[Brooke]

Name: Wylo Reni

Age: 34

Appearance: Red-brown hair and has a mustache. His eyes are more grey than blue, and they are cold and hard. His face is chiseled, and he has a slightly hawk-like nose. He is not a muscular person, but that shouldn’t deceive you. He may have a lean frame, but he is skilled in fencing and wrestling — although he doesn’t prefer fighting, he likes working in his lab.

Outfit: Silver-grey suit with coattails, black boots, and a bowler hat. Has a knife in his left boot. He doesn’t generally carry a sword, but for this story I’ll have him wearing one.

Weapons: ^ but he is more of a diplomatic person and would rather avoid using them.

Personality/Backtory (I’m combining these two because it’s easier to explain together): Wylo was the younger brother of Waynot Reni, who was the heir to the throne of Banerow. Waynot would be the High-ark, and Wylo the high-duke, the second in command and the fellow who would succeed his brother if Waynot was not able to rule anymore and didn’t have any children of eligible age. The two brothers were very close when they were younger, they would even finish each other’s sentences and could almost tell what the other was thinking.

Waynot always looked out for Wylo and encouraged his tinkering. Wylo loved inventing things, and built a microscope — the first ever in their world — when he was only twelve. But when Waynot was ten and Wylo was six, their parents died of the livid-man’s disease. They clung to each other even more. Officials appointed by the dying high-ark ruled until Waynot was of age: at fifteen. So the young ruler now had an entire country to run, and it was overwhelming. He, understandably, couldn’t spend as much time with his brother, but for the young eleven-year-old high-duke, that was hard. Waynot was all the family he had. But he was intent on helping Waynot as best he could, and put his scientific knowledge to use. He solved many problems, and his brother was thankful for the help.

Later on, Wylo predicted that one of their huge dams would break and he made a plan to fix it, saving the country from a lot of damage. That was just one example of his ingenuity. But then, Waynot started growing a bit prideful and took all the credit for himself, with Wylo barely acknowledged. And then came the day when Wylo predicted, with his advanced equipment, a coming earthquake that could destroy a large portion of Illick (the capital city of Banerow where the castle was) — but Waynot didn’t believe him. Then Wylo’s one lover and friend, Ahlee, dies. Wylo stops talking to his brother in his grief and anger, and as he watches Waynot rules, he feels that he could do it better, help the people better, and get folks to safety before that earthquake. So, he starts working in his lab on a special, special drink….

***

Ok, that was insanely long. I am such a long-winded person. *sigh* Thank you if you even read that 😀

I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.

[Audra E. S.]

Wylo sounds awesome! And this is just a warning of what is possible, but I may leave SE soon. ‘Kay? Good. I will return as soon as possible if that happens.

Could one steal past those watchful dragons? I thought I could.
-C.S. Lewis

[Cathy]

@jasmine @wingiby-iggiby
heh heh…
…
Yeah, I really like Ehud too. Would it be absolutely horrible if I added Rosario to figure out their dynamic?

Brooke wrote:

DO NOT KILL EHUD OR I WILL *stops to consider what type of threat she could possibly have at her disposal* DO SOMETHING YOU WOULD’NT LIKE!!!

Threaten to steal my coffee? 😉

To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.

[Brooke]

@backwardslivewriter

Thank you! 😀 And you have to leave!?! Aw man, I was just going to be able to interact with your characters!   🙁 But I understand completely; that is what just happened to me. I hope you’ll be able to get back on soon!

I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.

[Brooke]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Add Rosario (that would be an awesome character building exercise, btw), add a cow, add a snail, add a body-building superhero or a snarky rag doll, but DON’T KILL EHUD: OR YES, YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF CAFFEINE DEPLETED AND I WILL BE CAFFEINE FULL AND HYPERVENTILATING. 😛

I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.

