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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 11:01 pm
All righty-then. So, I've been working on a story lately. I have no idea what to call it yet, and it's not complete, but I am finished with the outline. I guess I'll post it in installments. I will gladly welcome and consider any suggestions you might have, whether they deal with the story itself, or the as-of-yet nonexistent title.
Note: I don't know if this is going to get me in trouble, but the story is a gay romance/tragedy. There is no explicit sexual content. To be more specific, there is absolutely nothing that breaks Gaia's PG-13 rule. There are sexual references, but they are not explicit.
I figured I may as well just say that now, so if it's going to get me in trouble, I can get it over with now, instead of later, when someone is reading the story and realizes what it is.
In other words, if you're anti-gay and you read past this line, you're only wasting your own time.
And without further ado, the first two sections of 'Untitled'.
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“It would be best for both of us.”
The words hadn’t been spoken harshly, or even thoughtlessly. He tried to recall the look in her eyes as she’d said them, but could only remember the words themselves.
“Goodbye, Naoel.” She’d paused, then, little more than a moment’s hesitation, but he’d been too stricken to say anything, to try to stop her, to try to salvage what they’d had. Then she’d walked away, and the press of aristocratic bodies closed off even the sight of her retreat.
Naoel closed his eyes. He could hear the mournful keening of the Drasilian priests, even here, in the supposed sanctum of the forest. The sunlight reached him only in broken shapes through the orange leaves; the scent of nature, of trees and dew and even the rotting leaves strewn across the forest floor, soothed him in a way little else ever could; and yet even here, the priests seemed determined to infect him with the sadness of the holiday.
Holiday, indeed.
Two thousand years ago—they said—Ra, the spirit of Harmony and the third shard of the shattered Creator, Luseik Kusefora, died. With his death, he opened the way for all mankind to enter Crai, the Sky Kingdom. So, every year, on this day, devout Drasilians celebrated and mourned Ra’s terrible sacrifice. The mourning was, apparently, to be conducted as loudly as possible. Naoel was fairly certain that the temple in which the service was held stood nearly an hour’s walk from this spot.
He tried to shut it out. He tried to turn his mind to other things. The mourning dirge, though, embraced him like spider silk, and turned his every thought toward…
Ecia.
The word hit him like a fist, and he visibly sagged, his back to a particularly gnarled tree.
No.
He straightened suddenly. Ecia was a thing of the past. Besides, Naoel was seeing another woman—and it would hardly be fair to Crielle if he insisted on dwelling on past loves.
Love.
Another word that hurt. But why? Was it because he missed his last love? Or was it because he wasn’t sure whether he’d ever really loved Ecia to begin with?
For that matter, did he love Crielle?
The keening of the priests reached a high point just then, and Naoel suppressed a shudder. No. No, those were dangerous thoughts for a betrothed man nearing his twentieth year.
“You think too much,” he muttered, and startled himself with his own voice; he then realized just how distant the mourning priests were. “Perhaps you’d see better reason with some food in you.”
Opening his eyes, Naoel pushed off the tree and, stubbornly thinking of nothing but hot food, made his way out of the forest.
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Something about the Viretan struck Naoel as odd, but he couldn’t quite discern what it was. Certainly the man was handsome, and well-dressed—his blonde hair and bright ocean-colored blue-green eyes created a stark yet not unappealing contrast with the dark, almost somber suit he wore. The shirt beneath the jacket was a deep, lush purple, and was the only real bit of color he wore, aside from an unobtrusively small ruby pendant on a silver chain round his neck. He wasn’t wearing a tie, unlike most of the men in the room, and his shirt was open to the second button, revealing just a glimpse of his hairless, muscular chest. With the formal jacket, the open shirt was an oddity, but not a large one. And because he was a foreigner, everyone seemed willing to forgive him the small fashion faux pas.
Or, perhaps, it wasn’t his country of origin that made them so eager to forgive.
His jacket and trousers were both solid black and precisely pressed, with creases that made Naoel think of folded paper. If the Viretan’s suit made Naoel think of paper, though, his shoes reminded Naoel of polished black glass.
The most notable detail about the man, however, had nothing to do with his appearance.
He was surrounded by women. Some, Naoel noted with grim amusement, were married. Yet, for all that the wealthy, well-bred women were flinging themselves at him, the man’s face was a mask of bored aloofness.
