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Hey everyone! It's our own little NaNoWriMo, starting Dec. 1!
Did you not have time to participate in NaNoWriMo last month, but you still want the experience? Join Winter NaNoWrimo! Set your own writing goals or join us in our goal of 20,000 words!
Feel free to tag me and use the tag #winternano2023
If you want to join us on my discord server, let me know and I can send you an invite. Hang out in the Writer's Cafe VC or the Writing Chat text channel to talk, brainstorm, do some write-alongs, or whatever else you'd like to do to get some writing done
Happy Winter!
WIP INTRO: Enchanted Illusions
Tag - # wip enchanted illusions
Genres
victorian fantasy, adventure, mystery, gothic fantasy
Status
Work In Progress
Themes
justice, love, coming of age, truth, conspiracy, prejudice, unexpected friendship. perseverance, corruption of power, change, individual vs society, kindness, mythology
Synopsis
The violent war between humans and mythical creatures is over, it has been for over a century, and human society has adjusted to welcome those they shunned for so long. Magic is no longer outlawed, and the world has thrived and progressed over the years, coming into a golden age like none seen before. But beneath the surface, all is not what it seems - as their world grew, so did the inequality within it. Though peace has been achieved, in the bustling grim streets and daily lives of the capital city, the war remains - silent and changed to exist under the gaze of all, but it is there, seeping through the cracks of a barely resolved conflict, mixing with growing prejudice. And from those cracks, rose those who would see this budding, frail balance between nations crumble. Beneath their city's perfect surface, a cruel secret society aims to undo all that has been achieved, fueling the populace's prejudice for one another and slowly taking control of the city's political landscape, looking to profit from the start of another conflict, despite the unending efforts the land's diplomats. To prevent this underground scheme from causing another war between humans and myths, it is now up to a group of city-bound misfits caught in the crossfires to investigate a centuries-old conspiracy and defeat the well-hidden Hemlock Society, hopefully in time to maintain their land's hard-earned peace.
With their city trapped in a careful political dance between good and evil, can these misfits defeat the shadows of their own past when it comes knocking down their door?
I will be participating in event, Winter Nano with this WIP!
@crowandmoonwriting
WIP Intro - Realms of Loss
Tag - # wip realms of loss
Genres - dark fantasy, medieval quest, high fantasy, war
Status - Outlining, Work In Progress
Themes - war, revenge, loyalty, duty vs honor, the impact of cruelty, politics, lies, survival, betrayal, love and family, choosing one's destiny, fate vs will, prophecy, siblings, oppression, inequality and neglect, valor, forgotten histories, and sacrifice.
Synopsis -
A land forsaken by the gods, abandoned to a fate immersed in strife and forgotten magic, divided between warlords fighting for power and conquest in the remains of a ruthless and scarce world. Two kingdoms stained by the past of a bloody betrayal, trapped in an age-old feud, as chaos and war grow ever stronger outside their walls.
Life is perilous in this world, where only the strongest survive. Some are lucky enough to reside in the still-blessed inner cities of Sarythea, or Avillore, where the massive stone walls keep the encroaching darkness and war at bay, idyllic oasis in the midst of a wasteland. Most, however, are not so lucky. To those born in the ruthless and forgotten outer cities, life is a matter of who can strike first, and strike the fastest - hesitation means death.
When an ancient cursed prophecy and an army thought to have long since fallen tip the scales of this fragile stalemate, destruction seems imminent - if not inevitable - for this gods-forsaken realm.
Among many points of view, however, there might yet be a spark in the midst of this overwhelming night. A prince, born of the last blood of the gods. But with the fate of everything hanging in the balance and his life tied to a curse, will this spark be what brings back light, or the wildfire that'll bring the realms' final ruin? He will do anything to fight against his dark destiny, to bring back hope to his beloved late brother's kingdom in the midst of the growing chaos and encroaching enemies - if he can first survive those who want to see him murdered, or turned into a weapon. To do this, he'll need allies, and when the entire world is against you, beggars can't be choosers - a group of outlaws just might be his only chance.
This is the other WIP I'll be working on during the Winter Nano event!!!
@crowandmoonwriting
Character Aesthetic Playlist - Cailean Telkerly (Enchanted Illusions)
"There was little he could not steal or cheat. No lock was too intricate, no deception too delicate. The law had never once caught up to his schemes. But he could not run from his past, and it was catching up fast."
I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe
It's Alright - Mother Mother
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
Honeybee - The Head and The Heart
Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab
Burn the House Down - AJR
Give and Take - Poor Man's Poison
Runnin - Adam Lambert
Icarus - Bastille
Black Bouquet - Joseph Feinstein
A Million Dreams - The Greatest Showman (cover)
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage the Elephant
Glitter and Gold - Barns and Courtney
My Petersburg - Anastasia
Born to Die - Lana Del Rey
Tourner Dans Le Vide - Indila
Winter Nano 2023 @crowandmoonwriting
Character Aesthetic Playlist - Marcus Kallihan (Enchanted Illusions)
"His hands and guns were drenched in enough blood to haunt lifetimes. To Marcus, this never mattered, and never will - as long as each polluted drop gets him closer to his sweet revenge, he'll keep pulling the trigger."
Russian Roullete - Charlie Who ?
You Can Run - Adam Jones
Running - NF
Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) - Will Wood
99 Problems - Hugo
I'm Dangerous - The Everlove
Sarcasm - Get Scared
Take Me to Church - Hozier
Twisted - MISSIO
Popular Monster - Falling In Reverse
Hey Brother - Jakob Samuel
Killing Butterflies - Lewis Blissett
Fighter - The Score
Birthday Cake - Dylan Conrique
Mind Is a Prison - Alec Benjamin
Monster - Startset
Winter Nano 2023 @crowandmoonwriting
Character Aesthetic Playlist - Agatha Greenwoods (Enchanted Illusions)
"She was going to follow this trail of secrets until they led her to the answers she sought, this she was certain. They had always told her she was just like her father - so here's to hoping she can be just as stubborn as he'd been."
