#jotober day 31

[ask-detroitpolice-rk900]

Day Thirty-one: Slice

Simon was beautiful. Tied up on the floor, helpless...Now all he needed was that information. Where was Markus? He needed to know! If Simon were a human, he would threaten him with a knife, cut his skin if he decided to be stubborn.

He wasn't, though. A knife would be useless, except to cut some wires, and Conrad could easily rip them if he felt like it. Still...he had to get that information somehow...What to do, what to do...

@softservesimon Your message inspired me to write a thing. Good?

[chanteraelle]

Jotober - Day 31: Slice

Mualira drew the sword out slowly from its sheath, a sharp metallic song ringing as she did so. Alfira gasped as it was revealed. The sword’s edges curved upwards to form a tip so pointed that it could have sliced a blade of grass in two, or split a shard of water so that each half made its way down the finely-honed blade. In the forest glade, the sunlight shifted through perfectly so that a single ray crowned the point. Alfira wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn that the trees had moved a little just to make sure that it looked like that.

The teeth along the one edge were immaculately made, each minuscule and serrated evenly. There was something in its appearance which satiated some primal need within her - she couldn’t tell what, but Alfira instinctively knew that this sword could not have been born from the fires of a man. It was a thing worthy of being touched only by the gods - it was not something which should ever even pass the sight of a mortal. Yet here she was.

As the sword twisted beneath the stained canopy, no matter which way it turned, there was still a pristine and sacred coldness to it. She was too afraid to touch it, or even approach it - how had Mualira come across such a thing? “In the days when the Mother Goddess had not yet disappeared, I served under her.” Mualira lifted her gaze from the sword. “This was one of her parting presents, I suppose you could say. Chemerethilia, the one weapon that has passed the halls of Erethilium which can cut the fabric of the universe itself. It was fashioned by the Dward Lord in the earliest days, and granted the breath of the Mother Goddess, patron of the living, and the spirit of the Fae Queen, patron of all things which flow.”

To emphasise her point, Mualira swung the sword around in a wide arc, and true to its blessings, the weapon moved seamlessly, not even a whistle made in the still air. The blade seemed to be crafted from the strands of a racing river, so thin and silent it was. 

Alfira knew it was an object of reverence, a sanctified altar and emblem. Even though the hilt bore no adornments, there was still something astoundingly powerful and authoritative in the brutal simplicity of its design. It was a blade filled with purpose, and which bore its own beauty. 

Jotober Tag List: @writer-grandma, @ashesconstellation, @omgbrekkerkaz and @maskedlady

[writegeist-muse]

#31 SLICE

welp, we made it, guys, this is the last post for Jotober 2018. I'm glad I decided to take my friend's suggestion, even though neither of us knew (at the time) that there was an October challenge for writers. this was really great for me as a way to get back into the habit of writing and working on my passion projects. it did tell me that I'm definitely more conditioned to working in other, more particular formats and it's been a long while since I wrote this much prose, but because of this I've written snippets for pieces of story that have never existed beyond a concept or mental movie, so this was quite an adventure. I hope anyone who read any of my Jotober pieces enjoyed the read, all these snippets hold very special places in my heart and I'm glad to now have shared them with the world. until next time, happy writing and Happy Halloween!!!

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The fiercer the combat became, the more the world slowed down around Rune as she pelted down the slope littered with chunks of debris and fallen bodies. Rian, Taran, Raiden, and Tryllyx fanned out on her right, while Petras, Clarion, and Gabriel brought up the left.

An eruption of gold light to her right was followed by an unearthly roar - Tryllyx had shed her glamour and shifted mid-stride into her largest battle form. On Rune’s left, a sickly cracking and growling forced her to shift her gaze for a second - Petras was shifting as he ran, breaking bones making him stumble and emit half-choking howls. Rune tore her eyes away from the horrible sight and waited to hear the longer strides of his Lycan form keeping pace with her sprint. Rian’s shift was much more subdued and Rune grinned as the redhead was replaced by a beautiful loping white wolf lolling its tongue at her.

A small wall of debris rose up to meet them. Rune slowed for a half a step and Petras sped up, planting his feet to skid to a stop just in front of the wall. As Rune approached, he laced his fingers and she gauged her jump off. For a split second as he matched her downward fall into his hands, the pair’s eyes met. Matched pairs of fangs glinted in broad grins before Petras was launching Rune up and over, her body stretching to her full height to let her flip and aim feet first towards the fray. A pair of small hands wrapped around her upper arms and Rune shot a grin up to Clarion, the half-Aernjül girl’s wings casting an ethereal glow.

