“And so did she travel into the north, to the lands unbeloved by her god of flower and field, to the kingdom of Elanis’ie, where the sky colors dance and the elderlings dwelt, where she scaled the parapets of ever-ice and sought out her mother, who had been born to the kingdom upon her shield, carried from the great battle of the age to seek healing in those immortal halls”
`The Ziiriad, transcription of oratory performance.
Setup: There are places only spoken of in legend, destinations that can only be reached by heroes after suffering through a long road of trials and proving to both history and the gods above that they are worthy to behold those wonders.
Enlanis’ie was one if those places, a mythical kingdom of the farthest north built off aurora light and glacial ice, which existed only during the depths of polar night. Though it had appeared in innumerable tales over the centuries of its existance, it is most often thought of as a place of healing, where miraculous cures may be sought, or where figures of legend seek their long deserved rest.
Seeking the expertise of an ancient hero, or perhaps an act of healing far beyond the skill of any mortal, the party traveled weeks into the polar expanse following the path of the auroras in the sky till they catch sight of the Enlanis’ie, or atleast it’s imposing glacial walls. Tall as any fortress but barren of any of the ephemeral spires that feature in so many stories of the impossible kingdom, the party will have to find a way through this foreboding ring of ice and explore the place where the kingdom once stood,
Adventure Hooks:
The party’s exploration of these great icy battlements is made no easier by the fact that a blizard has just rolled in, leaving the party no viable shelter besides the surrounding dungeon. Fending off polar beasts and those fey and arcane entities that once fed on the bountiful magic of the eternal aurora.
Bypassing the walls leads the party to a vast exapnse somewhere between a snow covered quarry and a bombed out capital city, with eerie avenues of hollowed out foundations extending maybe two or three stories in the air before simply ending, stiarways projecting out into the open air connecting to nothing. Among these desolate structures the party will encounter loremaster Anisidora, a venerable elven hermit who wanders the remnants of her home with nothing but a lantern full of captured aurora light to guide her way. Immortal in the way of the most ancient elves, Anisidora is frostbitten and half feral from hunger, but an offer of food and a place by the fire might allow the party to discover the story of what exactly happened.
To hear the loremaster tell it, this disastrous disappearance is the fault of one Siretiil Glassbinder, A covetous historian who grew tired of living in a technicolor dreamscape and endeavored to preserve the kingdom’s most magical sights in a medium that could not be distorted by the vagaries of the fey magic that gifted the city with all its miraculous properties . Driven by a love of her home that left no room for the opinions of others, Siretiil moved from simply recording and reproducing the wonders of Elanis’ie to outright catching them in prisms, eventually trapping the entire kingdom in a fractal gem that she still carries with her in a jealous madness. If the party presses, Anisidora will confess that Siretiil was her daughter and onetime apprentice, who broke with her mother over the same ideology that drove her to begin glassing sections of the city. Apparently Anisidora was the one thing about Enlanis’ie that she didn’t want to take with her. Glassbinder could be anywhere in the feywild or material plane by this point, which means that the party will need to add several extra steps to finishing their quest.
did you know that show, not tell applies to dialogue, too? while dialogue can be used to further your narrative, it can also be used to showcase your characters. here's how:
-what is your character hiding? most people don't say things at face value. they hide what they mean within their words and tone, but in writing, you can't verbally hear the character's tone. ways to convey non-verbal tone include: contradictions between words and actions, context behind the words (ie. the scenario, character's actions and feelings), syntax (ie. fragments, repetition, awkward phrasing). also consider who the character is hiding information from: is it the reader? the characters? both?
-favorite words or phrases. does your character use a certain phrase or word a lot? do they often put their prepositions at the beginning or the end of the sentence? these are questions to ask when you're arranging the syntax of the dialogue. everyone has a specific way of talking. make sure you give each character a distinguishable voice.
-personality. this is how you can create a distinguishable voice. is your character confident? are they shy or hesitant? do they repeat the phases of others because they have nothing to add to the conversation? are they confrontational or do they beat around the bush? ask questions like these. if your character is confident, they may make bold statements and appear sure of themselves unlike shy characters who use words such as "maybe" or "should" or "think." to boil it down, think active wordage versus passive.
-observe others. don't look solely at television or other books. sit at your local coffee shop and listen in on conversations, then try and break it down. are they hiding anything? do they frequently use any words or phrases? how would you describe their personality? the better you get at breaking down conversations, the better you can create convincing ones, whether shallow, deep, or as a narrative device, because even if you use your dialogue to move your narrative along, it should still be compulsively convincing.
one way to tell if you've ticked all these boxes is if you can tell who is speaking without any tags.
happy writing! if you have any questions about how to implement any of these tips, our ask box is always open.
Out of all the Seemings in Changeling the Lost, I think the Wizened have to be the funniest.
