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Oh I love this.
HERE’S THE LIST:
The OG Inspirations:
Captain Underpants: these books are the entirely responsible for making me want to write. When I was a kid, I used to emulate the formate of George and Harold’s comics with my own hero I called the Minotaur. I made my own comic series and everything with recurring villains. I’ve loved writing ever since.
Guardians of Ga’Hoole: My favorite book series as a kid and my first introduction to fantasy. I fell in love with the idea of kings and queens, and knights fighting for what is good against evil. So what if they were all owls?
Fun fact: Baron from these books is the direct inspiration for my username.
The Secrets of Droon: another early fantasy series. I really really love fantasy alright? And I read a lot as a kid. If you’ve never read it, it’s basically Narnia aimed at a younger audience. Great books.
Star Wars: my very first space opera. I fully credit Star Wars for my love of rogues and scoundrels. Especially bounty hunter characters that one up their opponents through wits and gadgets. Shoutout Han Solo and Boba Fett.
Lord of the Rings: what else needs to be said? One of the greats. Responsible for my love of the ranger archetype and sweeping fantasy.
Rangers Apprentice: if I liked Aragorn, I loved Will and Halt. These books are hands down what made me want to write fantasy and what made me love rangers forever more.
Pirates of the Caribbean: one of my biggest influences. I loved the ships and the sword fights and the flintlocks. This secured my love for flintlock fantasy and the early modern era, which I now mix in to my current fantasy projects.
More Recent Stuff:
Dungeons and Dragons: I discovered TTRPGs in mid high school, and have been dming ever since. Stuff like critical role, WBN, D20, and my own home games make storytelling so fun. The Drizz’t novels have deeply effected the way I write characters and follow their thoughts in my own head. Deep deep love for dnd.
The Powdermage Novels: remember flintlock fantasy? Brian McClellan has had such a massive impact on my life as a writer. These novels were the first time I looked at Napoleonic fantasy and realized “holy shit you can do that????” My favorite novels to this day. Absolute bangers.
Brandon Sanderson: only a recent discovery of mine (I am so late to these books). But goddamn if he hasn’t radically altered how I plot books and handle revealing character backstory.
Hell’s Belles by Sea.Ya.Later on tiktok: I never realized how much I loved romance books. Her first novel is coming out in December, it’s called “For Whom the Belle Tolls.” I beg you to check it out.
Finally, the Pathfinder Novels: similar to dnd, but exploring Pathfinder’s world through the massive novel series by a ton of different authors made me realize I want to do the same thing. Create one fantasy world and write a host of stories throughout it. These are fire little novels for one of fantasy. I recommend the Alchemist set and the Liar’s Blade books.
question for writers
I was thinking about what sources of media most inspires my writing style and themes, and after some thought I realized I am most influenced by the media I watched when I was 13-15.
Now, writers, I want to ask you: what TV shows, movies, web series, games, comics, etc. inspires your writing style the most, even implicitly?
#there’s so many more I didn’t even get to video games#but sticking to novels these are my biggest inspirations at the moment#reading is so special to me in a way I cannot explain these books have made me who I am#I love reading#writing things#writing inspiration#writing inspo#thewingedbaron#hell’s belles#for whom the belle tolls#writers on tumblr#not writing#writing community#writeblr#writers of tumblr
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BG3 Fic Feb Day Four!
Day Four: Camp Chores
By the fourth day together, camp was beginning to run smoothly. Wyll set a watch every day, ensuring that none of the goblin’s scouting parties accidentally found their way into camp. Karlach was all too happy to assist with keeping watch, though privately she spent more time caring for her teddy bear, Clyde, than keeping an eye out for trouble. As she put it, when trouble found them, she would be ready.
Gale had settled in quickly as the camp’s cook. After the disaster of Shadowheart’s half hearted attempt on the first night, the wizard of waterdeep produced an apron from his tent, the rest of the party was still unsure as to where exactly it had come from, and set about preparing whatever Alyss managed to catch out in the surroundings woods. Thankfully, Alyss was almost as good at hunting animals as she was bounties, so more often than not there was plenty to go around.
For her part, Shadowheart busied herself about the camp setting up new barriers of thistle and heavy bush. Alyss had shown her how to rearrange the surrounding shrubs to help disguise the camp from outside view, and the cleric of shadows had taken to the skill almost immediately. She seemed to delight in finding new methods to hide them all from view. That, or she just enjoyed being close to the camp’s ranger leader, as Astarion claimed. It was hard to ignore the snuck glances, and occasional straight on staring that neither side seemed to notice. Astarion had started a betting pool on the second night. Currently, Wyll was winning.
Lae’zel provided the background music to their little camp. She could often be found practicing strikes on a mock Illithid that she had created out of roots and branches. The dull thud, thud, thud, could be heard at all hours about the camp. Wyll had joined her a number of times, as well as Karlach. Both were apt students as Lae’zel explained the best ways to kill a ghaik quickly to avoid their psychic attacks. When she wasn’t practicing, Lae’zel was preparing. Mending armor, sharpening blades, Lae’zel was sure that she would be ready for whatever they met on the road. With a few sweet words, and the promise of a new dagger, she agreed to help with the camp’s weapons as well. Soon the grinding wheel could be heard near constantly, much to the chagrin of some of its other residents.