“Where to?”

“We gotta find Gwyllion! She said she’d be with Titania!”

“Next stop, Queen of the Fairies!”

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Clarion and Rune reached part of the royal battle squad before the rest of their group. A finger tapping her biceps warned Rune just before Clarion dropped her. The cat girl impacted in a cloud of dust and immediately used it as cover to work her way across the battle field towards Gwyllion. The Fae was smattered with dust and blood and her twin swords flung ichor across the ground as she swiped them through the gut of another Nuil soldier.

As she straightened up, chest heaving with effort, Rune sped up and leapt by in front of Gwyllion to dig lengthy claws into the chest of an other oncoming dark fairy. Rune sunk her fangs into the woman’s throat and ripped, tasting the warm metallic tang of blood across her tongue as the body fell with her on top of it. She spat the hunk of flesh out and quickly hunkered down into fighting stance.

“Glad you made it!” Gwyllion moved to stand back to back with Rune. “I was starting to wonder.”

Rune grinned, showing off her blood-stained mouth. “Sorry we couldn’t make it earlier, had some loose ends to tie up.”

“The rest of the gang?”

A chorus of snarling growls, echoing howls, and screamed battle cries was the answer as a collection of various figures poured into the area, some swarmed with enemies, some pelting towards the two girls. Rune’s teeth sharpened, the tips of her ears quivering with anticipation as she watched the rest of her group finish dealing with their targets and gather around.

“At your service, Princess!” The mouth of Tryllyx’s great War Wolf form was full of bits of flesh and bone as she spoke. Gwyllion nodded and swung her swords, ridding them of a coat of muck before she charged towards an oncoming battalion.

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The group of warriors systematically worked their way through squares and streets, taking out whatever opposed them and now they had finally found the rest of the royal Faes. Gwyllion cut down another body and squealed as she looked around. “There’s my mom!”

They made for the loose ring of Nuil, between which they could see both Titania and Oberon in full combat. Their shining armor was dull in places, and they could see the queen and king had not escaped injury.

A ear-shattering wail went up around them and the animalistic fighters cringed at the pitch. Gabriel looked over his shoulder and paled. “Get to the Queen! Protect the royal family!” The others looked back and their pace increased exponentially. A wave of glittering black was flooding down the street behind them, waves upon waves of Nuil hellbent on killing those who had fended off their conquest. The group crashed through the ring around the royals and whirled around, taking up defensive positions.

“Oh no they don’t, I am not letting them come at me while I wait for the slaughter!”

Everyone was shocked at Titania’s outraged screech as she practically flew through their defense and directly into the oncoming horde. They moved to follow but the flurry of motion from within the horde stopped them dead. Nuil bodies were flung into an actual whirlwind, slashed and broken and snapped as Titania began moving in circles faster and faster, her wild red hair whipping about as fiercely as her swords. Gone were the elegant and great butterfly wings, replaced with a full pair of long, crisp dragonfly wing that glittered like polished steel.

Tryllyx made to follow the queen but Oberon ran up and grabbed at the scruff of her neck. “Go in there and she’ll cut right through you!”

As if drawn to the striking fairy, every Nuil that entered the square made directly for the massacre happening before them. The wind glittered with pure power and Titania’s armor flashed in the light as she single-handedly took on the darkest of her kind.

The group stared, horridly transfixed as she directed her swords every which way, as she lopped off arms and legs and heads. But the greatest shock came when the Nuil waves seemed to finally grow too great and collapse in on her. Beams of light shot between the bodies, forcing the other fighters to shield their eyes. Through the light, they could see Titania revolving faster than sight, a blur of white and red and silver and rainbows. Her arms were outstretched, swords extended to pair with the dragonfly wings flared out stiffly from her back as they sliced through everything in their path, Nuil and object alike.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Day 31 - Slice

Sticky sweet surprise, Licking lips longingly, In intricate icing, Carefully crafted congratulations, Everyone enjoys eating.    

[paladin-andric]

Jotober, Day 31: Ripe

Welp, here’s the final one! Senci and co. head off to a totally not halloween party! It’s been a long and winding path here, and I’m glad to wrap up inktober. Hope you enjoyed!

“When’s he gonna be here?”

Senci sat before the fireplace, legs kicking as he impatiently waited for his mentor.

