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Books [Jun. 6th, 2006|06:23 pm]
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brig_xen
[Current Mood |creativecreative]

Hey gang. I found something cool today. It's a site where you can make your own books. You download the software and can make picture books, pics with text whatever! Then once your book is made it goes in the bookstore online and other people could order it. I think I'm gonna make some picture books for some of my photos.
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(no subject) [Jun. 2nd, 2006|09:41 am]
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kallysti
[Current Mood |rushedrushed]

((Ok, same deal as before... rip this up. Critique mah... or I stop working on this one, lol. Or maybe not, I dunno.  I want to get it as good as I can /nod. Little grammar stuffs (spelling & punctuation) doesn't count as critique, btw... I pick all that crap up myself eventually =D))

There was no sign preceding it, the banging simply began. The frail child's white-knuckled grip on the windowsill slackened and he suddenly forgot how to breathe. For a moment, he stood frozen, certain that Karana, the great god of storms, had come to teach him a lesson. What lesson, he was not quite sure, but he was certain that it was coming through that door any minute now. Breathlessly, he waited. Agonizing heartbeats passed but the strong wood held fast. Dazed now, his tiny slippered feet made their way softly and almost of their own accord, towards the front room of the little house. But they then held him, rooted in place, as he saw the heavy, barred oak shiver in its frame, much like it's living counterparts shook by raging winds and rain that still gripped the forest beyond.

Curiosity soon won out over fear, though, and he took two more cautious steps towards it. And through the cacaphony that continued to assaulted him, something new sounded. Beneath the crash and roar around him, his sharp elven ears picked up faint cries. To even be heard, it must have been shouting from whoever was out there. And while the words were impossible to make out, there was a desperate, pleading quality to the tone.

He shook his head emphatically, as if the strangers on the other side could see him. "No," he pleaded back softly, apologetically. Grandfather's rule was quite specific: under no circumstances was the young Tier'dal even supposed to be seen, let alone talk, to anyone, "I'm not allowed." He did not understand why he was not allowed but such orders were not to be questioned, was his reckoning. Even so, tears of frustration stood out in his eyes as he wavered with indecision.

And then, everything stopped at once: the knocking, the storm... all light, all sound. The chaos swirling in his one corner of Nektulos took a collective breath, and in it's wake the silence was deafening. He closed his eyes against the darkness and the unconscious smile that appeared was borne of relief. Further confirmation came in the form of a soft, low tremor: a deep sound more felt than heard, and a strange yet brief heavy feeling to the air surrounding him.

There was a faint flash of light- called the 'afterimage', he remembered proudly- and he beamed up at the dimly glowing old wizard who now stood over him. The blue nimbus of light that surrounded him was dulled, but still it shone like a beacon in the pitch-black room. "Gedwilth," he addressed the child. Not even the hint of a returning smile was evident on the Tier'dal's harsh, angular face; and there was only command in his voice that, as far as the boy knew, had never been disobeyed, "Go to your room. And lock the door."

The tiny dark elf hesitated, and in that moment both the storm and their visitor decided to resume their racket with a fury, as if to make up for the silent moments before. He pointed one stick-thin arm at the door, "Grandfather, there's..."

"I know!" the old man snapped irritably. "Now go," he continued in a gentler, yet no less commanding, tone. His voice followed the boy as he scampered off, "And stay there until I come for you."
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2006|01:48 pm]
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kallysti
[Current Mood |crazytotally whacked]

((I know, I know.  It's not Friday (though in the avatar, it is Fridai... ) but I just got done with this today.  Take your time ;-)

I had this idea.  Little snippet type stories of when characters met.  This is why Eric did that one with Wych & Daenri, btw.  Cause we'd been discussing it.  Anyway, this one is where Daenri meets Selquinn.  You may or may not remember that Sel & Kally got to the EQ2 universe via my old transition story.  Anyway, here's the first half of what I was thinking of.  What follows this part will be done by both John and I, as he promised to help do the "Sel" half of the dialogue once they've met  =D  

So, critique away.  I won't change anything too "big" but let me know if there's anything glaringly bad that I may or may not have overlooked.  Oh, and also, if anyone can think of any better title, I'd be most grateful.))
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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2006|06:38 pm]
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kallysti
I was just wondering... are any of you in a kind of writer's community?  Like, a small circle of folk who read and critique, maybe have something new for them to see every week (month, etc)? I'd really like something like that, I think.  Jenn & Brig, you've been about the only folks I'd met on Twinked who actually give me honest-to-god criticism.  Everyone else is too nice!  Although, on the other side of that card, I'm too much of a chickenshit atm to go anywhere where they'd really rip me apart, I can take it from my friends.  Call it a first step if you will, heh. I suppose what I'm proposing is: some kind of bleh, not a "deadline" per se, I suck ass at deadlines (to an extent)... but like a taking turns with posting something.  Maybe even with a bit of a deadline, a flexible one, perhaps. 

Unless you've all got places you do this already and don't really want the extra pressure or whatever.  But I haven't the faintest where to begin about asking for writing help.  Except that I'd rather begin with friends.  The kind who aren't afraid to tell me when I suck =P
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Into the Black - CTS Part 3 [Apr. 25th, 2006|03:20 am]
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brig_xen
[Current Mood |creativecreative]

Please see my first entry on 4/25 with info on this story and the beginning of it.


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Into the Black - CTS Part 2 [Apr. 25th, 2006|03:17 am]
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brig_xen
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Please see my first entry on 4/25 with info on this story and the beginning of it.