“Jealous?” Naoel jumped at the sound of Cadriana’s voice, and turned to face her, frowning.
“Because he’s got his pick of”—he glanced over, and did a cursory count—“nine women? Certainly not.”
Cadriana handed him a glass of pinkish champagne. “Crielle isn’t here,” she remarked, seemingly idly, but she watched Naoel out of the corner of her eye. Naoel didn’t miss the question she hadn’t asked.
“She is attending another party,” he said, trying to sound as if it were of no consequence. In reality, it hurt that Crielle rarely expressed any desire to spend time with him—save in the bedroom.
“I see,” Cadriana said so knowingly that Naoel wanted to hit her. The impulse alone frightened him.
“She had an obligation,” he murmured. “Her sister is soon to be married… again… and is holding a series of gatherings to…” he floundered briefly.
“Show him off,” Cadriana offered.
“Introduce him,” Naoel said delicately. Cadriana made a face. Naoel chuckled, and jumped as he became aware of a third presence.
“So,” the stranger said just as Naoel had begun to laugh. It was the Viretan, Naoel realized with another start. The man had somehow approached without his entourage, which now clustered around one of the refreshment tables, watching him furtively and whispering. “The young man is capable of smiling.” His voice was deep and masculine, yet with an underlying sophistication that spoke volumes about him in those eight simple words. “I was beginning to think that you might be affected by some heretofore-undiscovered disorder of the facial muscles.” His Viretan accent was present, but only strongly enough to make his heritage apparent. It didn’t detract at all from the coherency of his speech. His words were a little more carefully enunciated, his ‘r’s a little sharper, the vowels a little rounder than most people’s speech. Otherwise, he seemed quite fluent in Dachrean.
“Forgive me,” he said then, but didn’t sound in the least apologetic, and swept an elegant, carefully-crafted bow. As he straightened, he continued, “I have not introduced myself. I am Kasati Jedriana. As you have no doubt deduced, I hail from Viret.” He smiled expectantly, and Naoel realized he was expecting an introduction.
“Naoel,” he said. “I’m Naoel Sireft.” Nodding, Jedriana turned to Cadriana.
“And your companion?” he asked, and for the barest instant, Naoel thought he heard a faint—disdain?—in Jedriana’s voice.
“I am Cadriana Allnetha,” she replied respectfully, but with a playful twinkle in her eye as she curtsied.
“It is my greatest pleasure to meet you both,” Jedriana said, and then, much to Cadriana’s apparent amusement, muttered, “You cannot have failed to notice the effect my presence has had on the majority of the females here. While I am flattered by their attentions, I am wearied by their—intensity.”
Cadriana and Naoel both laughed at that, but Naoel spoke first.
“Better not spend too much time with us, then,” he said with a grin, “because if their intensity tires you, Cadriana’s will have you weeping by the night’s end.”
Jedriana laughed in response, a deep, rich sound that momentarily cause the furtively-staring women to drop the furtiveness.
“This is undoubtedly so,” Jedriana returned, “and yet I suspect that the nature of that intensity—and that exhaustion—is infinitely more desirable. After all, it can’t be worse than listening to married women shamelessly flirting with a stranger.” He then paused and eyed Naoel and Cadriana with both wariness and something very like cautious approval. “And if either of you divulge what I just said, I am afraid I shall have to flee to my country in disgrace.”
“Your secret is safe with us, Lord Jedriana,” Cadriana said with a smile.
“Kasati, please, or if you prefer, Sati,” the Viretan said quickly. “I do not like being addressed by my family name, much less as a ‘lord’.”
Cadriana curtsied. “As you wish…Sati,” she added with an undecipherable smile.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 4:13 pm
This seems great to me... the characters are really strong from the moment they are introduced and the even the brief glimse into the beliefs of the world they are in creates a certain depth that should definitely be explored further.
The first line draws you in immediately, and the story doesn't lose intensity after that, it keeps the attention it has grabbed.
I don't really have any suggestions for the title, but something will probably present itself to you. I've heard many writers say that the title is the last and hardest thing they write.