“Should be anytime now!” Vok hollered from the bedroom. The tall lizard walked into the living room, wearing an antiquated plumed helmet and fumbling with the ties to his robes. His claws pulled at the knot near his neck, the man utterly absorbed with the issue.

“Everything okay, sir?” Senci probed.

Vok mumbled curses to himself. “Stupid robes, dumb costume…”

Heavy knocking from the door alerted the residents to their expected guest.

“He’s here! He’s here!”

This was normally the part where Vok would race to open the door before Senci could, just to tease him, but he was so far away and occupied that he didn’t even have the chance. As Senci flew off the couch and bolted for the hallway, Vok only had time to look up and shrug as the youth threw open the front door.

A huge, bearded man with a warm smile nodded. “Senci.”

“Andric! Andric!” the kobold cried, throwing his arms around the man’s leg in a hug.

Andric laughed and patted the child on the head. “How have you been?”

“Oh, wonderful, wonderful! But it’s so good to see you!”

“You too, you too. It’s been a while.”

Andric stepped inside and saw the reptilian struggling with his outfit. “Vok.”

“Oh, uh, heya Andric! Great to have ya again!”

“Great to be here. Are you…?”

“A koutu Abstemian, yes,” Vok confirmed, “The unbeatable soldiers.”

“Well, I’m not so sure that’s true,” Andric said innocently, “After all, they’re not around anymore, are they?”

“Bah! You’re just jealous.”

The human laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Having costume troubles?”

“Ack! This thrice damned cape keeps getting caught…”

Andric dropped his backpack on the couch. “Let me see.”

As the two adults fixed the robes and cape, Senci returned to excitedly waiting on the couch. The kobold started fishing through the backpack. “I can’t wait to go out!” Senci exclaimed, “Fable Day is so much more amazing here!”

“Comes with being in the city,” Andric admitted, “As great as Lannis is, you can’t get festivals like these back there.”

“Yeah! I love home, but the city is so great sometimes too!”

“...there,” Andric finished, fastening the cape, “Good to go.”

Vok was now dressed in long red robes, a flowing cape, a helmet in the old koutu style, and wore sandals made with his proportions in mind. The lizard let out a bellowing laugh and want back into the bedroom, reemerging a moment later. He now held a huge, round shield made of wood and decorated with ancient symbols.

“Wonderful! Let’s get going!”

Andric raised a brow. “You’re lugging that around the festival?”

“I can't dress as an Abstemian without a shield!” the lizard exclaimed, “What do you take me for?! And what are YOU supposed to be anyway?!”

Andric looked down at his plain clothes for a moment before shrugging. “...a commoner?”

Vok rolled his eyes. “Aye, by God…”

“Hey,” Andric probed, “You two got that?”

He pointed at a very, very large pumpkin resting upon the dining table.

“Yeah!” Senci cried happily, “Vok carried it all the way home!”

“He found it,” the blacksmith stated, arms crossed.

“Very ripe,” Andric noted.

“We’re gonna make pie with it for dinner!” the kobold exclaimed.

“S-Senci!” Vok shouted, “That was supposed to be a surprise!”

The kobold’s grin faltered. “Oh…”

“Aww, leave him alone,” the human insisted, “I’m looking forward to it now.”

The lizard let out a huff, hands on his hips. “Well...I suppose it doesn’t hurt to build a little anticipation...anyway, I’m ready to go. Let’s be off.”

“Yeah, let’s have a good time!” Andric agreed. He turned to Senci, who was fastening a helmet onto his head. “Ah, you’re dressing up too?”

“I’m a brave soldier!” the kobold announced, wearing nothing but a simple kettle helmet. This caused the other two to break into laughter, which was swiftly silenced by a knock on the door.

“Oh, kids!” Vok said worriedly, running for the door, “Let’s hand out this stuff and be off!”

The other two followed as Vok grabbed a bowl full of wrapped sweets and opened the door.

On the other side stood a child far smaller than anyone else nearby, even Senci. The koutu was very young, barely a chick. Beside him stood what was likely his mother. He wore a white robe and a short red cape, with a tiny, fake bow in his hand.

“Oh, hello!” Vok said with a smile. “Who are you?”

“Wazerwing!” the child announced gleefully, drawing laughter from everyone else there.

“Okay Razorwing, here you go.” the lizard reached down and handed him a sweet. “You take care, now!”