Astartion, of course, prided himself on helping drink through the camp’s meager wine supply. He also carefully gathered gossip like a court spymaster sitting on a mountain of secrets. Alyss had given up asking him to help with camp chores, but perhaps that was for the better. He was a little too interested in her secrets, and she preferred to keep those under wraps. Even if it meant that Astarion was taken off dish rotation.
#bg3ficfeb#thewingedbaron#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate oc#baldurs gate 3#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#karlach#laezel#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#astarion#writers on tumblr
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Can I?
Can I be angry, just for a little moment? Can I scream and weep and laugh, just for a little bit? Can I let this mask fall off and this heart hurt, just for once?
I have been good for so very long. I wear my best clothes and my best face and my best words in a cloak around me, not one hair out of place. I sleep later than I would like, to fit in, and talk more than I would like, to stand out. I practise expressions in the mirror, just in case I need to switch them quickly. I try my best to be a good human.
These days, nobody notices. They call me ‘empathetic’. They say I am ‘receptive’ and ‘a lovely person to be around’. They like me, because my mask is sealed on tight and my patter is well-rehearsed. It gives me a measure of pride to have gotten a good grade in personhood, to be, by extension, a good person.
This was not always the case, however. I used to laugh when they yelled at me, cried when they cheered. I shied away from human touch, clawed at my flesh like a feral cat when afraid, acted in ways a proper human should not behave. I lived in the depths of the uncanny valley, trying and failing to climb out.
They disdained me for it, derided me for it, despised me for it. To them, I was an alien, foreign, untrustworthy and hostile. To them, I was a robot, good for my funny little facts and clever tricks but hardly worth treating as a person, let alone a friend. To them, I was not human, not one of their people, not worthy of being amongst them.
So I lied. I painted a mask of jokes and trivia and all the things that made a person likeable. I learnt to smile through the pain of ‘fun’, of parties and events and all other forms of torture. I emoted and empathised and endured until I was a good person and I no longer wished to be.
They say humans are a social species. They say no man is an island. I say: what does that make me? Does it make me broken, a failure of a person? Does it make me evil, an antisocial psychopath? Does it make me an alien or robot, just like they said I was?
What am I, once you peel off the mask and the lies and everything that makes me ‘human’?
I do not want to be an alien. I do not want to be a robot. I do not want to be ‘human’, if it means dancing to a tune I cannot understand and laughing at jokes I do not comprehend. I want to be me.
Can I?
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@thewingedbaron, @pluppsauthor, @cowboybrunch, @wylloblr, @possiblyeldritch
@tragedycoded, @finickyfelix, @urnumber1star, @ratedn, @ramwritblr
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@unrepentantcheeseaddict, @the-inkwell-variable, @paeliae-occasionally, @an-indecisive-nerd, @thecomfywriter
@seastarblue, @wyked-ao3
(Anyone else who wants to get added can tell me in the comments, pm me, or send me an ask about it!)
#10 points if you guess what this is about lol#Writing#writeblr#writerscommunity#creative writing#my writing#writing community#spilled ink#short story#Vent#Rant#personal rant#venting
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I was tagged to take this quiz along with making myself in this picrew by @likeyua. Thank you for the tag! Sorry for not reblogging the OG post, I just wanted to make a fresh post.
Tagging my tag list and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!
@themournwatcher @miseryscrowned @gutterspeak @fantastic-mr-corvid @mathlann
@amatres @starlightcleric @arrow90-alrakis @silversiren1101 @blighted-elf
@mxanigel @poetikat @outeremissary @valiantvillain @dragonologist-phd
@dmagedgoods @dujour13 @captastra @undyingembers @spyridonya
@the-raging-tempest @serenbach86 @jean-dieu @forestdragoncat
@yunessa @eurekq @sotc @aelyosos @thewingedbaron
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Oh god I don’t need another work in progress.
What game/fic am I doing this for?
There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"
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Tag Game: OC/WIP Q&A
Thanks for the tags from: @tildeathiwillwrite, @diabolical-blue, @honeybewrites, @somethingclevermahogony, @willtheweaver
and @leahnardo-da-veggie. ❤ Much love to all of you.
Rules: open the floor for questions about your WIPs/OCs/creative process/inspiration/etc
I wanted to post this yesterday, but I had a medical problem that has thankfully cleared now. Anyway, my ask box has always been open (no anon tho). BUT, I want to hear anyone and everyone's questions.
I'm going to tag all of my writing mutuals that I didn't already above, both to pass the game along, but also to get some questions. No pressure to either :)
I'll lay out a list of my WIP's and stuff in them. I'll answer any question, but I will preface if it's a spoiler in case you want to avoid it at all (i'll also tag it as such)
Frequency:
Wounded Reflection:
Characters: Lukas Tiro (MC), Axel Reath, Oak, Vesa, Bene Grey, Cary Loaras, Kai & Skyla Starill, Karve Treath. (I only included the main trio and the other Hunters). Things in it of note: Fortissimo Organisation (special division), Hunters, ghasts/ghouls, Frequencies.
Kindred Spirits:
Characters: Rain (MC), Kasi, Yun Tiro. Things in it of note: Fortissimo Organisation (regular division), Frequencies, Romance :).
Hellfire:
Characters: Akita Day (MC), David Pol, Kai Everden, Vis, Hazzin. Things in it of note: Demons, Arch Demons, Ghasts, Un'thil'ar (Home of Demons), Frequencies.
