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Third Day Snippets [ 02]

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Here we are, a fifth of the way done with both November and NaNoWriMo and onto our second update for the month! We ended up pushing these updates to the end of the day, in order to give us as much time to complete the third day as we could and we are happy to note that we did in fact hit all of the goals for today!

But let us look at the stats for the month, including today!

Masterpost | Event Tag

Traditional NaNoWriMo: 31,520 out of 50,000

All Month Long: 31,520 out of 150,000

Hit The Mark: 6 out of 30

A Snippet from A Magician and A Curse

They follow her out of the forest, eyes scanning the area as the rain falls, fog rising as they hum low. It garners a small glance from their companion, her eyes more focused on them than anything in the shifting environment. It makes them want to correct her posture; were they not hunting?

A soft voice rises from her, soft purple mist lifting from her lips a better indication of her voice than the noise itself.

“What?”

“We’ve lost the trail.”

They kick at the footprint, already beginning to bleed back into the ground as the rain picks up without consideration. It makes Elios mentally kick themself for not pushing for a faster pace; slight annoyance rises before their companion gives a small shake of her head, hand rising to point into the fog.

“We’re not that lucky.”

The Guard lifts their eyes, narrowing them to peer in the direction the finger guided. A small frown forms, Elios about to give a complaint, before they catch a glimpse of what Rune was focused on.

A wall, only half constructed, gaping holes showing off small silhouettes of more structures further off.

The Guardian throws their companion a look, both of them moving forward and stopping just short of the half-built construction. They take in the wall, looking down the line and finding the mortar seeping out from between the stone blocks, running off and unbinding as the rain beats down on it.

A brick falls from the hole, dropping with a thud before the Guard glances at her.

“What happened here?”

She hums, stepping forward to apply gentle pressure to a brick with her hand and watching as the brick falls away. She shrugs, slides a finger over the mortar before giving the Guard a look. There is something else in that look, Rune keeping her emotions from rising and that is enough to make Elios hesitate even with the calm confidence in her voice.

“They tried to build a wall - didn’t quite make it, by the looks of it.”

The guard frowns; the answer was everything with nothing attached. They glance around as she kicks in the wall to climb over it, eyes taking in the miles of broken structures before stepping forward to follow.

“Why build a wall?”

She stops and the Guard stills with her. She shifts to pin them with a look, something more complicated tinting her frown and voice. Her Magicks come in a burst of purple fog, curling thick around her fingers as the rain keeps it from rising.

“Witches.”

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Find The Words [ 07 ]

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We are dropping deep in the Drafts Hoard, and getting out some really old tag games that we are sure everyone has more than forgotten about, but it's totally fine, new surprises.

Thanks to the lovely @verba-writing for tagging us! You can find her response right here!

Our Words: wonder | forever | company | arrive | breakfast

Open Tag For All Who See And Want To Join! Your Words: professional | duke | confuse | clue | advertise

Wonder | A Knight's Honor

It makes him smile and he gently shifts through the others to find the same condition throughout. He has to wonder if the Lady Swallow had found them in one of the Libraries; maybe they were hidden gems in the pristine manner that the Lords forced every room into. Then he opens the first book, flipping through the pages and stopping as he takes them in.

Forever | Elden's Fight for Ebathara

“May the Worlds treat you kindly my child, Minerva Fiducia. Your Family will always be welcomed within the Lands of Ebathara. Never forget this.” Minerva smiles, moves forward and gives Azoterra a hug, holding onto the Being for what would probably be the last time. It only takes a few seconds before the hug is reciprocated and she can feel the steady hands that had been with her forever hold her back, gentle yet solid. “I won’t ever forget you Azoterra. None of us shall.”

Company | Bentley's Resolve

He gets a hum, the man closing his watch and stuffing it in a pocket as he takes him in. "A good name, indeed. And I am guessing, Bentley Thaddeus Hawkes, considering the lack of any sort of company, that you have kept the matter of our previous encounter to yourself? Why is that?" Bentley lifts a brow, "Would you rather I turn you in? The Reapers do not take nicely to murderers."

Arrive(d) | A Magician and A Curse

“I had trained. I knew what I was doing. I was ready. They even sent me to a Witch that was half-gone, the magic corruption had already begun to rot the skin.” Rune breathes deeply, like she had to drag the story out of herself. “But I was late, I hadn’t kept track of time and arrived after midnight. It seems the Witch had found a house, a family, to attack already.”

Breakfast | Random Fantasy XV

He was looking at Noct in disbelief, his eyes showing his utter happiness at the situation. The birds finished their breakfast, some of them moving back to Wiz as he handed out food to the older birds. Three stayed, all of them plopping onto Prompto’s lap and squirming until they were settled, letting at small “kweh”s in Prompto’s direction.

