My wife and I have a thousands of words long document we've been writing together since 2002. I also write jokes for my stand up and do a lot of commentary on subjects in my profession (sign maker / graphic designer). I think it helps me as a Dungeon Master. Being able to try and structure things logically when I am primarily splishsplashcrazybrained... Gives me a clue in on what's good in communication. I'm working on doing some writing for the DMsGuild as well for the first time. I've plotted out table top stories for a lot of systems over the years, but will be my first time sharing publicly. Looking forward to that.
It's a post-apocalyptic type story. Two sides have been in a war against each other for years. One side attempts to decimate the other with nukes, and the other side see this and fire all their weapons in retaliation. Everything is destroyed apart from one city which was hit by a failed weapon blast.
The city is taken over by survivors of the other side (the bad guys) and, long story short, a teenager with schizophrenia accidentally ends up leading the rebellion. Bad stuff happens, secrets, politics, torture. Fun times.
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If you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death.
My current fling is with a story about a couple in the 18th century whose small vessel crashes on an island off the coast of Maine. Naturally, the island is populated with cultists, and, naturally, they want to sacrifice the girl to their elder god.
Of course, it is a bit more complicated than that, but I figured I'd do a silly synopsis too.
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"When I finally find a pen I have nothing to say..." ~Some graffiti I found once.
McMuffins never tasted so sweet, maybe it was the grape jelly he put on it or maybe it was the fact that he lived in a box for the past two weeks. Drinking water that seeped in from the rains that have pounded the area. His head pounded still, being buried alive for two weeks and being in sunlight would do that to anyone, he reckoned. The disaster that was his life meant that he would have to face this demon. His mother. She did this, in her fiery fury. He always knew she was evil, she had the penchant for cruelty beyond words. But that she was an actual demon? That thought never crossed his mind.
He took another greasy bite of his second sandwich, letting the jelly run down his chin. It felt good to have that sticky feeling there, the glob of purple sweetness drooling down into his facial hair. He never thought he'd feel something like that again, yet it never crossed his mind how pleasant some things can be when you have a second chance at life. It's not like he enjoyed the feeling of getting food on his face before he was imprisoned under the soil but now it was something he wouldn't take for granted. It's the small things, after all. His bloodied hand grabbed a napkin a dabbled the jelly off of his face.
"You think you know someone, like really know them", he looked across the table at the woman sitting there. She was smiling, hiding the secret, this he was sure of. "And then they turn into a creature out of Revelations. Brimstone oozes forth and the fires of judgment are used against you. Why did you help me? Who are you?"
"I'm like you, a spawn. That's all you need to know, Darin. We don't have much time and we need to get to the safe house." She spoke slowly and deliberately. Still smiling, with a light in her eyes that shined like a beacon of hope and love.
Darin shook his head. No one's eyes could convey that, only hers did. He felt a warmth looking into her eyes as if he was looking into her soul and finding nothing but everlasting peace. He could taste strawberry ice cream, the good kind you find at a local ice cream shop, with thick chunks of strawberry and a sweet, cold cream.
And...scene!
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I've always enjoyed reading and wanted to write my own stories. Honestly, i think i've had some cool ideas, a superhero-ish theme centered around the elemets in a fantasy /sci-fi mixed setting. Books about dragons, and another fantasy world called Sylvend that i'm working on making into a d&d campaign someday and posting it on DM's Guild. I started writing these books about a year or two ago and never really got past chapter 2 or 3. I lack dedication.
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"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
I usually start with the outline, developing the characters, and why the bad guy turned sour, before I even begin writing the actual story. I only start giving the names serious thought before I get too far. I have been working on a number of books for the past few years, and every person I have shown them to took great interest in them.
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"You attack Me? Of all the Tieflings here? You're going to regret that..."
Samudra - Dragonborn Druid- Mistbusters, Curse of Strahd
It's funny, I'm reading this post back and thinking "should I really drop this here?" and "I say that I was always told I'm good at this stuff, but this post is so archaic and sounds like a rambling idiot." That being said, I said I was good a poetry, not long coherent text walls, that I always seem to end up posting (minus the coherent part).
One of the best-written and most readable walls of text I've seen in a while, actually.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
I've been working on what I hope will someday be a publishable fantasy novel. I've worked with my older brother on it since I was in highschool (about a decade now), and he's basically given me all rights over it since i've carried it so far. Now that I DM, it's become the campaign setting we use, barrow in just enough lore from D&D proper to have the creatures and conventions that make it easy to play. One of the players writes with me and we bounce idea's off each other for our separate projects. I have a lot of work to do to relized this dream and hardly any time, it every paragraph is at least a smidgen closer.
