Maren was seven, her father married his second wife, Lady Davina Blythe. When she was twelve years old, Maren and her twin brother, Petyr, snuck out to visit the Bazaar. Every year since, she has visited the Oracle of the Bazaar. When Maren was seventeen years old, her half sister, Lilibet, was born, and when she was eighteen, she was engaged to the Crown Prince Lars Jordahl of Garda, though the engagement fell through six weeks later.

Personality:

Maren was a curious child from a young age. She dreamed of wandering the continents and living among the common people. Maren’s special interests in her schooling were literature and alchem.

MBTI: INTP

Enneagram: 5w4

Archetype(s): The Hero

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Religion: The Divine (former)



[memento-morri-writes]

badly summarized wip poll tag

I was tagged by the amazing @cherrybombfangirlwrites! Thanks, Anna!!

I'm going to tag @ink-fireplace-coffee @rose-bookblood @aritany @atomatowriter @andromedaexists and also make this an open tag! <3

[acadieum]

up to no good.. 🤫

[daughter-of-inklings]

WIP Intro : The Lost Princess of Yggdrasil ☆.｡.:*

♥ genre: fantasy, adventure

♥  tropes:

chosen one, reluctant hero, lost princess, found family, reincarnation, child soldier, childhood friends to lovers, morally grey antagonist, dragons (!!!)

♥ status: heavy revising and re-writing!

♥ type: book 1 of a trilogy

♥ themes:

the weight & consequences of choice, religious undertones exploring duty v. free-will, healing and growing from trauma, chosen family is as important as blood family, the gods are flawed and human at their core,

♥ can be read : here !

♥ synopsis:

Nobody knows with certainty what happened on the dawn of the princess's sixth birthday. One moment the peace bustled with excitement for the day's festivities, the other saw the kingdom devoured by azure flames. Some say it'd been a long time coming for the winged elves' vanity in trying to protect the gods from the spite of their creations, others blamed the young princess as a curse set loose upon a world that turned their backs on the divine. The flames died with a passing rain, and with it the gods' chosen people.

A decade in passing, the wounds left by the flames scarred and tragedy turned to song. Whispers of war plague the fragile peace at the eve of the Lunnaelian Empress's daughter's birthday, a figure of eyes ringed with silver at their center. The daughter of a king since forgotten returns to unite the remnants of the feathered children and claim that which is owed her by birthright. The fates of the self proclaimed empress and the mysterious princess, bound by blood, lay waiting in the forest dark and deep with its promises of an eternal sleep.

♥ associated tag on this blog : #uvodell the lost princess , #uvodell

[greyallison]

A lil preview of upcoming Ayda and Fig fluff. As a treat.

[linposter]

"Say hi intrepid heroes!" (wip)

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[gretashand]

I am continuing to be normal about this