Shattered Gods:
Characters: Luna (MC), the other characters are REDACTED, but, feel free to ask about them :) Thing in it of note: Gods, Daemons, LORE, Yismor (Home of Gods), Frequencies.
Forsaken:
Characters: Dusk/Ralillith Trio (MC), Zenith Freydra, Kyr, Dawn, Ino, Reven. Things in it of note: Frequencies, Runes, Everden Family, Families, New Season, Old world/New world, Daemon Tears, Trials, Daemons, Romance :).
Other Stories:
Wild & Grief:
Characters: Tinder (MC), Hope (MC), Mr. Fox. Things in it of note: Tree magic, fantasy world (no name yet), spirits.
534 ft.:
Characters: Jesse Graves (MC), Nolan Hunt, Shapeshifter Girl (Name pending). Things in it of note: magic, fantasy world (no name yet, not affiliated with Wild & Grief), fantasy creatures such as witches, fae, demons/devils, undead, etc.
Ad Infinitum (Placeholder name):
Characters: Captain Zanlith (MC), Officer Ani, Officer Clayde, more to come I'm sure. Things in it of note: sci-fi technology such as starships and the like, dreamlink technology, alien species, exploration of math and science theories.
That's it for WIP's (for now :)).
Anyway, down here in the depths of this post I will put the list of my writing mutuals I am tagging :3
@the-golden-comet, @ms-macintosh, @sm-writes-chaos, @illarian-rambling, @paeliae-occasionally
@aalinaaaaaa, @thewingedbaron, @sunset-a-story, @sunglasses-in-the-bentley, @ryns-ramblings
@nixwithapen, @whatwewrotepodcast, @minamaybe, @rivenantiqnerd, @phoenixradiant
@finickyfelix, @theeccentricraven, @bloodmoonloveletter, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @mk-writes-stuff
@kaylinalexanderbooks, @leave-a-message19, @themboty, @agirlandherquill, @xenascribbles
@emilynotfound, @shepardsherd, @kbwritesstuff, @decadentpandawasteland
and, open tag/anyone I missed. I didn't think there was that many lol. Much love to all of you again ❤
#writeblr#writing#writblr#my wips#tag games#open tag#frequency#frequency: forsaken#frequency: shattered gods#frequency: hellfire#frequency: kindred spirits#frequency: wounded reflection#wild & grief#534 ft.
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@drascua tagged me for the Spotify on repeat game!
rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist & post the first ten tracks, then tag people
My Song - Labi Siffre
D&D Is Gay (But So Am I So This Tracks) - Newgrounds Death Rugby
About 10 Hours of Making Breakcore - Emray
Sedation - yuronono
attachment - yuronono
Saint Bernard - Lincoln
Bad Habit - Steve Lacy
Good News Is Bad News - Helsinki Lambda Club
Crime - Chek
oyasumination - Ippotsk
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Owlcatober Day Eleven: Medals
So glad to be back to writing. Its been a WEEK folks! Hope you can forgive me for missing a few days, things have been real weird the last couple days. This fully self-indulgent scene between Allix and Arueshalae should help :)
Seriously, thanks for reading these. Interacting with everyone has been so so fun this month ;-;
Medals and Recognitions (1,446 words)
Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous
Ship: Arueshalae/KC (Allix)
Warnings: Very Cute.
Read here under the cut, or over on Ao3
The doublet itched. Allix turned himself this way and that, studying every inch of his costume in the full length mirror. That’s what it felt like, a costume. He was dressed to the nines in a custom tailored suit, dark satin green with forest brown accents. It fit him like a glove, everything in its proper place except for the gods damned doublet.
With a sigh, he removed it, buttoning up his shirt to fill some of the gap. He was left with a neckline just short of plunging that exposed the tops of his collarbones. Not a bad look, by any means, but a touch less formal than the tailor had originally intended. He could deal with that.
As he studied the suit, his eyes could not help but travel to the man behind it, tail swishing anxiously as he looked himself over. Just short of three years ago, he’d been a bounty hunter, down on his luck, drifting through the world wound in search of more dangerous targets for heavier sacks of gold. Almost three years ago, he’d awoken in a square in Kenebres, bleeding from the chest with a dragon leaned over him. In those three years, he’d lead armies against the forces of the abyss, tread through the worst horrors a mortal could imagine. He had almost been an angel, though Heaven would have likely rejected his… contrary nature had he followed through. Instead, he’d given up his power, become a mere mortal again, and then lead one of the most daring military campaigns in Golarion’s history that had ended in the death of two demon lords and the closing of the World Wound, which had plagued the mortal realms for more than a century. And yet…
When Allix looked in the mirror, he saw the same roughshod mercenary desperate to scrape up some coin before he starved. His eyes had crows feet at their edges. His thick beard was beginning to show a little more gray than he was comfortable with. Scars, new and old littered his body like the words of a fairytale, each telling the story of a different battle, a different danger. His horns were chipped in places from uncountable close calls, but they were still his horns. Without the adrenaline of combat, he found that his hands shook slightly, but they were still his hands. His eyes looked older, wiser, more tired from the great trials he had undertaken in the last three years, but they were still the same blood red color, flecked with bronze. Despite it all, he was still… him.
Soft arms wrapped around his shoulders, as softer lips pressed a kiss into his hair, gently drawing him from his musings.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Arueshalae murmured with a soft smile. “I can see it in your eyes.”