My wife and I have a thousands of words long document we've been writing together since 2002. I also write jokes for my stand up and do a lot of commentary on subjects in my profession (sign maker / graphic designer). I think it helps me as a Dungeon Master. Being able to try and structure things logically when I am primarily splishsplashcrazybrained... Gives me a clue in on what's good in communication.
I'm working on doing some writing for the DMsGuild as well for the first time. I've plotted out table top stories for a lot of systems over the years, but will be my first time sharing publicly. Looking forward to that.
I write! I've written a novel that is in the process of being edited at the moment. We'll see where that goes ^^
If you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death.
"When I finally find a pen I have nothing to say..." ~Some graffiti I found once.
It's a post-apocalyptic type story. Two sides have been in a war against each other for years. One side attempts to decimate the other with nukes, and the other side see this and fire all their weapons in retaliation. Everything is destroyed apart from one city which was hit by a failed weapon blast.
The city is taken over by survivors of the other side (the bad guys) and, long story short, a teenager with schizophrenia accidentally ends up leading the rebellion. Bad stuff happens, secrets, politics, torture. Fun times.
-nailed that description-
-needs a nap-
If you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death.
My current fling is with a story about a couple in the 18th century whose small vessel crashes on an island off the coast of Maine. Naturally, the island is populated with cultists, and, naturally, they want to sacrifice the girl to their elder god.
Of course, it is a bit more complicated than that, but I figured I'd do a silly synopsis too.
"When I finally find a pen I have nothing to say..." ~Some graffiti I found once.
Any story that involves an elder god is a good story!
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McMuffins never tasted so sweet, maybe it was the grape jelly he put on it or maybe it was the fact that he lived in a box for the past two weeks. Drinking water that seeped in from the rains that have pounded the area. His head pounded still, being buried alive for two weeks and being in sunlight would do that to anyone, he reckoned. The disaster that was his life meant that he would have to face this demon. His mother. She did this, in her fiery fury. He always knew she was evil, she had the penchant for cruelty beyond words. But that she was an actual demon? That thought never crossed his mind.
He took another greasy bite of his second sandwich, letting the jelly run down his chin. It felt good to have that sticky feeling there, the glob of purple sweetness drooling down into his facial hair. He never thought he'd feel something like that again, yet it never crossed his mind how pleasant some things can be when you have a second chance at life. It's not like he enjoyed the feeling of getting food on his face before he was imprisoned under the soil but now it was something he wouldn't take for granted. It's the small things, after all. His bloodied hand grabbed a napkin a dabbled the jelly off of his face.
"You think you know someone, like really know them", he looked across the table at the woman sitting there. She was smiling, hiding the secret, this he was sure of. "And then they turn into a creature out of Revelations. Brimstone oozes forth and the fires of judgment are used against you. Why did you help me? Who are you?"
"I'm like you, a spawn. That's all you need to know, Darin. We don't have much time and we need to get to the safe house." She spoke slowly and deliberately. Still smiling, with a light in her eyes that shined like a beacon of hope and love.
Darin shook his head. No one's eyes could convey that, only hers did. He felt a warmth looking into her eyes as if he was looking into her soul and finding nothing but everlasting peace. He could taste strawberry ice cream, the good kind you find at a local ice cream shop, with thick chunks of strawberry and a sweet, cold cream.
And...scene!
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I've always enjoyed reading and wanted to write my own stories. Honestly, i think i've had some cool ideas, a superhero-ish theme centered around the elemets in a fantasy /sci-fi mixed setting. Books about dragons, and another fantasy world called Sylvend that i'm working on making into a d&d campaign someday and posting it on DM's Guild. I started writing these books about a year or two ago and never really got past chapter 2 or 3. I lack dedication.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
I usually start with the outline, developing the characters, and why the bad guy turned sour, before I even begin writing the actual story. I only start giving the names serious thought before I get too far. I have been working on a number of books for the past few years, and every person I have shown them to took great interest in them.
"You attack Me? Of all the Tieflings here? You're going to regret that..."
Samudra - Dragonborn Druid- Mistbusters, Curse of Strahd
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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I've been working on what I hope will someday be a publishable fantasy novel. I've worked with my older brother on it since I was in highschool (about a decade now), and he's basically given me all rights over it since i've carried it so far. Now that I DM, it's become the campaign setting we use, barrow in just enough lore from D&D proper to have the creatures and conventions that make it easy to play. One of the players writes with me and we bounce idea's off each other for our separate projects. I have a lot of work to do to relized this dream and hardly any time, it every paragraph is at least a smidgen closer.
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i wrote poetry once i liked it some i wrote for funny bard poems
I write.. I´m not published - yet. I´m currently working on a great project, that I´m going to publish, once it´s done.
I write but have the bad habit of never finishing... :(
Pico De Lolobardo; Aarakocra bard.
Tyto is family of owls like the Barn Owl.