[Mischievous Thwapling]

@backwardslivewriter

Aww.. Hope you can come back soon if so. 🙁

@this-is-not-an-alien

DO NOT KILL EHUD!!! Lol.  If you want, you just take him out, like have the ground underneath him open up and transport him home or something, then introduce Rosario.  But pleeeeaase don’t kill him!! 😛 But of course, it’s up to you!

@wingiby-iggiby

HE SOUNDS AWESOME!!! I also have two new characters I wanna bring in from a different fantasy story too, but I just got the BEST idea for a story about one of the side characters in it, and so now I’m debating what to do… BUT BRING WYLO IN!!

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

[Mischievous Thwapling]

Forgot to add… Wylo’s story is SO cool.

 

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

[Cathy]

EmilyRemixed wrote:

Greetings. My walls now hold you and taunt you. You will not escape and you will not remember my voice once you awake.
I am the setting. Welcome.

Bwahaha that was awesome!

EmilyRemixed wrote:

That was pretty cool.

Oh, uh, thanks! I love how Kami’s first response to the surprise birthday party is to yell at Erin 😀

Ehud may or may not have fallen asleep on Estar’s shoulder but he jerked up the moment he realized he’d dozed off blinking back a dream haze about fighting skeletons and dying and disappearing. Was he dreaming or was that Lord Castle?
“I don’t wanna die!” He threw his hands into the air to wake himself up. “I’ve been there done that, tried it once I’m not trying it again!”
He rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. They were all still here, each in their respective places…or something like that. He rubbed his eyes again just in case. Nope, still here. But the fox’s cool and she’s still here too. A couple people disappeared and they haven’t reappeared, Ehud wondered to himself if the Castle is a serial killer. If so there’s a new victim approaching with a contextually ironic winning grin. In fact, that’s probably why Ehud instantly didn’t trust him. On the other hand, the stranger has no idea what he’s in for.
With a mental shrug Ehud waved at the man.
“Hi, I’m Ehud! Are you gonna die too?!”

@wingiby-iggiby
WELCOME WYLO RENI!
(also a snarky rag doll would be a pretty cool character I’m filing that into my subconscious:)

@backwardslivewriter
oh too bad, hope you come back soon!

ok Rosario here we go:
Name: Rosario de Vera Cruz (of the True Cross)
Age; seventeen
Physical traits; muscular/acrobatic build, shoulder-length curls, dark brown eyes.
Personality traits; may murder you in your sleep, high-functioning sociopath, ISTJ-a, blunt, not emotionally expressive although excellent at faking personas when necessary, in her true shell she’s sardonic, terse, a bit of a rebel and enjoys adrenaline-rushing activities. Focuses on the practical side of things, thinks in terms of assets and liabilities.
Character history/origins; child spy used as leverage against her father until she escaped and lives with Ehud and Enoch while she searches for her family.
Occupation;…*Rosario folds her arms and glares at me as she steals my seat; “Don’t. Even. Think about it.”* um, she does odd-jobs to maintain their apartment?
Biggest motivator; purpose-drive, right now her “job” is to protect Ehud and his brother, Enoch.
Biggest fear; having no purpose
Things she likes; watching Ehud do what Ehud does, cleaning her guns, guns in general, info niche; how to design and defuse bombs, enjoys aesthetics and some fashion (on a job views her beauty as a tool, at ease enjoys her own style of beauty), action
Things she dislikes; everybody, crowds, loud noise,
What is her most prized possession?; her stuffed cat, it was a birthday gift from her father
What does this character’s voice sound like?; crisp a little raspy, only speaks a mix of Spanish and English around her inner circle or when she’s very comfortable

To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.

[Brooke]

@mischievous-thwapling

Thank you!! 😀 And yes, bring characters in!!! Side-characters are so awesome, bc they bring so much more to the story. Btw, I love your new profile pic! I so wish it would snow here in NC.

@this-is-not-an-alien

“I don’t wanna die!” He threw his hands into the air to wake himself up. “I’ve been there done that, tried it once I’m not trying it again!”