(And I'm pretty sure that you are fine in the way of explicit content. There seems to be nothing to worry about, and I've seen much worse then this that was still save under the PG-13 rule.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:35 pm
i. want. more. gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk
please. pretty pretty please?
title, maybe you could use the main characters name? or maybe a word that one of the characters uses, in a one word sentance. i know a good book that uses that for there title, one called "twilight" and the other called "new moon". there in the same series but oh well. please i want more!
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 10:06 am
Believe it or not, kids, I've actually started thinking about this story again recently, and considering that I'm half-planning on adapting this and sending it to a publisher, I'm trying hard to make it good... sweatdrop
Long story short, expect to see more in the near future.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 10:32 am
And, in the mean time, a bit of continuation that I've already written... EDIT: Oh, and by the way, you'll notice obvious Biblical references here. That's deliberate. smile ~ Excerpt from “The Second Testament of Origin” After the Creation of All, the Creator, Luseik Kusefora, surveyed everything. It was good, it was complete, and it was perfect. Satisfied, Luseik Kusefora saw that His part in things was done, and He broke Himself into three entities, which would thereafter watch over All. This is known as the First Shattering. Those entities were Tseik, Tsefos, and Ra.
Tseik is the Protector, the Lover, the Healer. Tsefos is the Liar, the Tempter, the Murderer. Whether they are alone or together, they create Dissonance. Therefore, they are the Destroyers.
Ra is the Mirror. Ra is Harmony.
When Luseik Kusefora shattered, Tseik and Tsefos alone were drawn to the material world, and became its driving forces. Ultimately, they are both infinite and equal, but opposite, and so neither was stronger than the other. However, without a mediating element between the two, the world became a battleground for the two forces. As a result, the world collapsed under the onslaught, and became a formless, raging waste. The world was being consumed by Dissonance.
At the time of the Shattering, though, Ra, the Mirror, was unaffected by the attraction that drew Tseik and Tsefos to the material world. Ra instead traveled to a place that resonated with it—the “Mirror World” which we now call Ra, for exactly that reason. When Ra first reached it, the Mirror World, also called the Dream World, was whole, a solid world, similar, in that respect, to our own…
(Due to the relationship Ra seems to have with the Mirror World, it has often been speculated that Ra did not “travel” to the Mirror World, but may have in fact created the Mirror World out of itself.)
…For untold millennia, things remained thus. The world eventually reached a point where it could degenerate no further, and the endless conflict between Tseik and Tsefos ceased to have an effect.
Safe in its own private world, Ra flourished, until its own nature as the Mirror inevitably caused it to be affected by the material world. The conflict was reflected, in both the Mirror World and in the entity itself. Ra, perceiving that the time had come to exert its influence upon the conflict, pierced the veil and came to the material world.
This is known as the First Coming of Ra…
(Because it is the Mirror, Ra has many aspects, most simply being reflections of the others. In the Old Tongue, different forms of the word Ra mean “Paradox,” “Impossible,” “Perfect,” “Contradiction,” and more.)
…Ra’s infinite influence immediately took effect on the world and the conflict between Tseik and Tsefos. Harmony suffused the world, and while the conflict did not end, or even diminish, it ceased to harm the material world. In this state, the world would gradually recover.
However, Ra did not anticipate the hunger with which the world would devour its power, the power of Harmony. In the total absence of Harmony, the world became a void of sorts, and at Ra’s arrival, a tremendous measure of Harmony was drawn out of Ra. The action severely jarred Ra—and Ra shattered.
This is known as the Second Shattering.
The consciousness of Ra, the innermost core of the infinite Mirror, returned to the Mirror World. Its influence, though, did not leave the world. Unlike Luseik Kusefora, when Ra shattered, it did not break into three pieces—it broke into hundreds of thousands. The shards did not hold the infinite power that Ra had held, but they had enough to keep the world in a state of near-Harmony.
Those shards were the first humans.
The presence of humans maintained a close enough semblance of Harmony to keep the world from returning to its deterioration; the conflict between Tseik and Tsefos continued; and, safe in the Mirror World now that the material world was closer to Harmony, Ra began to recover.
Human society spread, advanced, came to a period of prosperity. Despite the natural Harmony the humans possessed, their actions were causing Tsefos to lose power, and Tseik to grow—and thus Harmony began to fail.
As Harmony waned, Ra was once more affected. And once more, Ra emerged into the material world, this time in the form of a shard of itself, and Ra walked among the humans.