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Into the Black - CTS Part 1 [Apr. 25th, 2006|03:14 am]
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brig_xen
[Current Mood |creativecreative]

This is a CTS (continue the story) where the story is being told by multiple authors. It was open at first but now the four of us are sometimes writing it by playing it out in IM's etc.. If you're interested though please let us know as we can probably work more people in. This is set in kind of a modified Norrath from Everquest 2. We each are using only one main character and kallysti is the DM sorta, guiding the tale. Some info and pics on the main characters can be found here. There's alot that's been posted so I'm going to split this into pieces. Cross posted to Twinked.org, nodramatheatre, and musepaper in an effort to keep this from getting lost and allowing more people to enjoy it. Authors are noted in bold at the start of their piece.

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(no subject) [Apr. 11th, 2006|07:13 am]
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kallysti
[Current Mood |busybusy]

((Just in case anyone was still reading here, heh. But I thought I'd give it a shot. Everyone at Twinked was either too nice to critique me much or just didn't have any time/inclination.

I'm trying something a little different here. Critique away at me, please. I'm trying very hard to sculpt something very carefully, to create a picture, if you will and take my time with the telling of what would otherwise be a shorter story. Let me know what you think. There will be no cute little "part" names like I've always done, this will be pretty much continual unless I put a break in on purpose.

This was one that has been kicking around in my head for a good, long while, actually. I'm only posting it here and on Twinked (I did, of course, save it on my computer, lol) til I'm happy with it. So help me out, tell me what you "see" :D And suggest how to make it better. Cause it still doesn't quite feel right to me. (I'll be editting at will in here, too, though.)

Updates will probably be far between, I'm taking my time... which is generally very hard for me, heh.

~Steph))

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Darkness consumed Nektulos. Black clouds against a black sky had opened up over an hour ago in an earnest attempt to drown all that lay on the forest floor below. Deep puddles grew into small ponds in some of the lower areas, the soil had saturated quickly. Intense, erratic gusts of winds and it twisted even the heaviest of branches in every direction. It was a living thing: not content unless every side of every tree was as drenched as the tops. Increasingly frequent flashes of lightning illuminated the storm's efforts in bright, sudden bursts to any who happened to be watching.

And in a modest 3-room cottage, not far from the entrance to the Lavastorm Mountains, there was at least one silent watcher. Tiny hands gripping the window sill, he stood as still as stone. Though when the thunder cracked, he flinched just the tiniest bit, violet eyes widening until they seemed to take up half of his small face. "You can't hurt me," he whispered to the violent raging contest of fire and water from within the safety of his warm, dry room. And he yelped as a particularly loud crash answered him. "I'm safe here," he asserted to the darkness again, but this time softer and with less conviction. He chewed at his lower lip a second, really wishing Grandfather would come home soon. Not that he was afraid, no, he'd already determined [i]that[/i]. But it might indeed be nicer to have someone with him: so they could be not-afraid together. He nodded very slightly in agreement to himself, not taking his eyes from the blackness outside, as if his vigilance was all that kept it at bay.

Behind him sat a small, simple wooden desk with a sturdy little chair suitable for short legs. With a couple of pens neatly arrayed in the far corner next to a carefully stopped bottle of ink, it's contents were altogether too tidy for a small child such as the one who stood before the window. The central item of concern on it's surface, perhaps, was the momentarily forgotten book that lay open on the table's center: a large primer of the Norrathian pantheon, written in elder Elvish. Though he still didn't understand all the words in the strange, complex language, it was still his very favorite book. Each page had a large, vividly illustrated picture of one god or goddess on the left-hand side, while on the right was a description of their traits and a short history of their followers. And it was opened to his very favorite page. Though for the time being, Solusek Ro's flickering, fiery gaze stared up, unnoticed, at the ceiling.

Despite the continuing fury of the storm, the tiny child's fascination showed no sign of flagging. It seemed that nothing would tear him away short of it's sudden abatement. And, ironically, or perhaps not, something did see fit to test just that.
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edit: adding the link to the same thread on Twinked, cause I'm getting feedback there, too.  So's if'n yer wondering at some others of the changes (and care, hehe)
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(no subject) [Mar. 15th, 2006|10:25 am]
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kallysti
[Current Mood |productiveproductive]

Yar, must remember to post the stuff I write here, too!  I'll try, I swear, next time, heh.

For now, though, here's some links to mah old stuffs:

Kallysti & Selquinn, original story done over 2 years ago but I'm currently rewriting.  It's slow going... in fact, I got to a point and I kind of left off and only recently have I been trying to remember where I was going with it.  I mean, it started as a rewrite but things started changing a bit of their own accord.  I want to get it back to where it was... anyway, feel free to critique, though this one, unlike the others, won't be changed much after such critiquing, it's a very sentimental story for more reasons than one.

Kallysti and Selquinn, the transition story.  From EQ1 to EQ2.  Yeah, I know.  Cliche.  Well, the idea is cliche, overdone... hopefully the story isn't too much.

Single post stories about Kallysti, Gedwilth, and my little half-elf troubador, Fridai.  The "Strays" one, the Ged one, seems to get me more compliments than anything else I've ever done *shrug*

And finally, my rather slow-going, WIP longer Fridai story.  Constructive, healthy criticism is welcome... well, it's helpful, even if I don't always take it gracefully *hide*

One of them, the Kally one, might be a bit more on the PG-13 side with the implied rape.  I also have some other stuff I can copy straight over here, if folks wanted.  It's stuff in private forums cause it's a bit more adult content, heh.
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