“Thaaaank yooooou!” the boy cried, already running off to the next house.

His mother offered a smile and a simple “Good day!” before hurrying to catch up with her son.

“You too!” Vok yelled. He put down the bowl next to the door and closed it after the others exited.

“Alright, let’s have some fun!” the lizard said with a grin, marching off towards the plaza.

“Yeah, yeah!” Senci cheered, running after him. Andric merely smiled and shook his head before heading off with them.

And that’s that! Back to Blackheart.

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[merigreenleaf]

Jotober Day 1 - “Poisonous”

(My goal this month is to do under 1k words for each day’s challenge and I already kinda went over. This one is 1075. I’m pretty sure someone asked me before what “toadstools” meant when Etri calls Adair and Blythe that as a term of affection. This is the answer. I’ll put most of this under a read more.)

Etri was back. Adair still wasn't entirely sure how they'd managed that but having him back was even better than having his map back. He could technically have made another map. Another Etri would have been impossible, although Sol would have probably tried to build a mechanical version for Etri to haunt. That would have been weird. And way less fun to kiss. No, having Etri back to normal was much better and it meant that Adair could finally ask the question that had been bugging him for weeks.

He put his sketchbook down and scooted closer to Etri. When Etri wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Adair was glad Sol didn’t have to get creative. A metal Etri would have been way less snuggly.

"Etch? Why do you call us 'toadstools'?"

Across the room Blythe shut off the faucet and reached for a hand towel. Aha. So she wanted to hear the answer, too. It made Adair feel a little better if she was as clueless as he was. Etri couldn't possibly mean it as a short joke, the way Adair had assumed at first. Not when he called Blythe that, too, and Blythe was tall even for a Protectorate.

After a pause, Etri said, "You did not ask this of Sol."

"Yeah, I did. He just thought I was asking him what he wanted for dinner. I'm assuming that's not what you mean. Although if you want mushrooms, you only have to ask."

Etri chuckled and pulled Adair into a tighter hug. "Perhaps later. No, it is because you are poisonous."

"I... what?"

Adair might be many things. An artist, a good cook, full of pies and puns, but he was pretty sure he wasn't poisonous. Fortunately the person to ask came over and sat on Etri's other side. "Blade, I'm not poisonous, right?"

Besides, why would Etri touch him if he was? Although considering Etri's habit of self-sacrifice, maybe that was the wrong question to ask.

Blythe picked at the dried paint on her shirt. "I'd probably call you contagious... Come on, were you even using blue paint today?"

She was a big help.

"I do not mean that in the literal sense when I call you both as such. It is figurative. If I may ask, how is it that a toadstool appears?"

Oh! Adair knew this one! The perk of growing up in the home of a culinary master. "Something to do with underground fungus and growing where there's decomposing wood."

Etri was silent for a long moment. Adair turned his head to find Etri's eyebrows knitted. Did this mean there was finally a fact he didn't know or was Adair's information that wrong? It had been a long time since he went mushroom gathering and he was never very good at paying attention.

"It's a food fact. Of course he's right."

Adair stuck his tongue out at her. "And the girl with enough plants in her house to equal a small forest would know. I swear I saw one trying to push my bags out the door the other day."

Etri cleared his throat. "If I am incorrect, then the reason behind the term is incorrect and I will cease using it."

"Oh no you don't," Blythe said. "You're not off the hook that easily. What's the reason?"

Etri pushed himself back on the bed until his back was against the wall, making it so that he could see both of his pair. "I will tell. In the temple in which I grew, relationships are forbidden. I have said this, yes?"

Adair nodded and took one of Etri's hands while Blythe took the other, earning a once-rare smile from Etri. Those were becoming more common, even during a subject that Adair knew made him uncomfortable. When Blythe and Adair had been alone earlier in the day, she'd grumbled and threatened to go to Montglace to give everyone there a piece of her mind for making Etri's past so terrible. If Etri's birthplace hadn't been a gazillion miles away, she probably would have done it right then. Adair couldn't blame her.

Etri squeezed their hands tightly. "Yet still there are those who seek out companionship and friendship. This is done in secret."

While Adair tried to wrap his head around not being able to have even friendships, Blythe was getting impatient. "And this ties into mushrooms how? Do the people involved sneak out for dinner together?"

Etri shook his head. "If you knew Montglace as I, you would not jest. It is because these relationships are unexpected and dangerous. The same is thought of toadstools, which are believed to grow in unexpected places."