She was dressed in a deep blue dress that complimented her eyes and hair. Gold highlights and jewelry adorned her wrists and neck. Her hair had grown longer over the intervening months. With no reason to fear her own beauty any longer, Arueshalae delighted in trying different styles and fashions recommended to her by their friends. This was one of her, and Allix’s favorites.
“Only good things.” Allix replied, leaning into her embrace. “We’ve all changed so much from when this all began.”
“We have.” She said. None had changed more than the once succubus, now redeemed follower of Desna. Allix felt a swell of pride in his chest as he met his soon to be wife’s eyes in the mirror. She, amongst all others, had climbed the steepest cliffs and faced the greatest dangers. To give up his powers was one thing, but the throw off the yolk of the Abyss, itself. To find compassion, forgiveness, and love in a place that taught only blood and hate? He could think of no greater challenge.
“Ready to go?” She asked, drawing him from his thoughts once more. The former Knight Commander suppressed a cringe.
“Not at all.” Even after leading the crusades, fighting gods and monsters alike, he still did not feel comfortable in crowds. Especially ones gathered in his honor. “Are you?”
“Absolutely not.” Arueshalae laughed. “All those eyes focused on us? Do mortal ceremonies always have to be this large?”
“Only ones orchestrated by a Queen that wants the world to know exactly who saved their collective ass, I suppose.” Allix returned her smirk. “Think of it, Kings and Queens, nobles from across the world, all gathered to pay us respects.”
“I think I’d rather just go back to the cabin.”
“Me too, love.”
Arueshalae stuck out her tongue at him in the mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste. “At least we won’t be alone up there.”
“Very true. Did they finally talk Lann into a suit?”
“I believe they tried, right up until he threatened to turn the next person to come into his room with a coat into a pin cushion. I believe they have settled on a nice robe for him in the Crusade’s colors.”
“I don’t suppose he took the title either?”
“Of course not, but the Queen agreed to sponsor his first three ships in his trading fleet. I think he values those more than any empty title.”
“Good.” Allix smiled.
“Darling.”
“Love?”
“You’re delaying as much as you can. But we do need to leave this room.” Arueshalae smiled, pressing another kiss between his horns. “Come now, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home.”
“You have such a way with words.” Allix grinned, turning to kiss his love proper. “Hand me Finnean and we’ll get on our way.”
She passed him a beautiful sword, the vessel that once contained the lost soul of a Pathfinder named Finnean. Allix’s preferred weapon was the heaviest crossbow he could find, but he had carried the blade through the remainder of the crusade in the memory of their friend, now released to explore the afterlife. It was a beautiful blade, and a comforting weight on his hip as he took Arueshalae’s arm and the pair stepped out into the hall to await the Queen’s escorts. Her guard arrived a short time later, the majority of their party in tow.
Greybor had remained in the Abyss. The dwarven assassin had little interest in the Queen’s recognition, and had his hands full running his new business. He had, however, sent them a lovely letter. Also missing from the gathering was Regill, who, despite his exile from the Hellknights in the later days of the campaign, believed he needed no recognition for his efforts, and had politely declined the ceremony. The rest, however, eagerly accepted.
Embraces and words were exchanged as they joined company, walking together down the wide steps toward the Queen’s own courtroom. From there, the party would proceed to the front steps of the palace where they would receive their honors and recognition, alongside many other officers, warriors, and heroes of the crusades. Allix had spent weeks pouring over the long list of martyrs, heroes, and soldiers that had served, hand picking dozens to receive their medals alongside him, and hundreds more that would be awarded honorifics in their own time. Every soldier who had served in the final taking of Iz and the closing of the World Wound would receive their recognition, as well as a large enough pension to keep them fat and happy for the rest of their lives.
In the courtroom, they were joined by two more familiar faces, Irabeth and Anevia. The Knight Commander’s most trusted advisors easily fell into step with the rest, chatting and hugging their way to the great doors of the palace. There, they stopped for one final time, listening to the distant remarks of Queen Galfrey as she addressed a mixed crowd of hundreds of crusaders, emissaries from a hundred nations, and a dozen Kings and Queens from the various kingdoms and empires that had contributed to the fight.
When it was finally time for the Knight Commander’s party to be recognized, the little group was quickly organized by the guard and set to wait just by the doors. Two by two they would be called up to the dais to stand with the Queen, until all had joined. At the front of the line, Allix exchanged a glance with Arueshalae.
“Nervous?” He asked.
Arueshalae looked him up and down, then back at the line of their friends, closer than family, behind them, and shrugged.
“How could I be?” She asked.
Allix grinned and planted a kiss on her lips as the grand doors were thrown open. Together they faced the world, fingers and tails intertwined.
#thewingedbaron#twb owlcatober 2024#owlcatober 2024#pwotr#wrath of the righteous#owlcatober#owlcat games#pathfinder wrath of the righteous my beloved#pathfinder wotr fanfic#arueshalae my beloved#arueshalae#arueshalae x kc#pathfinder oc fic
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ASK ME THINGS! I know I have old ones I promise im getting to them. Things have been busy <3
Unusual Questions for Writers
I thought it'd be fun to make my own writer ask game, but exclusively with questions I've never seen in any others! Feel free to ask me these, and/or reblog it and people can ask them of you! :D
What is an area of expertise you find yourself inserting into your work? It can be job-related, but it can also just be a random interest or hobby.