Like. Imagine you get kidnapped by fairies and forced to do the most menial, boring shit. You are spirited away to Fairy Land and the nobles force you to do stuff like unclog toilets and work customer service for one billion years. And contrary to everything you'd expect from a fantasy world it is boring as sin. A Sidhe noble getting snippy at you because you used the wrong kind of sparkleberries in their parfait was the most noteworthy thing to happen to you in the the past century.
And of course the tedium of it all just shrivels you up like a prune. By the time you finally escape, you're this ancient, wrinkly, little yoda-ass gremlin. Just the crustiest, dustiest barnacle on the face of the earth.
Eventually you manage to find other survivors. Other former humans who had their lives ruined by the Arcadian Slavemasters. Except they're all became beautiful elves and badass elemental golems and sexy animal-men. You find out that even among some of the unluckiest bastards to ever live you are especially unfortunate.
Everyone else was stuck doing things like exploring ever-shifting labyrinths, or fighting dragons, or serving as courtesans in the cut-throat courts of fairy kings. And while that kind of stuff is also awful at least it was whimsical and glamourous in a demented sort of way. At least it didn't suck all the vitality and color from their bodies. At least they all got to become something cool instead of some unremarkable Dobby knock-off. At least their torment was interesting instead of mind-numbingly boring.
Congrats. You survived Wonderland and are now a fairy tale character.
Your reward is Being Old.
I would be so fucking pissed.
I'm posting a group project I did for film school. Idk man
The labyrinth streaches infront of you. You are lost. Which way do you choose?
Go into the light.
To the weird squeaking from the right.
Is someone there at the left corridor?
…are those whispers?
Venture into the dark.
Stay.
Warning.
Entering the labyrinth can be too fearsome for some people. If you cannot stand dark or tight places please do not go forth. No sounds, mild jumpscares ahead.
tw: body horror, blood
vin and human
When I started my transfeminine adventure I was mostly happy with how I dressed, I didn't care. I enjoyed dressing like Adam Sandler every day. Now I stress about outfits for hours before going out, and wearing my old clothes makes me sick to my stomach.
When I started my transfeminine adventure I enjoyed the way my hands looked. I enjoyed that they are scarred and covered in lines like utterly shattered glass. Now I'm exceedingly jealous of online hand models.
When I started my transfeminine adventure I didn't think about my skin, but now I worry about developing a habit of a skincare routine.
When I started my transfeminine adventure I enjoyed going out in public wearing my trans pride pin, but now I'm increasingly aware of the unwelcome stares I get - more than I've ever got in my life.
When I started my transfeminine adventure I wasn't so afraid.
Trans clue memory unlocked:
My whole 7th grade had to learn how to Swing dance. We all had opposite gendered partners to dance with, and kept the same partner as each Gym Class went by. The girls got these sweet coloured poodle print skirts to wear during the dance routines. I was jealous of them. I loved the poodle skirts. I didn't understand why I enjoyed them so much because wearing them was for girls, so they weren't for me. Clearly.
oh god
I bought a pretty circlet today. My husband says it makes me look like an elf :)) I love it!
I also bought a Jester's cap. It is Black&White and has annoying bells and I will be wearing it to Dungeons & Dragons sessions!
Been reading a book over the last few days called 'How To Think Like A Woman' by Regan Penaluna. I've never been so inspired and also angered by someone else's writing before. I feel so inspired by Penaluna's writing and memoir, as well as the stories of the women she's recounted so far as I've read. What upsets me is how blind I've been to 2000+ years of nearly every major philosopher you've ever heard of being a massively misogynistic prick, and how that's affected civilization as a whole. No matter how much good they may have done for philosophy, politics, etc, what's been hidden from history classes are their vitriol-saturated opinions of women. Despite being hidden from modern eyes in order to keep the good moral image of these philosophers in proper condition, they still had massive impacts on the culture of their day and decades or centuries into their future. For my whole life I had this kind of blasé attitude to Philosphy like it was just a bunch of dudes theorizing about the nature of life, and while it is that (simplified), it is also very dangerous because these philosophers (VERY OFTEN MALE) would hold wide influence over many and their ideas became the basis for communities and civilization moving forward. Their grand plans for humanity and their ideals that humanity should strive for were really only meant to prop up the egos of men, and to keep women subservient.
One of the things that stuck with me and bothered me most was this notion that seemed to be a commonality between many of these "great thinkers", which was - "It is virtuous for a woman to be silent, but not for a man, a man should always speak his mind."
That one kinda killed me a bit. To shared that near carbon-copied sentiment over the course of centuries, misogynist philosopher begeting misogynist philosopher for 2 millenia and some change. It kills me a bit inside. It makes me angry.
What does it mean to become radicalized?
leave your laundry on the floor for them