Blythe let out a little snort of a laugh. "Okay, unexpected I can believe. You can't possibly be saying that Adair is dangerous. He's about as dangerous as a kitten in a basket of yarn."

"Hey! I can be dangerous! There was the time I... no, that won't work, that just ended in me burning dinner. Or when... no, that was Sol getting me into trouble. Wait! ... No, that was Sol again." Adair tapped his head with the palm of his hand. There had to be a memory in there somewhere. After discarding a few more possibilities, he had to admit defeat. "Okay, yeah, fine, I'm a kitten."

"You're sweet, even if you aren't poisonous." Blythe leaned over to kiss his cheek, then turned back to Etri. "So you're saying that because your people think mushrooms are dangerous and pop up unexpectedly, and relationships do the same, that you call those people your toadstools. Makes sense, I guess. More sense than me thinking you were calling us short."

Adair threw his arms up. "So I'm not the only one who thought that!"

Etri caught his hand and squeezed it again. "I apologize for the confusion. If you would rather I cease to use the term because it is wrong or not to your liking-"

"No!" Adair said at the same time as Blythe. She grinned and gestured at him to talk, probably thinking he'd be better at talking relationship stuff than she would.

Which he was, but she was going to regret it. "It's cute, Etch. We want you to keep calling us that. But does that mean I can start calling you both 'pumpkin'?"

Blythe buried her face in her hands. "Why do I ever let you open your mouth?”

"I'm not hearing a no."

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(I’m only going to do minor editing with these so I have time to write one every day, so hopefully this all makes sense. My plan is to write short things about a bunch of my characters this month, including secondary ones and maybe characters I was writing prior to this series (like my Hidden Magic characters), but my trio demanded the first prompt. I would like to also draw things for Inktober to go along with the day’s story, but I ran out of time today. 

Anyway, I’m going to tag my story tag list for now, but I’d like to ask you all how you’d prefer me to tag for this challenge. I’m thinking I might make a masterpost once a week with links to those 7 posts/stories and only tag on those masterposts. I’d feel weird tagging people every day because that’s 31 days in a row of stories, so I think this might be the best solution so I’m not spamming your activity feeds. But please let me know how you’d prefer I do this or if you have ideas. I have a feeling each day is going to end up around this length because I’m incapable of writing short things lol, so these are all likely to be legit short stories rather than drabbles. @ageekyreader @lynnafred @the-gay-hufflepuff @desperatlytryingtowriteabook @muffindragon227 @oceanwriter @theguildedtypewriter @toboldlywrite @wchwriter @ghostsmooches @lady-redshield-writes @bluemartlet @reeseweston @dreameronthewind @forlornraven @pen-for-sword @shadow-maker @loopyhoopydrabbles @emptymanuscript @madmoonink @megan-cutler @perringwrites @thatwriternamedvolk @elliot-orion @writer-on-time @ravenpuffwriter @siarven @worldbuildingwren @hiddswritingrefs @missrobinswritings @writevevo @fannistwrites @cay--scribbles @focusdumbass @crartistic @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword @enasroterfaden @joshuaorrizonte @zofiehelen @kainablue @homesteadhorner )

[ao3feed-rk1700]

Jotober 2018 Prompts

by ThatMasterOnline

A collection of prompts I've done for Jotober (writers' Inktober) 2018! Chapter # = Day

Words: 1011, Chapters: 4/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, RK1K | RK1000 Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Elijah Kamski

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Connor/RK1K | RK1000 android(s), Connor/Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Upgraded Connor | RK900

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/16268246

[corishadowfang]

Jotober #31: Slice

Since it’s the last day (and I’m using On my Heart for NaNo) I figured I’d end by doing something a little more...special, I guess?  Anyway, this is a retelling of the inciting incident from the first chapter from Gertrude’s point of view.

          The wind sliced through Gertrude’s coat.  She hadn’t exactly planned to follow the kid who’d mysteriously visited her house, but she was curious.

           It wasn’t every day that you saw a flaming Familiar, after all.

           Voices rumbled up ahead.  A car horn blared and breaks screeched.

           Gertrude moved a little faster.

           An alleyway lead onto River Road.  A car was parked haphazardly across the road.  Someone had a cellphone pulled out, frantically dialing.  Another car stopped, the driver hurrying to the scene and asking questions that received panicked answers.

           Gertrude’s heart dropped a little.  Well.  I guess there wasn’t much point to that.  She turned away.