What is the most experimental or bizarre thing you've written? Share it here (or a quote from it).
When did you first start writing, whether that was fanfiction or original work? What was your first work about, to the best you remember? (For bonus points, quote it!)
Describe your writing, but exclusively in terms of how it would taste and feel to eat it.
What is the most unusual, uncomfortable, or funny place you've written in?
Name three writing inspirations: one dead published author, one living published author, and one fanficcer/fellow amateur writer.
Quote a bad joke/groan-worthy pun/intentionally silly line from your writing.
What do you imagine people might guess about you, the author, from your writing? Are they right about this, or wrong?
Who are you writing for, other than yourself?
Is your writing creepy or wet?
What is a personal quality, interest, or preference that you find yourself projecting on your characters?
Do you ever put "easter eggs" or minor references in your work that you anticipate few people will notice? (If so, quote one of them here!)
Where are you from? Do you think the culture and language of that place comes through in your work?
If you were helping another writer imitate your work, what would you be telling them to do? (Silliness encouraged.)
Has anyone ever complimented your work or commented on it in a way that really made your day or you found exceptionally flattering? What was it they said?
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BG3 Fic Feburary Day Five!
(Still a little behind right now, but working on catching up)
WARNING: Depicitons of Violence and gore. If that's not your thing, maybe skip this one.
Read on Ao3
Day Five: First time seeing companions in battle
The crossbow bucked in Alyss’ hands as the bolt sped away and tore out the throat of the goblin sounding the war horn. The raiding group had already reached the Grove’s gates and were pounding mercilessly at three humans that had been locked outside when it shut. Alyss could see the defenders on top of the wooden wall, armed with crossbows and bows to rain down fire on the attackers. Lot of good it was doing them. With the goblins attacking their mercenary allies in front of the gate, none of the defenders could get a clean shot. Not the mention the goblin’s own archers and casters working their hardest to keep the defender’s behind cover. That, Alyss decided, was where they would start.
“Lae’zel, get that bastard with the stick and work your way in toward the bugbear.” Alyss called, loading another bolt. “Gale, rocks for cover, do your best to cover the Blade of Frontiers.”
“The what?”
“The idiot who just jumped down into the fray waving a sword around.” Alyss snapped back. “Shadowheart, help me get the archers, then pinch the main group with Lae’zel.”
There was a round of affirmative nods as the group set about their tasks. Lae’zel sprinted right, slamming into a knot of goblins like she had been launched from a catapult. Bodies and blood flew with each swing of her blade.
Gale worked his way left, alternating between firebolts and ice crystals as he chipped away at the goblin’s own casters. Confused by the crossfire, one their warlocks stepped out of cover to find their new attackers, only the eat a firebolt to the face. One caster down, Alyss thought.
For her part, Alyss started to wear down their archers. Ordinarily, she would aim to injure, firing for arms and legs. An injured target often took two out of the fight, but goblins cared little for their wounded. Instead, her bolts slammed into chests and shoulders, slowly dropping the opposing archers one by one. Next to her, Shadowheart whispered the words of a spell, capturing a flame in her hand.
“Ignis!” She shouted, sending the flame off like a bolt of her own. A moment later, she cursed as it slammed into the stone cliff-face, a few feet above her intended target. Shadowheart snapped her fingers in frustration, and a holy flame slammed onto the goblin from above, removing them from the fight. Alyss cocked an eyebrow at her companion.
“Watch out!” Shadowheart cried, throwing her shield arm over the ranger. Three impacts slammed into the hardwood face, intercepting shots meant for Alyss. The ranger snapped off another shot, dropping one of the offending goblins in response.
“Sorry!” Alyss reloaded. “Didn’t see that one.”
“You’re lucky.” Shadowheart replied, regaining her composure. “Eyes off me and on the enemy next time.”
The pair paused, both faces turned a slightly deeper shade of red as Shadowheart’s words registered.
“Lae’zel needs help. I’m, uh.” Shadowheart nodded several times to herself. Below them, the gith warrior was tearing through a pack of goblins on her way to the bugbear as if they were wet parchment.
“Right, got your back.” Alyss replied stiffly. By the time either of them looked up, it was already over. The mercenaries were battered, but alive, and steaming mad. Lae’zel was surveying the scene like a general overlooking a battlefield, waiting for the next target to reveal itself. Gale approached them slowly, too busy trying to scrape the blood off his robe to notice the awkward silence between the other two members of the party.
“Well, that was quite fun, wasn’t it? That Lae’zel is quite the warrior.” Gale smiled. “Are you two injured? You both look like you’ve been walloped over the head with a goblin’s club.” Gale’s smile faded as his two companions nodded stiffly at him and began to make their way toward the Grove, not acknowledging each other, or him. Was it something he said? He pondered for a moment before realizing that he was alone on the battlefield.
“Now wait just a moment, I’ll not be left behind!” He called, jogging after the party as the gate began to lift.
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Hey ya'll! I've been desperately trying to get back into writing lately (its been a minute), but between work and some health concerns I've been a little off my game. BUT I have done a little writing practice with some of my characters from BG and Pathfinder, so I figured I would share.
Please enjoy a little descriptive/characterization piece I wrote for Alyss (pictured below) arriving in the Shadow Cursed Lands.