LOL! That is so funny, you are so good with those dying remarks! 😛 And yes, a snarky rag doll would actually make for an interesting character. Hmm….

Rosario sounds so cool! Bring her in!!!

 

 

I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.

[Brooke]

He sat at his workbench, measuring vials of bubbling substances and writing notes upon notes upon notes in a sketchy, but elegant, script. The desk was cluttered with documents and knick-knacks, jars and lots of different pens. It was the only place in his little haven that he allowed himself to get unorganized. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief, for the shed was overly hot. He had built the shed for himself, not caring what it looked like on the outside; only about what was on the inside — his equipment, his books, his inventions. He had built it so he had a place all to himself. But he needed to invent and install an air cooler. It wouldn’t be too hard anyway.

He stood up and walked over to one of his shelves and picked up a large, leather bound book covered with dust he hadn’t bothered to wipe off. Turning the crusty pages, he finally found what he was looking for and had looked at a hundred times already. But he would never find it, would he? And did he really want to do this? How would he even test it?

I am doing this for the good of the people. Waynot doesn’t really know how to run a country. He is falling into that trap all leaders fall into: greed. I’ll be helping all of Banerow. I’ll be saving them. And Waynot will still be High-ark. I’ll just be the one behind it all. Just like I’ve always been behind it all… Always in the shadows, always in the back…. Oh, Ahlee. Why did you go? I loved you. You were all I had left. Even the Waynot I knew is gone. You at least understood and loved me to the last, you at least encouraged me and kept me on the right path. Would you agree to this? I’m sorry. Please, just forgive me.

He sank back into his bench and put his elbows on the desk, and his head in his hands.

I want to do the right thing, but I’m so angry at him. I just keep festering. He dis-acknowledges me and pushes me aside and–and isn’t the brother I remember. Not anymore.

Wylo raised his head and poured a clear, fizzing liquid into a bottle containing a slightly bluish gel and watched as they mixed together and made a thick bubbling fluid. He sighed, because, even with all of his knowledge, he still wasn’t quite sure how he was going to make it. Or that he even wanted to make it. He knew the laws of their world, how matter mixed with matter to make miraculous things, and how the Creator had imbued the world with those properties — but how could he find the right properties? How….

And do I even know this is what I need to do? 

Yes. I need to do it, and I’ve already gone over the reasons.

Wylo poured himself over the experiment again, but his mind was elsewhere. He would have to travel far to get the things he needed. He knew what he was making would be the best way to accomplish his purpose. There would be no legal challenges, no explaining anything, no controversies. He would control his brother, and in the process save his people and make Banerow a better place.

He was so engrossed in his studies, flipping through ancient tomes and fiddling sometimes with this little project or that, that when he next looked up, he leapt to his feet.

What?

A jumble of green and brown undergrowth clustered at his feet. Tall trees towered overhead, their branches entangling with each other, and through which he could faintly see a bright blue sky. The air was humid and steam rose from the ground. It had just rained. Wylo stared. What had happened — if it actually had happened — was not scientifically possible. By no laws on this earth was it possible. But, then again, was he on his earth? Wylo could not wrap his head around it. So he decided not to. He would go back to working at his experiment, and if anything else drastic happened, it would have to come to him. Besides, maybe if he lost himself in his work again, he might get back to his den.

***

Another long post. I just get carried away.

• This reply was modified 5 years, 5 months ago by Brooke.

I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.

[Mischievous Thwapling]

@wingiby-iggiby

I know! But sadly, the story with the side character would be a whole new saga that I love the idea of, but I’m hesitant to put the main character in here cause my MC is a… dragon.  That sounds really stupid, but trust me, in my fantasy world, it works! (Clarification: the story I want to do with the side character has the dragon as the main character, not the other I’m currently working on, which features humans as the main characters.  However, I’m not sure if I should just switch to the dragon story because I feel that if I keep jumping from story to story, I’l never finish any… BUUUT, I like the new dragon idea so much better, I’m conflicted. I’ve just decided to bring in two guys from my other WIP (with the human main characters), cause I at least want to try to finish the human one, then I’ll just label at as “That first attempt as at a story, otherwise known as the failure.”)