           Water rushed into the air.  The gathered people began shouting.

           Gertrude whipped around in time to see a dragon fall over the guard rail, wings flapping awkwardly, feet kicking to push it over the edge.

           For several moments her mind didn’t quite process what was going on.

           The dragon didn’t wait.  It gave a warning, almost-panicked snarl, and bowled over the onlookers, scrambling—

           Towards her.

           Gertrude hurried backwards, a Mach Stage on her lips.

           The dragon collapsed.  It skidded and stopped just short of her.

           Dust billowed into her nose and eyes.  The dragon attempted to stand once, vomited water, and gave up.  The tail receded back into the spine.  The wings shrank, the membranes disappeared, and the prongs transformed into fingers.  The muzzle sunk and contorted into a human face, fins and horns giving way to hair. Blue skin became peach.  Bones cracked and seemed to contort underneath the skin, but—something seemed to go with it.

           Time seemed to restart, and in front of her lay a soaking-wet human boy.

           She made a split-second decision.  She removed her coat, wrapped the boy in it, and hefted him.  “I’ve got you,” she murmured, shuffling off the street. Those others would get over their shock and come running soon—or the police would arrive.  She wasn’t quite sure what kind of people she was dealing with.

           Provenance was a city built on dragons…

           …but it’d been a long time since one had walked its streets. 

[ao3feed-connor]

Jotober 2018 Prompts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ca1Tow

by ThatMasterOnline

A collection of prompts I've done for Jotober (writers' Inktober) 2018! Chapter # = Day

Words: 1011, Chapters: 4/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, RK1K | RK1000 Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Elijah Kamski

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Connor/RK1K | RK1000 android(s), Connor/Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Upgraded Connor | RK900

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ca1Tow

[paladin-andric]

Blackheart Masterpost

It’s finally here! I’m putting down a comprehensive list of my work thus far. Bits of lore and short stories are up top, if you want to read the WIP itself the chapters are at the bottom!

About The World:

A map of Deaco and the kingdoms in it, with information of each race

The Kingdom of Geralthin: Humanity’s Home

The Animals, Economy and Food of Geralthin

Everything Else: The Races Without Borders

Deaco’s Magic: Power, Secrecy, Life and Death

The Magic of Deaco: More Spells

A Rainbow of Fury: Dragons’ Colors and Their Meaning

Nature of the Gods: God and His Children

Nature of the Gods: The Old Gods

Outcasts, Misfits, and Wanderers: Life as an Outsider

Ancient and Antiquated History: The Human Empire

On Bards and Music

Faces of History: Geralthin Monarchs

The New Continent: The Republic of Salisca

Legends of Deaco

The Creation Legend: Pseudodragons

The Creation Legend: Kobolds

Character Bios:

Alexander, Knight of Geralthin

Senci, the Kobold of Lannis

Leianna, Cleric of The Order

Tourthun, the Red Dragon

Andric, Paladin of Lannis

Lexius, Priest of The Order

Wurie, Captain of the Guard

Paul, Bounty Hunter

Razorwing, Wandering Hero

Charles the Half-Dragon

Moments In History (Short stories set in the world of Blackheart):

Gira Series: Featuring Gira, the Black Dragon with a tender heart and a kindly love for humanity!

Gira and the Blue Dragon

Desc: Now the guardian of Pasir, Gira is snoozing outside the city when a challenger threatens the people under her protection...

A Dragon’s Recompense

Desc: Against all odds, Gira stumbles across the dragon that threatened Pasir while out relaxing! He’s acting strange, so she probes...

Gira’s Secret

Desc: The black dragon has become an advisor for Godfrey, the first King of Geralthin. He catches her doing something strange...

The First King’s Passing

Desc: After dozens and dozens of years dutifully serving the king, Gira discovers her healing powers have their limits...and she must stand by and watch as her greatest friend says goodbye.

The Ball

Desc: Half a millennium after the events of Blackheart, a Great War has enveloped Deaco. At a royal ball, a descendant of House Angelus comes across some colorful characters and a purpose to push towards...

One offs and two-parters:

The Last Stand of the Ashishani

Desc: The sacred guardians of the Grove of the Prophet fight to the bitter end against rampaging wolfman hordes.

Kinship

Desc: A wolfwoman comes across a shellback slave captured by her tribe...and realizes they’re not the enemies she thought they were.)