Aylss’ heart sank to her boots as she took her first steps into the shadowlands. After a week of crawling through the underdark, she had the smallest glimmer of hope that she would see the sun again. That she could sleep once more under the open sky. Those hopes died as her party squeezed out of the small pass, stepping onto a path alit with torches.
The world around her was unlike any that she had ever seen before. Encroaching shadows, inky and dark, seemed barely constrained by the torchlight around them. The very air was thick with them. Dense clouds of grayish fog curled from the ground like smoke, leaving Alyss with only the vaguest of impressions of thick, creeping vines and rocky cliffs that loomed out at her like horrid abominations.
She drifted closer to the flickering light, battling down the sudden rise of bile in her throat and her pounding heart. Her feet felt frozen to the ground, unwilling to carry her further into the drowning darkness. Breaths came in short and labored bursts, never quite seeming to fill her lungs before the next ragged pull of damp air must be taken. It was as if the very sky had dropped onto her shoulders, as if every patch of sullen grass and twisted vine hid hostile eyes.
It was beautiful. Horridly beautiful. Like a shattered inkwell spilled upon the contents of a page. With trembling hands, she reached into her pack and selected a torch, holding it to the weakened flame of those that lit the path. It was almost embarrassing, the sigh that escaped her when she held that little bit of light. But as she glanced back at her companions, she saw the same relief reflected in their eyes as they beheld the torch like a beacon. Even Lae’zel, who had hardly balked at an army of goblins and ogres, who fought a bullette without complaint, seemed unnerved by this wretched place. The only one the shadows could not seem to reach was Shadowheart.
“A blessing of Lady Shar, I think.” She explained, voice steady. Despite her words, Alyss noted the way she gripped her holy symbol just a little bit tighter as she stepped toward the shadows.
“No… no sense in waiting.” Alyss stated, doing her best to ignore the tremor in her own voice.
“Should someone scout ahead?” Astarion asked. Silence stretched between the party. It had become common practice among them for Astarion or Alyss to lead from a distance, spotting enemies and traps in the path before the rest of the group could stumble into an ambush. No one, however, seemed willing to step beyond the torch’s feeble light.
“Together then.” Alyss said. “Stay close.”
Cautiously, she took her first step beyond the path, her party clustered closely behind. Together, they stepped into the dark.
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can you tell me more about vulpin, please? i’m very intrigued by that snip!
Absolutely! Thanks for the ask!
(I'll try to keep this short or we'll be here for hours)
Vulpin is my sad boy from a novel I'm working on. He's an infernal (Got a little devil in his blood, basically a dnd tiefling with a little extra spice). He has lavender skin, curling horns like a ram, and red eyes.
Vulpin was raised with his twin brother Illik, red infernal with pillar like horns and red eyes, in a place called the Somniorum Academy. Think of the Academy as a city wide college that teaches everything from magic to engineering and soldiering. Lacking his twin's talent for magic, Vulpin was raised as an artificer, one skilled in creating arcane trinkets, weapons, and armor. Illik was raised as a wizard, giving him much more status than his brother at the Academy.
The two have a falling out, putting Vulpin on the run for some time, which is what you see in the snip!
tdlr: Vulpin is a sad boy artificer missing a home that he can't go back to.
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Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
Ask them to describe their love interest.
Do they look good in red?
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?
What age do they most want to be right now?
They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?
Name one thing their parents taught them.
Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?
What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?
If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?
Do they like children?
Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
What do they like that nobody else does?
What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
Stability or novelty?
Honesty or charity?
Safety or possibility?
Talent or effort?
Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?
Would they date a fixer-upper?
What recurring dreams do they have?
What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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Owlcatober Day Five: Forgiveness
A bit of a different take on this one (like I've been sticking the script at all). There's a certain character throughout Act 1 and 2 that I've always had mixed feelings about. How far can heroes fall when their people no longer want them?
Heroes and Traitors (764 words)
Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous
Warnings: Mentions of death
Ship: Arueshalae/KC (Allix)
Read here under the cut on Ao3 :)
The graveyard was all but abandoned at night. It had been long months since the soldiers had moved their not-so-secret gambling ring to the warmth of the Half Measure Tavern. Without them, very few had any reason to dwell amongst the headstones. The names of crusaders, heroes, cowards, opportunists, equally revered and forgotten there in the mist. A shame, Allix thought as he carefully stepped through the wrought iron gate. A gods damned shame.
He picked his way between the graves at a snail’s pace, stopping every so often to read the names and whisper a prayer to Iomidae, or Erastil. He did not need to go far to reach his destination.
The headstone stood alone on its own patch of dried grass. It was nondescript, nothing to mark it as special other than the heavy name carved into its face, and the lack of any kind of symbol to denote any kind of faith. The crusaders had not known under what god’s eye to bury the traitor Stanton Vane. An unmarked grave seemed to be a statement all its own. It stood alone because no comrade, nor family wanted to bury their dead close to the headstone, out of fear that the marks upon his soul might seep from his coffin and infect the souls of those interred nearby. It was hard not to be superstitious when your enemy was the horrors spat out by the worst place imaginable.
Allix sat down before the headstone, legs crossed, gazing sadly at the name carved there. He had ended hundreds of lives. Cultists, demons, Gods. Yet it was here where his soul felt the quietest. The Knight Commander silently brushed the fallen leaves off the top of the stone, wondering where the dwarf’s soul might have gone.