Houdini - Aviva
Middle Finger - Bohnes
This is Me - Keala Settle, The Greatest Showman
Home - Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha
Something Wild - Lindsey Stirling
Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard
Goodbye - Ramsey
On My Father's Wings - cover by Brittany J. Smith
No Time To Die - Billie Eilish
Hands Up - City Wolf
Invisible - Zara Larsson
The Beginning of the End - Klergy, Valerie Broussard
How Does a Moment Last Forever - Celine Dion
Speechless - Naomi Scott
Two Birds On a Wire - Regina Spektor
The Nights - Avicii
Winter Nano 2023 @crowandmoonwriting
Last Line Tag ❄
Thanks for tagging me @spiced-wine-fic!
Here's my last few lines, from OCW:
Blood. That was the first priority. What to do about all this blood?
I'm tagging (no pressure!): @sam-glade, @mysticstarlightduck, @writernopal, @moonluringfrost, @elshells
Last Line Tag!
I was tagged by @crowandmoonwriting for this one! Thank you so much for the Tag!
This is the last line I've written from Enchanted Illusions (Chapter 1, Agatha Greenwoods' POV)
She heard the door open to the lobby behind her, and without looking back, Agatha scampered her way down the large staircase, skipping steps and nearly tumbling down until she reached the first floor.
Seven Snippets Seven People
I'm catching up with my tags this week after toiling on the first chapters of Enchanted Illusions and Realms of Loss. I was Tagged by @tabswrites, here! Thank you so much!
(These snippets are from the WIP Realms of Loss)
One -
“Do you think the starlight can see us?”
The prince whispered, almost to himself, and Nesrynna frowned, confused at the strange question as she settled down beside him on the hard rock ground, nursing her injured hand. Behind them, the others kept themselves busy setting up camp for the night. “Whatever do you mean?”
TWO -
Her twin blades shimmered in the faint starlight, and Sara traced the edge with the tip of her finger, thinking, her mentor's words echoing in the back of her mind. 'We cannot change what were born as. But we can use it to our advantage.'
She glanced at her reflection on the frosted river, ghostly white hair flowing like an omen in the wind, so much like her mother's. Long ago, Sara had decided, clinging desperately to the hope carried by those words - maybe a monster could save lives, if it turned its fangs towards worse evils.
Three -
Adaria inched forward, leather boots soundlessly sifting through the snow as she stalked, in her hands, her bow and arrow were poised to strike. Moving behind a tree, she waited for the telltale signs of the approaching caravan. The sounds of iron wheels scraping against the frozen forest floor snapped her attention, and as it barrelled into view, her arrow flew, perfectly aimed.
Four-
"Listen, fancy pants."
Gwain growled, marching up to Oryon with such confident anger the wizard stumbled away. The young man grasped the collar of the other's gilded robes, almost lifting Oryon up from the ground.
"I had to do what it took to survive, it’s not a matter of choice. Ever know what starving feels like? No, you don't. I had to use what few broken tools I still had at my disposal, and pray I could make them work - and maybe, just maybe, my siblings and I would survive the Lost Lands' winter. Not everyone has a silver spoon stuck that far up their backside like you do. So don't you dare,"
His eyes burned with such fury Oryon could've sworn Gwain was a Caster like him. The wizard squirmed, regretting making his previous comment already as Gwain continued, staring him down so closely their noses almost touched.
"Don't you dare act like I've ever asked for what I had to do. You wouldn't understand. And if I ever catch you digging around my thoughts uninvited again, my daggers won't be so polite."
Five -
The cold winter chill whipped through his ears, snowflakes clinging to Viktoras’ long onyx hair and wet clothes, as his horse raced through grey road. It had been a long journey from the barracks on the edge of their kingdom, and with the cold seeping from his clothes and into his bones, the young man prayed there wouldn’t be any surprises on the way home.
Beside him, his elder cousin, Prince Hael, led a few of their trusted soldiers, who followed them close behind. The unmistakable clinking of armor echoed through the blizzard, along with the rhythmic hoofbeats of their warhorses. It was a sound he’d grown to know all too well - so much so it was almost soothing, were it not for the blood staining his cousin’s sword.
Six -
He stood at the crossroads between blind duty and doing the right thing. On the one hand, he could become a praised knight, like his adoptive father before him, but it would mean ignoring the lies told to him by the Crown. On the other, the chance to do the right thing and fight for the people he swore to protect - and help a thief commit treason against their ruler.
Kassien knew the choice should've been obvious when it came to traitors, that his Oath to the Queen should reign absolute over any other option. But as his white-knuckled grip on the blade loosened and he moved its tip away from the thief's throat, he found that he might not know himself that well after all.
Seven -
Lucian peeked into the dungeons, the smell of rust and dried-out blood burning into his nostrils and memory.
Father might as well cut off his head if he caught Lucian prowling around here, but as the young man sneaked past the guards, heart thundering in his chest and sweaty hands shaking, he forced himself to ignore all of that. He'd heard the rumors about the outsider locked away behind iron and steel, and they felt all too familiar. They called the outsider dangerous, selfsame as they'd always called Lucian disgraceful.
He'd seen what this person's magic could do. And so, Lucian forced himself to ignore the risk - not out of curiosity. But because this was his one and only chance to meet someone like him.
Tagging (gently): @crowandmoonwriting, @moonluringfrost, @the-mindless, @autumnalwalker, @writernopal, @rickie-the-storyteller, @lassiesandiego