Sooo sorry, I was just rambling there.. I literally decided what I was gonna do as I typed that XD

And thank you!! You can’t tell from the pic, but it’s of me chucking a snowball at my little brother *evil cackle* I know, tho! We actually don’t get snow where we live either; we drove up north (still in our state tho) to play in it for the day.  🙂 Weird thing, though, we only had to drive an hour and forty minutes to see that snow… Makes me wonder why it can’t just snow where we live if it’s that close!

LOVED YOUR POST!!! Do NOT worry… I got really carried away in the one I’m about to post, too. Lol.

@this-is-not-an-alien

Wow, Rosario (How do you say her name, btw?) sounds soo cool! I love her! *begins chanting* Bring her in, bring her in!

@rusted-knight

Welcome back! I missed you! I’ve been praying for you 🙂

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

[Rusted Knight]

Whelp, I best begin.

Allen broke through the water’s surface. Just in time to see the others. He was about to ask when he felt it. The lingering magic. Teleportation or high speed movement. Allen bet on high speed. Teleportation worked on the border of the world’s natural laws. If a spell existed for it, the power needed would have to astronomical. Who could have that sort of power and still be able to stand after the use of it.

As he pondered that question, he felt Erin disappear. Now he lost a commander before he could even report for duty. Scratching his head, Allen looked at the newcomers. The woman seemed to be meditating but faintly Allen could tell she was trying to find something. That was good. A long range scan of the area would tell what other new enemies the castle was preparing.

The man in the meantime seemed content with explaining their life before this unfortunate turn of events. All the while, he maintained a relaxed stance. A fighter ready to attack or defend in a moment. Ehud’s mention of books seemed to prick up his ears. Another like himself, a student of war?

Then Allen noticed the fish. Dropping to the ground, he began to cut into the flesh when he remembered the raptor claws. No point in going up again. These two did not give off the air of villains. He would trust them for now.

Now back to the important things. How should be prepare the fish? Should he try to simmer it or fry it in its own oils? Maybe he could find an herb or two for flavor. And a little salt and pepper couldn’t hurt.

The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen

[Mischievous Thwapling]

*starts to cry* This is Colma’s last post… (You don’t have to read the stuff in italics, it was more for kicks)

Colma was already feeling threatened and uncomfortable.  The Wen girl had used magic on her, and her companion was yabbering about her past.  What did Colma care about that?

She had just begun to back up against the castle’s wall–because everyone knew having something solid behind you was a secure sensation–when a new man strode out from among the trees.

Colma barely had time to mutter, “Great.  Another psychopath,” before the wall against her back disappeared, just like when she had experienced her worst fear.  She toppled backwards into utter blackness and bit her tongue so hard that she tasted blood.  As abruptly as she’d fallen, Colma was sprawled across icy snow, a small campfire crackling next to her.  She sat bolt-upright and whipped her head around, bewildered and trying to find where she was.

She nearly gasped when she realized that she was back at her campsite–the place she had been before the castle craziness had started.

Colma shivered, pulled her deer skin blanket up to her shoulders, and stared hard into the fire, wondering how her mind could’ve been  imaginative enough to cook up the castle dream.  But as she shifted positions, pain splintered up her leg.  Colma ripped off her blanket and gawked at her injured leg.  She had wounded her leg in her dream, but wasn’t it just that?  A dream.

She examined her leg, then slowly shook her head.  Her axe was gone, too.  It couldn’t have been an illusion then.  Colma swiveled around to see the crack she’d originally crawled through, the one that had led to the insane situation.  But the rock face was flat, unbroken.

More mystified and confused than before, Colma twisted back around, thinking hard.