A Past Life: Part 1 | Part 2

Desc: Two soldiers are captured and brainwashed by an evil dragon, and transformed into monstrous slaves. One night, one of them remembers bits of his past, and rushes to escape and find help before the dragon’s influence breaks his will...

Readjustment

Desc: Bartholomew and Cornelius have found themselves in an odd position. Though they successfully reached Cay City and purged themselves of the dragon’s mental hold, their bodies remain inhuman...even Cornelius, who’s kobold form should have been dispelled along with the mind control. With the bodies of beasts but the minds of humans, the pair begin the arduous process of readjusting to life as it once was after months of living in squalor, and looking for clues as to what sorcery can resist purging magic. At the same time, Bartholomew realizes his draconic form has its upsides...

An Unlikely Savior

Desc: A dragonslayer and a wizard are commissioned to slay a dragon...only to realize their mark isn’t all it appears to be.

Hearts of Gold: Part 1 | Part 2

Desc: A dragon makes the ultimate sacrifice, giving up his honor and sanity to demonic corruption while his friend rushes to rescue him before he’s lost forever...

Guardian Angels

Desc: Two sea dragons come across a drowning man, who is certain he is about to be eaten alive...though this turns out to be far from what they’re planning.

A Bard’s Tale: Part 1 | Part 2

Desc: A bard stops an evil black dragon from slaughtering a village by playing magic-infused music for him, the beast struggling with the concept of feeling emotions for the first time. Constantly battling the beast for control of his mind, she must keep the dragon under control long enough to help him understand the emotions confusing and conflicting him.

Rise of the High King

Desc: Seigot Ironheart, newly named chieftain of the Oakwall Tribe, finds himself surrounded by a coalition of several rival tribes, each one larger and more powerful than his on their own. Together, it seems they are about to destroy the Oakwall Tribe once and for all...but Seigot is an inspiring commander, skilled leader, and cunning tactician. The enemy moves into the forests, and Seigot lies in wait...

Beachside Memories

Desc: A group of unusual friends enjoy their day off by traveling to the beach, ready for a day full of relaxation and fun...and while they are given an experience they’ll never forget, it isn’t for the reasons one would hope for.

A God in Exile

Desc: Cuan, the trickster god of the koutu pantheon, is punished for turning his uncle Cabrus into a griffin. He is forced into the form of a lowly serpent, and exiled to the mortal realm for a century. Cabrus feels some remorse and offers Cuan a second chance...but one should never trust the god of trickery to behave.

The Way of the Dragon

Desc: Theo, a man hopelessly lost in a world full of mythical creatures, gains access to the emperor’s court and discovers a possible way to get home...but the road ahead is long and perilous.

The Plan

Desc: A dragon’s soul, stuck inside a kobold’s body, puts into motion his plan to find his old lair, bringing his new friend Iki along to discover what secrets his past has in store...

A Matter of Perspective

Desc: A dragon finds another one of his kind locked up in a tower, rolling around on his back and begging for food from humans like an animal. Filled with righteous fury, he breaks in to free the dragon the humans have obviously brainwashed...only things don’t progress as he expected.

An Even Game

Desc: A mercenary company with little to do play a game of pen and paper! Inspired by games like Crusader Kings and Medieval: Total War!

Darkest Hour

Desc: In an alternate timeline, a horrid villain’s scheme succeeds. The entire continent is covered in a fog that turns all within it into monsters utterly loyal to the cruel tyrant, who becomes master of the known world. In this dark future, in a world without a sky, only a small underground base full of humans remain. When they must leave, they do so in sealed suits with gasmasks, so that they will not become one of them. Is there any hope left?

A Heist Awry

Desc: A master thief takes on an extremely dangerous heist for the chance at enough gold to retire for the rest of his life...but things take an unexpected turn as his target is an unexpected source, and a rogue element threatens everything!

Emergency Hearing

Desc: Hundreds of years in the future, at the dawn of the industrial era, the power of dragons begins to wane. Artillery pieces, modern combat tactics and more widespread magic has allowed humanity to impose their will on the land with wild abandon. Seeing the writing on the wall, the elder dragons call a meeting with the rest of dragonkind to discuss the fate of their kind, and humanity...

An Enemy Within

Desc: In the “Darkest Hour” timeline, the story continues. It turns out one of those soldiers did in fact survive, at a cost. A friend of his comes to discuss things with him...