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The Not Yet Abandoned Works [ 14 ]

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Introducing A Magician and A Curse

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Original Work, Standalone Novel Fantasy, Horror Dual Perspectives, Third Person Present Tense

Mature Content: Murder, Body Mutilation, Violence

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Worldbuilding, Outlining Scene Plotting & Sculpting

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Witches have haunted the Forests of Navamora for far longer than most of the Histories recorded within the Lands. Elios has known of the Witches before ever learning about the Beings of Humanity who have tried and failed to regain any sort of foothold in their Cursed home. Not even Humanity’s attempt at purging the Magicians does anything to help the growing Cursed Existences from rising from the grounds and destroying their World.

It’s only when they meet a Magician, one of those who were cursed at birth to death, that they learn of things not even their beloved Build is aware of. And they come face to face with the disgusting realities that engulf what it really means to hunt a Witch.

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Links to be Added / Updated:

Masterlist | Work's Page | Writing Tag

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Third Day Snippets [ 04 ]

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Well, here we are! Sitting at the beginning of another week and doing another set of tallies and totaling on! Even with our first goal of Traditional NaNo all said and done, we continue on and hope that everyone else is doing good in whatever adventures they have for November!

We got a little distracted this time around but hopefully we can give a little more before the next time we come to give updates! :D

Masterpost | Event Tag

All Month Long: 65,740 out of 150,000

Hit The Mark: 12 out of 30

Traditional NaNoWriMo: Completed

A Snippet From A Magician and A Curse

The Town is completely dead by the time Elios arrives.

All they have to do is sit on the edge of the Town, noting the destruction left behind by the Witch as it took out the scout’s house. It is still smoldering somewhere deep in the remains, embers trapped underneath the rubble still burning even as they try to lick the wet and broken wood into dry kindling. They barely give it a once over before moving on and taking the embers’ heat with them, leaving the ruined house to finally put itself out of its misery.

The trail leading up to the Town is charred and pockmarked; Elios finds the spots where the Witch stepped, notes the blackened dirt and dead grass where its domain spread out to destroy the Lands. They make mental notes of everything, keeping themselves quiet and within the background as they move closer to what was probably a bustling center of the Town.

It sits dead now, completely silent and devoid of anything that breathes without the corruption of Blight tainting its air and lungs. Elios makes small notes of the number of houses, if their foundations still stood, if they were not desolated by fire and brimstone already. There is not much left of the Town; nothing stands untouched and even the Town’s Hall is caved in entirely. Elios glances over the broken walls, finds the roof shattered across the floor area, things either too burned to be identified or already broken down enough to be carried by the wind.

They barely glance over the remnants of the Town, mind trying to track where the Witch moved and aimed, half a thought to any bodies or remains that would have made it through the carnage, and the other on constant watch in case something came to claim the rubble and broken walls.

The silence is the worst of it, Elios freezing with every piece of the Town that is given over to gravity. They find themselves circling the center of the area over and again, something in the way things fall over and again making them want to knock out whatever was clinging to the walls.

They shift closer to the Hall’s ruined walls, glance into the area to find what was falling into eternity, freezes at what they catch.

There is a figure within the ruins, shifting and moving closer to the ground then a normal person and staying away from most of the more ruined areas of the place. Elios shifts away from the walls, tries to track the figure with their eyes as they find a way past the walls that wouldn’t give them away.

They make it to an opening - a door or a window that gave them enough space to get over - before the figure moves and makes them freeze.

It stands tall, too tall for Elios to throw to any Creature they knew of, and they find a billowing cloak floating around the figure in what must have been something of a cover against all of the wet and dirt that surrounded the area. They almost give themselves over to the thought of it being a Witch; it lasts for only a second, and Elios is glad that nothing comes from the rampant thought process.

The Monsters were nothing close to sly or subtle; they were Creatures that were given over to their instincts, hold no real reason to be anything but ready to destroy whatever moved, and Elios sits with all the confidence that there is no Blight sitting in the air and laying waste to the Lands still.

They instead wait it out, tracking the figure and shifting closer without giving themself away.

The next moment makes them freeze though. The figure shifts, the cape billowing away from the Being it is attached too, and Elios stops dead as they find a Being sitting with all the Life and subtly of someone more than capable of sitting within the remains of a Town Hall.

They have hair, longer than Elios is used too, and their skin is loved and touched by the sun, more earth than clouds. The way they are moving gives off the experience of being within the Lands of Nightmares and Elios can just make out the posture of a Being who is both confident and calm and collected.