But a flash of bright red caught her eye.  She swung around.  On a snow-blanketed hill, which glittered in the frosty moonlight, a solitary, crimson fox stood stock-still, its muzzle pointed upwards as if it was trying to nose the clouds.  It didn’t resemble Brin, but something about the graceful sight calmed Colma.  The splash of scarlet among the white landscape  and the tree’s brown trunks was mesmerizing.

The lithe fox watched the cloud-swirling sky for another moment before cocking its head around, like it was looking at Colma.  She froze, afraid the slightest movement would frighten it away.  Glowing eerily, its pale amber eyes bored into Colma, who simply stared, heart beating loudly in her ears.

Finally, the fox nimbly bounded down the snowy hill, disappearing into the velvety night and leaving small, delicate footprints in its wake.

Colma sank down next to her fire, puzzled.  Since when did she take an interest in foxes?  Usually she would’ve killed it for food, but now it felt strange to consider that.  It almost seemed like doing so would be an insult to Brin, who Colma had regretfully never asked if all foxes could talk.

Exhausted, confused, and wondering if her time at the castle had changed her for the better–for now she valued life, the gift of life–Colma gazed unblinkingly into the fire, humming an old tune about a fox who had talked to a raven about winter and jumped over the moon.  Her mother had used to sing it to her when Colma was a child as a lullaby… Colma began to sing the lullaby, even though her voice cracked on the high notes and she couldn’t quite hit the low ones.  It sounded horrible, but none-the-less, her song rose to the tips of the skeleton tree’s branches, wafting up the frosty moon….

The last brown leaves withered and fell.

Fox looked at the bare trees, only a shell,

Of what they once were

in their red and orange whir

of color.

“Raven,” cried Fox,  “give me your advice.

The grass is gone, now only ice! 

The sun won’t shine.

For it we can only pine!”

“Naive Fox,” croaked Raven, “don’t you know?

“Winter has come, to put on a show!

“Fall’s only over, nothing to fear.  

“Lend me your ear,  

“like you would your mother!” 

Now lighthearted, Fox frolicked away. 

The tree’s bald branches seemed to sway, 

listening to their own song, 

Of icicles dripping, like a light gong.  

Fox stopped and looked into the sky.  

Shooting stars were zipping by.  

With a cry and a yelp, Fox jumped into the air.  

Fox flew higher until he passed Sun’s lair.  

“Fox,” rumbled Sun, “why are you here?” 

Fox only replied, “Winter is here!” 

Fox came to Moon, and told her the same.  

Moon scolded Fox for his silly game.  

“Silly Moon,” gekkered Fox. 

Get your mind out of your own box!” 

 Fox jumped over Moon, 

leaving her callin’ him a prune.  

Fox landed in the snow once more.  

His trip delighted him to the core.  

As he curled up to sleep, 

Raven landed on a branch to on him peep. 

“Fox,” sighed Raven, “I advise

For you to realize:

Seasons will never stay.  

One shall always keep the other at bay. 

So treasure the day

Before it’s taken away.” 

If Raven’s words were wasted, 

I shall not know, 

for Fox only dreamt of frolicking in snow.  

 

Sorry, that “song” Colma’s mother used to sing was really silly and poorly written, but I figured, “Hey, it’s a lullaby, aren’t they silly?” Plus, I don’t have time rn to write a good one XD

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

[Mischievous Thwapling]

@backwardslivewriter

I don’t think those things Colma thought about Wen’s past… that’s just Colma, please don’t take offense! 😀

Everyone: 

That post was so long, you don’t have to read it at all. It was just me saying goodbye to Colma.  Basically, she fell through the castle wall and is back where she was camping before she entered the castle.  That’s the gist, you don’t have to read it 😉 

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

[Jasmine]

I read it anyway. It was beautiful! A good goodbye to Colma.
 

I will be switching out Brin soon I think. I might bring her back later just because it’s so fun to Write from her prospective. (If that’s ok will you all).

 

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