Sorcerer Series:

A Snake in the Grass

The Long Con

The Unwitting Volunteer

The United Front

Justice and Spite

Desc: An upstart sorcerer obsessed with the might of dragons unleashes cruel and cunning plots against everyone he meets in an ultimate bid to steal the form of a dragon for himself...no matter how many must suffer and die in the process.

Chronicles of Logan:

Something Better

Public Enemy

The Sting

A New Beginning

Desc: Originally a human magician, Logan seeks out the blood of a dragon, to turn himself into one of the powerful and illusive half-dragons. Thus, his lengthy and accomplished career of sorcery began...

Zaphontilku’s Tale:

Joy and Ashes

Breaking Point

Desc: Zaphontilku is but a child when the war between dragonkind and humanity begins. For his own safety, his father traps him deep underground for centuries, where no humans can hurt him. The dragon toils and suffers in darkness for hundreds of years, his sanity waning, until a mysterious soldier somehow slips past the barrier...

Jotober 2018

Desc: During October, I made a short story every day. A collection of 31 short stories themed around a single word, assigned every day.

Story Time (Mini-stories about the characters of Blackheart):

Senci and the Blacksmith

Andric: Against the Demons

Alexander on the Battlefield

Alexander and the Knight

Leianna and the Fugitive Hunt

Razorwing and the Party Crasher

Senci and the Pseudodragon

Leianna: Spiteful Justice

Andric and Senci: Breakable

Andric and Senci: A New Homestead

Charles: Gift

Charles: Day One

Wurie: The Swords of Justice

Senci & Andric: Southern Secrets

Alexander & Tourthun: Hunted

Leianna: Survivor

BEST BOYS (Shorts of Eignach and Razorwing)

A Chance Meeting

Razorwing and the Party Crasher

Respite

Flowing

The Marathon

Day of the Roses

Hope in These Dark Times

Together

The Tourthun Sadness Saga™

Bliss

The Promise

An Innocent Query

Heartache

Tranquility

Come Fly With Me

Tragedy Breeds Bias

Cold Skies, Warm Hearts

Bonus: Redemption (Indirectly includes Tourthun)

Desc: Tourthun, a young dragon who lives by a strict set of morals dictating peace and kindness towards others, is stricken by misfortune time and again...

Miscellaneous Stuff:

Picture of Alexander by the wonderful @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword

Moodboard of Tourthun courtesy of the great @theguildedtypewriter

Moodboard of Paul

Moodboard of Senci

Moodboard of Razorwing

Moodboard of Charles

Moodboard of Alexander

Moodboard of Andric

The Characters of Blackheart in Dark Souls 3

Picture of Andric by a very good friend of mine

Dark Souls Inspired Item Descriptions

High Quality Wurie Shitpost by @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword

Story about two London kids secretly raising a baby dragon, requested by @kainablue (Yeah never titled it sorry. Technically Deaco related since the dragon came from Deaco into our universe)

The National Flag of Geralthin

Blackheart - The Story So Far:

Chapter 1, Into the Abyss: Introduction

Chapter 2, The Citadel: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter 3, The Dragon: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Chapter 4, The Return: Part 1 | Part 2

Chapter 5, A Test of Mettle: Part 1 | Part 2

Chapter 6, A Change of Plans: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Chapter 7, Lowly Times: Part 1 | Part 2

Chapter 8, Winged Angel

Chapter 9, Birds of a Feather

Chapter 10, In Calamity, Hope

Chapter 11, A Bow, A Blade, and A Mind

Chapter 12, Come Together

Chapter 13, Enemy Within

Chapter 14, Back From the Brink

Chapter 15, A Light in the Dark

Chapter 16, The Insurmountable

Chapter 17, Melancholy

Chapter 18, Field of Dreams

Chapter 19, Reunion

Chapter 20, Discontent

Chapter 21, Second Wind

Chapter 22, Revelations

Chapter 23, Sins of the Father

Chapter 24, Shattered Memories

Chapter 25, Farewell

Chapter 26, Tourthun’s Legacy

Chapter 27, In Grief, Conviction

Chapter 28, Hope

Chapter 29, Awakening

Chapter 30, The Black Dragon

Chapter 31, A Final Respite

Chapter 32, Tarnished Legacy

Chapter 33, Heart of Darkness

Epilogue: Sunrise

That’s all he wrote! This post will be updated whenever something new is posted! I must stress how much I need feedback, if you haven’t read Blackheart over, please do, and let me know what you think! I really hope you all like this collection of information on the world thus far!

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