Meriadoc and Myria - two roleplay characters of mine - meet each other whilst out on the road...
A short story about Silvara (me)that is also a prologue to a long, complicated solo RPG I did a long time ago.
Okay, so this was a story I had up before, but somehow got deleted... So, here it is again.
This is about a young shapeshifter in a modern time, she is trying to find others like her and has not sucseeded yet...
Shadow is a realm where the good are rewarded and the bad are punished severely.
Ok, here is the beginning of my story, my book, which has no name (help welcomed) any ideas? Anyway, its about bag guys who are trying to take over the world, and good guys who stop them...or do they? You'll see, critisism and comments welcomed, helpful hints and corrections are too...so please, feel free to comment and help me...I'm only a beginnger.
A question suddenly came to me- What if a shape-shifter, in all their countless lives, lost their identity? April 2003 1 1/2 pgs
The fourth chapter in my story. When we left off, Blade and Esani had been captured by some unknown being and left to rot in a jail cell. How will they get out... ? 2,826 words, 5 pages.
The Birchwood Cub is a bit of an experiment, and is an attempt to write a 'folk-tale' from another culture, in this case the Elfen, the non-human race to which Caeci Wolfsong belongs (see 'Of Mist and Marshlight'). The elfen were created over the course of several years in the 1970s, both as another race of characters in the Dungeons and Dragons games that I played a lot at the time, and later, in my writing, as a useful way of exploring humanity through the eyes of a non-human character. Over the years I created a huge 'back-history' of the elfen culture and mythology, of which this story is a fragment. It is the kind of story that story-tellers have been handing down through the generations in every time and culture. I was very influenced by the tone of old Russian folk-tales when I wrote this short piece, particularly by a small volume of Russian tales for children, told by Alexei Tolstoy and published in the U.K. in the 1940s by George Routledge & Sons.
I started writting something like this in 3rd grade but my computer died... well I started writting it again. It says something about shapeshifters preferring human form... well, these are my speshul shapeshifters, their only link to other shapeshifters in other games or anything is that they change their shape... And my brother told me that snake people were called naga's, so I'll trust him... I thought they had a different name, but oh wel... guess not. anyways, enjoy!
Finally, the third installment in Time for a Change. I actually merged three stories together in this one. Yes, you can tell at the end that something bad is going to happen. Poor Megan.
Tyrax and Onca battle for her life, but Tyrax realises he cannot bear to take her to the Alliance, which will undoubtably imprison her.
With Onca facing death, Tyrax takes her to be healed by those who want her life.
This story was, when I started writing, set in the Guild Wars universe, mostly because I didn't bother make my own universe there and then. However, in 'Guild Wars: Eye of the North', an expencion pack that was released shortly after I started writing, the cavesystems I had made for my people were suddenly inhabitated by a race called the Azura. I got so angry I pulled the story right out of GW and changed all GW related names, and now there is no trace of GW left. Which I guess might as well be a good thing, because as a fanfic I couldn't post it here.
We see werewolves and shapeshifters as monsters but what does the world look like from their point of view, and what do they think off us.This story is influenced by the works of my favourite norwegian sci fi fantasy writer.
There are no more wolves in Ireland, but this is my take on what hapened to the last.