This is known as the Second Coming of Ra.
Ra taught mankind what it was—whence it had come. Ra taught the basic principles of Harmony, and Ra taught that Tseik and Tsefos must be kept in balance.
There were those, however, who did not believe in Ra. Humans did not know of Luseik Kusefora, and had created many gods for themselves. Ra was widely seen as a blasphemer, and eventually, was hanged by nonbelievers…
(To this day, Drasilians often wear a ring as a symbol of Ra’s sacrifice.)
…Ra’s consciousness, as before, was untouched, but when the body was killed, the death was reflected in every one of its shards—as the utter loss of their natural Harmonic effect.
Ra returned once more to the Mirror World—to find that the death of its body had broken its domain into countless pieces.
This is known as the Third Shattering.
To this day, Ra, the Mirror World, remains shattered and intraversable by all but the most skilled Dreamers; and to this day, Ra is a weakened, ghostly entity, wandering the shards of the Mirror World, unable to draw any strength from the broken realm.
And to this day, humans no longer exert a natural Harmonic effect; they must actively work toward it, lest the world fall into Dissonance…
It has been said that the world will one day reach perfect Harmony, and that when that day comes, Ra will return, to rejoin Tseik and Tsefos, giving rebirth to Luseik Kusefora, who will rule in all his majesty until the end of time. This end is spoken of in the final chapter of the Testament, the Testament of Revelation, and is known interchangeably as the Third Coming of Ra, the Revelation, and the Rebirth.
After Ra’s death, and the loss of humanity’s natural Harmony, it was discovered that humans were capable of producing a Harmony so powerful that it rivaled the power of Ra itself before the Second Shattering. This Harmony was produced by a certain type of relationship between humans. It was called “love”. ~ “Your lady companion seems to be very spirited.”
Naoel started and turned from the balcony at Kasati’s voice. The Viretan stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the light from indoors.
Damn it.
“She is,” he agreed with a small smile, and turned back to lean on the balcony, staring down at the garden of the manor house. He’d come out here to be alone, of course, but he couldn’t get rid of Kasati without seeming rude.
“A fine choice of companion,” Kasati said.
Something about the way he said ‘companion’ pricked Naoel, but—ah.
“She’s not my—companion,” Naoel said stiffly. Kasati said nothing, but Naoel heard movement, and a moment later, he saw the Viretan leaning on the balcony beside him. He ground his teeth silently.
“Where,” Kasati asked softly, “are the men? I was under the impression that more would be attending, yet you are the only male I’ve met. I’ve been hoping for someone to appear and take his wife off my hands, but…” He let the silence speak for itself. Despite his irritation, Naoel was almost tempted to laugh. Almost.
He closed his eyes. “There’s a billiards room and a study downstairs. I expect they are down there.”
“Ah.” When Naoel opened his eyes, Kasati was watching him with a narrow-eyed, searching gaze. Naoel turned his head, and the intense examination became the aloof, bored mask he had worn earlier.
“I apologize for making such a bold and crass assumption,” he said suddenly. Naoel blinked.
“I’m sorry?”
“The Lady Cadriana,” Kasati added.
Oh.
“Don’t worry about it,” Naoel muttered, and turned his head back to the garden below.
“No,” Kasati pressed, “it was unspeakably arrogant of me. I have obviously upset you. If there is any service which I can render as a reparation, please, tell me.”
Naoel bit his tongue to keep from snarling. As before, the instant he recognized the violent urge, it vanished, to be replaced by wary apprehension—of himself.
“I’d like to be alone,” he finally murmured wearily. Kasati took a step back from the railing and swept a deep bow that Naoel only saw out of the corner of his eye. Then he left. Naoel heard the wooden door open, then close.
He sighed and wondered where Crielle was.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:57 am
Is anyone still reading this? sad
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 10:30 am
I like the way Kasati speaks. However, I feel almost suspicious of him. Suspicious of what, I haven't the faintest idea. Anyway, interesting story so far!