“Who were they?” A quiet voice asked.
“A hero.” Allix replied, shifting to make room before the grave. A moment later, he was joined by the winged form of Arueshalae settling in beside him. “And a traitor.” He continued softly.
“Stanton Vane.” Arueshalae read off the grave. “I’ve heard his name whispered amongst the crusaders. I’ve heard him called many things, but never a hero.”
Allix nodded. “I can’t imagine you have.”
For a long moment, they sat in silence. Arushalae’s head on his shoulder, their tails intertwined. Touch had become easy for them since their return from the abyss, and Arueshalae’s ascension. It had been slow at first, but now even the most mundane of contact felt natural. As natural as breathing. Small touches of support.
“Why do you call him a hero?” Arueshalae asked.
For a long moment, Allix did not reply. “We wouldn’t be here without him.” He said slowly. “He helped take this fortress. Fought back the tide of demons for years in the first crusades.”
“But that’s not why you call him a hero.” Arueshalae said.
“No.” He agreed. “I believe he’s a hero for what came after. He lost Drezen, seduced by a demon to charge out in a blaze of glory. In one fell swoop, he lost our greatest fortress, and our greatest defense in the Sword of Valor. Hundreds of heroes died in the battles that followed. And yet…”
Allix’s voice trailed off, a half formed thought on his lips. Arueshalae shifted closer, her weight a comfort on his side.
“He fought on. For so many years he fought on as his allies and friends turned on him. The crusaders spat on him, outcast him, and yet he still fought, all the way to the Gray Garrison.” Allix whispered. “And I killed him.”
“He betrayed you.”
“He did.”
“And you feel guilty about his death?” Arueshalae asked.
“Yes.” Allix nodded, his eyes far away. “He betrayed us because we gave him no other option. For all the people these crusades have protected. For all the people we’ve saved… we hurt people. The crusades have allied themselves with anyone willing to supply the bodies and swords to throw in front of the world wound, no matter how young or old, willing or unwilling. I sometimes wonder just how many cultists we’ve created over the years.”
“It can’t be all bad.” Arushalae argued. “The crusades are the only reason the demons don’t rule Glarion.”
Allix nodded again. “You’re right. It's just… sometimes I have a hard time forgiving the harm that we cause in the name of good.”
They were silent for a moment more. “Have you forgiven Stanton Vane?” Arueshalae asked.
“Some day. I hope that I can.” Allix replied. “If I can forgive him. Maybe there’s hope for us all.”
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Sunset
Arueshalae shifted, spreading her wings a little further to fully encompass herself and her companion. The sunset was just beginning, an explosion of warm oranges and yellows painted the sky in a way only the hands of gods could. She could feel her love’s questioning gaze upon her as she held on a little harder when the sun dipped.
“Mortals have a saying…” She began slowly, choosing her words as carefully as she could. “That all good things must come to an end…” The rest of the question died on her lips.
Her love’s brow furrowed in thought. “Perhaps,” they replied. The former Knight-Commander lifted a hand toward the sunset, as if to capture its beauty upon their fingers. There, in the center of their palm, they summoned a small mass of blue sparks. The mass shifted, and before Arueshalae’s eyes became a familiar pearlescent butterfly.
“Your powers!” She gasped. “I thought you gave them up!”
Her companion chuckled, a beautiful sound that blossomed warmth in her chest. “I did.” They replied. “But it seems even the gods, themselves, could not pry me from your side.”
“What does it mean.” Arueshalae asked, taking their hand in her own as she could tease the answers from the creases and scars on their palm.
“I don’t know.” They replied, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I suppose we’ll find out together. No matter what it means, I have the sense that I won’t be going anywhere for a long, long time.”
Arueshalae smiled and kissed her love softly. the sun dipped lower, immersing itself in beautiful strokes of purple and blue. The once demon didn’t see the sun as it disappeared behind the horizon. There was something more beautiful than the sunset, and she beheld it in her arms.
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Together, Always- BG3 Fic Feb Day Eight
Skipping ahead to the end of act 2 on this one. Today's prompt got a little out of hand and ended up being much longer than origianlly planned. I hope you enjoy :)
Minor warning for menitons of torture. I used a bit of Shadowheart's dialogue after the Gauntlet of Shar, since it seemed fitting.
Pairing: Shadowheart x Tav (Alyss)
Ao3 Link Here
Day Eight: “It will be okay, as long as we’re together.”
“This is all some sort of terrible dream.”
Alyss’ head buzzed with residual magic as the planeshift spell dumped them on Shar’s doorstep. The world came rushing back, slowly focusing like a kaleidoscope of shadow and rock. Shadowheart’s words rung in her ears as her feet touched solid ground. Her vision returned just in time to watch the former cleric of Shar collapse.
“But… it’s real isn’t it?” Shadowheart’s eyes lifted, tears appearing at their corners as she took her in her friends. “I stood before the Nightsong. I heard Lady Shar’s words… and I failed her.”
Tears streamed down Shadowheart’s face. “Worse than failed, I defiled her! All because of what that aasimar said!”
Alyss took a shaky step toward her companion, her heart tearing. Her legs, however, were not quite ready to bear her, and the ranger collapsed to the ground. Gods damn it all, she thought. With tremendous effort, she forced her knees to bend, and her arms to work. She would crawl to Shadowheart if she had to.