They watch in silence, try to figure out what anyone could be doing within the remains of a Witch hunted Town. A small thought of vandalism and scavenging comes but it is immediately dissolved in the next moment.

Purple mist, too bright and vibrant to be mistaken for anything within the surrounding, breathes itself out of the Being, as if they were using the smoke to live instead of air. There are also clouds circling around their hands, curling around whatever is in them before they lift into the air and disappear the next moment.

Elios realizes what is happening immediately and the thought drives them forward, less aware of the way the Being freezes with their louder movements.

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I am glad to have been tagged for this question and I will be happy to answer this!

I think I will be focusing on A Magician and A Curse, and doing this question for all of the characters within the story, considering I am doing some plotting and planning for this story!

Intro Post | Writing Tag

Within the Storyverse, Magicks hold themselves to a certain color that best represents both the Magicks and the person who wields them. I think that those colors tend to represent the person best, even if they hold their own personal opinions on the matter.

Rune Fiducia | The Magician

Her Magicks are a deep purple, the kind that you find trapped within an amethyst or ones that blend into raven's wings alongside indigo. Rune holds her own opinions about her Magicks, but she does not mind their color. She actually likes to display the colors within the forests.

Elios Aeterna | The Guardian

Their Magicks are a summer orange, more resembling the fruit or the haze that shifts the Golden Hours into Twilight. They do not hold that much preference for the color though; their Magicks are those of a Pyromancer - wielding fire and flames - and they find the color of their Magicks showing off their inexperience. So it is good color to represent them; they do not enjoy it when it is displayed.

Gregory Wilkins | The Guildmaster

His Magicks are the color of a deep red, maybe one that would be as dark and pure as blood or the heated hearts of embers and coal used within furnaces. He takes deep pride in the color of his Magicks; his flames burn hot and fast, cleansing the Witches and putting the Blight to rest.

Martin Atwood | The Hunter

His Magicks are grey and cloudy, as if he is more smoke and fog than any real and pure flame. I would more compare him to smoking kindling or leaves / firewood that smokes instead of burns. He does not really hold that much of an opinion on his grey Magicks; it holds both good and bad connotations, not holding a more stable form of flames as other Pyromancers.

Happy Blorbo Blursday! Feel free to join in on the fun! :D

🪷 Neal Anderson, the Natsume Rune System

Blorbo Blursday #4

What color represents your character best? Is this their favorite color or something completely different?

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Find The Words [ 12 ]

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Ending the day on a wonderfully high note with yet another Draft from the Hoard of the same variety of Tag Game! I think I do enjoy these the most since there is not a lot of outside decision making or position setting. But anyways!

Thank you to the wonderful @blind-the-winds for tagging us! You can find their response right here! :D

Our Words: best | blot | begin | blink | bored.

Open Tag For All Who See And Want To Join! Your Words: exclude | food | patient | minimum | budge

Content Warnings: Violence, Blood Please Keep Yourselves Safe.

Best | The Villain's Hero

It isn’t in his best interest. The fight is still fresh in his mind, the wound with the word she had spat at him still bleeding over his insides. But the show of her body getting ripped apart by the Traitor is more than he can stand. He presses himself against the bars, trying to catch the attention. Blood is pooling, and even with the amazing feat of healing she always displays, worry twists his stomach and eats through his throat.

Blot(ted) | Random Fantasy XV

It must have cost a fortune though whoever had bought it blotted the tag out. “Hey Noct?” “Yeah?” “Just for like, reference. How much is this baby?” “Free.” “Noct.”

Begin(s) | A Magician And A Curse

Elios purses their lips, grips the sword hilt harder as they watch the Witch shamble through the clearing. It stops, its head rising slightly as whispering begins. Elios frowns slightly. “What is-“ Something rams into them, sending them into another bush as an explosion resounds. Elios slides, grunts as they blink, Rune hunched over them and focused on the clearing. “This is bad.”

Blink(s) | A Knight's Honor

“Lady Elizabeth, please return to your Family. I am of no concern, but I cannot allow a Lady of the Swallow Family to follow my whims of curiosity.” She blinks with the words, but before he can try to continue to convince her, that familiar pout comes. It holds all of her stubbornness in it, and he almost sighs as she puts it into her voice and reply as well. “I do believe I can decide my path myself, thank you very much.”

Bored | Random Fantasy XV

Cor sighed, adjusted his grip on Prompto as he gave them a bored look. “You guys failed. Just letting you know. We will try the exercise again another time. In the meanwhile,” He instantly shifted his hold on Prompto, bringing the blonde to sit on his shoulder, Prompto screeching as he clung to his head. “COR, PUT ME DOWN! NOCT, SAVE ME!” “We will help Prompto with his fear.”