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 11:40 am
You never even began to show this to me... =(
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 11:59 am
I wasn't sure you'd be interested, Bard. After all, it is a gay romance/tragedy... But you're free to see what I've finished, which is much more than what I've posted thus far. And I see what you mean, Kyahoshi, though I think it may just be that he's got a little bit of a lofty manner, mostly just because he's a noble. (There's more to that, but it's storyline-central, so I'll keep it a secret until it's revealed. smile ) And on that note, the third installment awaits! ~ The sheets were soft, silky satin. His eyes were closed, but he could feel the soft, luxurious sheets caressing him into a relaxed half-conscious state. They didn’t do much for heat, but the autumn night was strangely warm, so the thinness of the sheets didn’t bother him. He stretched and rolled onto his side, and opened his eyes, staring at the wall.
Lovely, cool, silk, satin. Tired, so tired. And Crielle was gone—of course. Probably still at the party. As the thought crossed his mind, it must have been his imagination, but the room seemed to darken. It wasn’t fair—all he asked of her was companionship, her presence, and she wouldn’t give it to him. And right now—he didn’t know why, but he desperately needed to hold her—just hold her.
The bed shifted slightly as the other side was depressed with the weight of a body.
“Crielle?” he murmured, struggling to sit up.
“Mm. Don’t get up,” she said. He heard the rustling that meant she was undressing. “I’m sorry I was out so late, dear. The party was so entertaining.”
Something in her tone cut at him like a knife, and he didn’t want to imagine what had been entertaining about the party.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he said as he rolled onto his other side. He saw her slipping beneath the sheet without looking at him. She didn’t respond. He reached over to brush her hair out of her face, and she watched him while he did it. It was a predatory, seductive gaze—not the soft, loving smile he’d been hoping for.
But he laid his arm across her waist anyway, and was about to close his eyes and try to sleep, when she moved forward suddenly and kissed him. Startled, he tried to pull back, but then, when he realized what was happening, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the kiss. It was shockingly soft, the kind of kiss he’d always wanted to share with her. Before he knew it, though, she broke it, gave him a soft peck on the forehead, and laid back on her pillow. Her eyes drifted shut, and Naoel fell back onto his own pillow, dazed.
What did that mean? Perhaps she did care for him, then—he couldn’t believe she would kiss him like that if she didn’t.
He tried to follow that train of thought, but didn’t get very far before sleep crept over him, and the world faded to dreams. * “Perhaps,” Cadriana mused. “Don’t jump to conclusions, though. If she does love you, there will be plenty of opportunities to show it.”
Naoel nodded. A soft breeze blew through the forest, rustling the leaves above. A moment later, hundreds seemed to be drifting down around them.
“Yes,” Naoel said. “You’re right. I’ve been waiting for her to kiss me like that. You would know,” he said with a shrug. “I talk to you about her often enough.”
Cadriana grinned. “You do, at that,” she agreed.
“But, well, I just want to make her happy. I want her to want me… I want her to need me. Isn’t needing someone love?”
Cadriana shook her head. “Want is want, Naoel, and need is need. Love… Love is just love, nothing else. Love is…” She shrugged, obviously stumped, and laughed a little at her own simplistic definitions. “Love is just that, Naoel—there’s no other way to describe it.” Cadriana sighed, and shook her head. “Someone once told me that ‘you know it when you see it.’ That if you have to ask, it’s not love.”
Naoel sagged against a tree. “I don’t know what to do, in any case,” he murmured.
Cadriana shrugged. “You’ll know when you need to know,” she said simply. “Tseik and Tsefos are still fighting, and Harmony still exists, thanks to the Orthodoxy. Everything happens for a reason, Naoel. Harmony will see you through it.”
He bit his lip. “I guess you’re right.”
“I know I am,” she said with a grin.
They stood in companionable silence for a time, and then Naoel said, “Kasati invited me to pay him a visit at the Taberna d’Vietat.”
“Jedriana?” Cadriana said, straightening with interest. “The Viretan we met at the party last night?”
Naoel nodded. “I get the impression he—wants something. But I’m not sure what. He said it was because he enjoyed our company, but…”
Cadriana fluffed up her hair unconsciously. “Did he ask about me?” she asked.
Naoel stifled a laugh. “No,” he said, “but he didn’t tell me to come alone, either. If you’ve the time, I see no reason why you shouldn’t come, if you like.”
Cadriana’s face fell, but she smiled. “I think I will,” she said as if confidently determined to overcome some sort of hardship. “Did he ask you to visit at a specific time?”