The former cleric’s stare was a thousand miles away as she murmured to herself. Alyss wasn’t sure that she was even aware that there was anyone there to listen.
“I tried to leave…” She said. “But Shar blocked me. Punished me for failing her. I thought I knew the limit of pain that the incurable wound could inflict, but I had no idea.”
Alyss’ heart strained, tearing itself to tiny pieces. She threw herself across the gap between them, forcing her tired body to obey as she reached out and placed a gentle hand on Shadowheart’s arm. The half-elf didn’t acknowledge the touch.
“It felt like I was suffering the agony of a thousand people, all at once.” She murmured. “My blood was boiling, my hair on fire. I thought I’d claw my own face off with the pain…” Shadowheart’s voice broke. A half sob escaped her before she continued.
“She released me. Banished me. She said I was an outcast, that all of her children would know me and revile me… I… I’m alone.”
“No, love. You are never alone.” Alyss whispered.
Shadowheart’s eyes widened, darting to her face as if seeing her for the first time. “Love?” She asked.
Alyss froze. It had been some time since the two of them had spoken properly. Shadowheart had been so deep in the woes of the Shadow-Cursed Lands that she had time for nothing else. Alyss feared she had overstepped for a moment before a slight smile broke across the half-elf’s face.
“I… I suppose that is true. I am not alone. Not anymore.” she lifted a shaky hand, her fingers ghosting over Alyss’ cheek. “You’ve done more for me than my faith in recent days. In a long while. Thank you.”
Alyss smiled, tears pricking her own eyes. “I’m glad you finally see it.”
Despite herself, a small crack of a smile touched Shadowheart’s lips. Then, she folded, collapsing across Alyss before sobs racked her body. The ranger folded her into an embrace while her own tears fell silently. They stayed there for a long time, embracing on the steps of a tomb as the shadow lands twisted and curved around them. As they sat in each other’s embrace, holding on for dear life, the shadows did something strange. They began to curl back, parting in places as silvery moonlight descended into the gaps. There, in the patchwork sky above, Dame Alyin flew for Moonrise, a brilliant speck of silver against a darkened sky.
As Shadowheart’s sobs slowed, Alyss gently released her hold. Both women sat back on their heels, their eyes stained red as they found each other’s faces once more. A thousand words swirled in Alyss’ head like a maelstrom, but something bit back. Shadowheart had lost everything, her goddess, her family, her world had been upheaved. Now was not the time for grandiose love confessions.
“Wait.” Shadowheart said. Gentle hands seized Alyss’ shoulders as she leaned away. “Wait. Please.” the half-elf held them both in their kneeling position on the ground.
“There’s been something between us for some time. A connection more than friends…”
“Shadowheart, you don’t have to do this now.”
“No. I do. Alyss, please let me speak.” She said, placing a finger on the ranger’s lips. “I recognized it, but I didn’t act on it after that first night above the waterfall.” Shadowheart shifted, her eyes locked on Alyss’
“I thought my faith was the most important thing in my life. I couldn’t have been more wrong.” She paused for a breath. Alyss’ heart hammered in her ribs hard enough to crack a bone. “I’ve squandered too much time already. I want to be with you. Now and always. Do you want the same?”
Alyss could feel the silence that stretched between them, like a muffling cloak in her mind. She fumbled for the words to say, but could not find them. Shadowheart’s eyes searched hers, desperation gnawing at her irises. Alyss stopped, sucked in a breath to steady herself, and let it out slowly.
“I want nothing more, love. Now and always.” She whispered. Warmth flooded Shadowheart’s smile as new tears washed down her face.
“It wasn’t too long ago that I could never imagine smiling again,” she murmured. “Shows what I know.”
Alyss grinned, warmth flooding her body. Her mind buzzed, the trials and pains of the last twenty four hours forgotten. “I have been trying to tell you-”
Her words jumbled and stopped as the former cleric of shar seized her by the chin and kissed her. Something in Alyss’ heart burst, flooding her body with warmth. Whatever she had been thinking, it was gone now. The kiss shocked her mind blank. Her skin was on fire. Her blood boiled. Her heart melted as it beat. She could taste the tears in their kiss, but it somehow made it all the sweeter.
When Shadowheart broke away, it was too soon. Her face felt strangely cool without the cleric’s lips on hers. Alyss immediately began to scheme how to get her to do it again. Every nerve ending in her body felt as if it had been shocked, leaving her buzzing and dizzy.
“Keep your sarcasm for later.” Shadowheart smiled.
“I couldn’t possibly-” Shadowheart’s lips landed on hers, and Alyss’ mind was wiped blank a second time.
“Not to interrupt,” Wyll called for a long way away. “But we do still have a battle to fight.”
Alyss relaxed as their lips parted again. The world had righted itself in her mind. Now there was only one thing left to do. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, hauling Shadowheart up beside her.
The former cleric of Shar seized her hand, interlacing their fingers. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, her former confidence eluding her. “I’ll have a target on my back for the rest of my days. Shar does not forgive or forget.”
Alyss smiled.
“I know we have a lot to talk about, especially after all that.” she nodded toward the lonely gate leading back into the tomb. “But we will deal with it, right after we kick Ketheric’s ass. Sharrian assassins, old necromancers, even the gods damned Absolute isn’t going to stop us, alright?”
Shadowheart nodded, a small smile on her lips. “Together?”
Alyss grinned. “Always.”
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