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Merie replied to the topic Character Castle 2.0 – Room B in the forum Fantasy Writers 4 years, 3 months ago
Your character sounds cool! (anyone with blonde/blue hair, feline eyes, and a knife set is cool)Thank you! xD
I’m quite fond of your characters as well; Ophelia especially already has my heart. She’s a type of character I love to read about but really don’t see often enough!
That’s totally fine! It’s a big learning curve, but as soon as you figure it out it’s really fun! Don’t worry about the quality of your writing at all, as long as you have fun it’s perfect!Very well, in that case I shall just drop my boy in now… and leave him to his own devices until someone comes find him xD
ERIK
As any man with a brain should know, the first thing one does upon being dumped unceremoniously into a strange castle is to find the kitchens.
Doing so was easier than he’d expected, perhaps because the castle appeared to be a rather empty one, which he tried not to let bother him too much. It didn’t give off a forbidding feeling, at any rate, so he supposed that it wasn’t a crime for him to be here. And yet it looked so well-kept, every hallway swept and corner dusted and not a single cobweb in sight, that it couldn’t possibly be uninhabited.
Eh, well, it was probably some sort of magic. And as long as it didn’t bear any malicious intent toward intruders, he’d be all right.
He presently found himself in a large area which he assumed would be the kitchens… if it weren’t as utterly deserted as the rest of the castle. Well, there went the usual plan of getting a word out of any maids or page-boys that were more than happy to pause in the middle of some trivial errand for a chance to slack off. Mighty unsettling, what?
The huge brick oven nearby still glowed red, a soup-pot on the stove was bubbling, and he did smell something spicy. It occurred to him that he had not eaten in several hours.
Now the last thing any man should do when dumped into a strange, empty, most-likely-magical castle must be to eat something inside, especially if he had no idea who made it. But Erik had read many a a Trimoorine folk legend in his childhood, and he knew that nothing was bound to happen unless he did something foolish, like break a particular flower vase or touch a cursed lamp or take a bite of some poisoned fruit. Or maybe nothing would happen if he did any of those things. Either way, he thought to himself as he strode toward the source of that inviting spicy fragrance, it was like he always said–
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Aaaand we will see where this little idiot’s favorite catchphrase will get him soon enough… *shrugs*
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