Naoel pondered that for a moment. “No,” he said finally, “but I suppose it would be better to visit in the evening, since he will be less likely to be out paying visits of his own.”
“Tonight, then,” Cadriana said.
Naoel blanched. “I think I’d like more than a handful of hours to prepare,” he said slowly. Cadriana snorted. “Tomorrow?”
“Fine…” * It hadn’t even been a day since that unusual midnight kiss, but Crielle seemed to have forgotten it entirely. Naoel sat on the windowsill while she prettied herself up for an opera she planned to attend with several of her lady friends. Naoel had his own doubts as to how many of those friends were actually ladies—and, for that matter, whether they were actually going to an opera—but he kept those doubts to himself, especially as he knew it wasn’t fair to Crielle for him to be thinking such things.
Still, could it hurt her to show him a little affection? They were, after all, to be married before the year was out. The autumn was passing fast, and the preordained date was drawing ever nearer.
“I met the most intriguing fellow at d’Kyargeth’s party yesterday evening,” he remarked idly, while Crielle put the finishing touches on her straightened raven hair. “He says he comes from Viret. He’s very popular among the young ladies”—and most of the older ones too, he thought wryly—“and he has quite the sense of humor to go with his good looks.”
That got her attention. She glanced back at him, eyebrows raised, and then returned to the mirror and tried to pretend she wasn’t terribly interested.
“What is his name?” she asked.
“Jedriana,” Naoel answered. “Kasati Jedriana. He must be a lord, the way he dresses, but he asked us to simply call him Kasati. A strange man, to be certain, but very personable. Tomorrow evening, Cadriana and I are going to call on him in his apartments in the Taberna d’Vietat.”
“You just met the man yesterday, and you’re planning to visit him tomorrow?” Crielle asked. “Isn’t that a little soon?”
Naoel laughed to himself and shrugged. “Well, he made the offer. And, to be fair, he sounded like I couldn’t come soon enough.” He paused, thoughtful. “I wonder if he hasn’t got something planned for the visit, though I can’t imagine he would, since he’s only just arrived in Patria.”
Crielle stood and turned from side to side, examining herself in the mirror. After a few swivels, she approached Naoel and presented herself.
“How do I look?” she asked bluntly. He stared at her.
“You look beautiful, Crielle,” he said quietly. “You always do. If you want, I could come wi—”
“Delightful,” she interrupted as if he hadn’t spoken, and disappeared into the bedroom. Naoel followed tiredly and watched from the doorway as she slipped into a velvety black Chirian fur coat that reached just past her knees. She returned to the mirror, nodded curtly, and before Naoel knew it, was gone from the house.
Naoel went into his study and stared at the bookshelves for a minute or so, but couldn’t find a book he wanted to read. He went briefly to the kitchen, where the cook, Dinaedil, was cleaning up after the midday meal, but he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to eat. Eventually, Naoel went out and made his way to the forest.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 12:11 pm
I may draw up a simple map for reference, but in my mind, I've got things generally placed. Dachrea is an oblong-ish country that runs north-south and is narrow from west-to-east; Patria, the capital, is in the general northern area, and sits on a hill so that it's higher than the surrounding countryside. Just east of the city is the Patrian Forest, a small forest where Naoel likes to spend his free time when he wants to be alone. Viret is northeast of Dachrea, but doesn't share a border, because there's another country between them. I haven't decided what country that is, but it will probably be Athrop or Yemetia.
Patria is a roughly circular city, modeled loosely after Alta City from the Joust books by Mercedes Lackey. Meaning that the central seat of power, Castle Dachrea, is at the highest point in the city, surrounded by the castle walls; then the most noble-highborn-yadda-yadda part of the city is outside those walls, surrounded by its own walls; the less noble-higborn-etc. part of the city is outside those walls, and so on. The outermost ring of the city does not have a wall around it, and is mostly comprised of merchants' stalls and such. There are six rings of the city, including the castle and outer area, and those rings are, in descending order: Castle Dachrea; High Patria; the Old City; the Common Quarter; the Poor Quarter; and the Market. The Old City is called such because it is the location of most of the city's historical landmarks, not including the Castle.
Naoel, Crielle, and Cadriana all live in High Patria, while Kasati is currently lodging in the Taberna d'Vietat, in the Old City.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 11:03 am
I need feedback... crying
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