Cira Dawn isn’t the first Oracle that has ever taken up residence in her temple, but she might be the most decorated. The power that grants her the position enables her to see not only the futures, but a lot of the past as well, with almost all of time accessible to her with some effort. It also gives her the ability to create and resolve paradoxes on a whim.
Cira also communes with beings not on the physical plane, especially the gods. Many of them find her amusing or endearing, and would protect her if the need arose. In return, sometimes they are allowed to ride along in her headspace to view the world from a slightly more mortal perspective.
Trace is the common name for the god of Mind, Patience, and Curses, but it isn’t the name he originally had. Nobody knows anymore what he used to be called, not even the deities that are supposed to know things like this. As the quiet, emotionless deity that he is, Trace is not forthcoming with the name, or even details about how exactly he lost it.
Diakon, the god of destruction and something of a parent/father to Trace, is said to have destroyed his name. Diakon is not going to elaborate on these rumors anytime soon.
In the southeast of Muunfel, Synka and Heptaena are separated by a ridge of mountains called the Dragonrest Mountains. Most travelers can find their way through these mountains with a guide and following the trails, and most don’t have much inclination to try to climb too high.
The dragons that come there to sleep aren’t often friendly to anyone who wakes them up, accident or not. They are more understanding when they come down among the people, and simply request that their rest not be disturbed in return.
Elias has many middle names, and listing them all off gets tedious for him. The city/culture he’s from tends to have a tradition of adding more middle names based on titles earned and accomplishments won. He was already born with a few: Elias Orson Phineas Kingspeaker* Dawn. Since his mother is the Oracle of a temple, he assumed the role of a temple speaker just by being born. Very few people can make sense of what Cira Dawn says due to her difficulties communicating, but Elias always had a knack for it.
He takes after his mother in looks. Since his father is a deity with no set physical form, his natural physical traits were all inherited from Cira (deep red hair, sapphire eyes, sienna skin, strong nose). He’s met his dad a few times, and while there’s no animosity between them, a part of him does blame the guy for the way Cira’s mind was broken.
Elias is pansexual and genderfluid. Since he’s a shapeshifter, he can play around a bit with his presentation. Usually, he will give the people close to him an easy visual cue so they know which pronouns to use, but not always. He sometimes enjoys dating and develops crushes fast, but the thought of anything like marriage or any implication of “forever” sort of freaks him out for reasons he keeps quiet (he has a set “destiny” and he already has a hard enough time with that).
Elias as a character is fun to write because he’s what most people would call “overpowered”. He’s a demigod with a lot of abilities, including storm manipulation, shapeshifting, summoning items out of thin air, and making copies of himself. He also sort of combines his storm and mischief aspects into something he calls “electrickery,” in which he manipulates the electric impulses in someone’s brain. He saves that for dire circumstances since it’s hard to do.
* ”Kingspeaker” is the most convenient translation from what the word is in his first language, since it doesn’t have a distinction between a male and female sovereign.
There are a number of elemental fae scattered throughout the world. While their magical presence is fairly minor, they are especially connected to an element of nature and act as guardians wherever they’ve chosen to live.
Flowerfae – Usually around a foot tall. They grow flowers on their bodies, and the flowers are like little mood indicators. They tend to be excitable, but can hyperfocus like nothing else.
Snowfae/Frostfae – Two to three feet tall. They’re little living snowmen. They tend to trail snowflakes wherever they go, but they never leave a mess. Surprisingly tidy and usually have some kind of vocal tic when they speak.
Rockfae – Three feet tall. Their shapes vary, but they’re made of stones. They make excellent messengers in mountainous regions and enjoy rolling around.
Mistfae – They live in bogs and don’t have a solid form. They’re not very nice and often lead travelers astray, given the chance.
I did it! I’m done! It was hard to find the time and motivation for writing sometimes during the latter half of the month, but I’m so glad I pushed through. I got a bunch more story done for my larger project, and next time I’ll be able to take it even farther! Thanks to everyone who followed along for this little project and supported the excerpt posts!
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“The both of you were in the battle, too, right? Will you be needing any assistance?”
Joleth shook her head rapidly when Vina glanced to her, and became altogether more flustered than she’d been in the whole conversation with the guards.
“Oh, come on now, Joleth,” Elias said, and there was plenty of smirk in his voice. Eral could tell without looking that the damn halfgod had noticed Joleth’s reaction just as much as he had. “You fought hard. Let Vina make sure you won’t go away from the battle hurting. If you two are going to give me trouble for griping on the road, don’t think I won’t return the favor!”
“Once I’ve finished up here I will perform a spell to revive any weariness,” Vina said gently. “It’s the least I can do; you saved a lot of people today. I heard the guards talking about that weapon the attackers brought. It’s nothing to take lightly!”
Joleth was almost completely invisible for a few seconds before she faded back into view. “Oh. Of course. Okay. Sure. Yeah.”
I finished up a fun scene today! I wanted to give the characters a chance to be badasses for a bit. Naturally, that has some fallout. Joleth isn’t quite sure how to momfriend, but she tries.
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“Seriously? You’re gonna let them take off so they can ambush us again some other time?” Eral complained from his perch on Elias’ shoulder.
Elias almost shrugged, but decided to go easy on the little guy after the brief but intense fight. “I don’t really need to kill anyone to make a point here,” he said. “They learned a bit. Besides, they aren’t thralls; they could still turn around.”
Joleth scoffed. “Whatever they do, we have a mess to deal with now,” she said bitterly, waving a hand at the destruction on the street and the fallen assassins she’d had to dispatch herself. Then, she grabbed roughly at the front of Elias’ shirt and stalked towards one of the first responders. “And you need some bandages because you went and got stabbed like an idiot.”
I’ve been tired, but I’m still making good progress on my goal somehow! I nearly burned out on it before I could finish, but I threw some twists into the plot to keep it moving and it really reinvigorated things! So now the gang is in the middle of a fight.
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“We are not giving Elias the credit for that one,” a small voice joined in, as well as a small green blur darting overhead. Eral stopped to hover with his tiny little crossbow already prepared with another magical bolt. He aimed it down at the group of three with no ounce of fear in his tiny little body. “I’m the sharpshooter here. How’s it going?”
“Ah. The pixie,” the leader of the three said. He fought the surprise off his face and smirked again instead. “We heard about you, too.”
“No autographs, I can barely hold a pen,” Eral shot back. His crossbow tilted slightly as the knife-wielding assassin started to edge to the side. “I wouldn’t try to get shifty with me, either. I’m impulsive, you know, and I’ve heard this thing is painful. Just ask your buddy.”
“Gods above, below, and in between, Eral, you let your head get any bigger and you won’t be able to fly anymore,” Elias chimed in. “Thanks for the save.”
I realized I haven’t done a letter post for a little bit! Oops! Suffice to say, some more plot is happening, and I’ve definitely got a better idea for what the next sequence in the story will be. I’m on the home stretch!
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Storms were easy. They carried a lot of energy in them, around them, and it preceded their coming and lingered after they left. They were powerful and heavy and beautiful and terrifying. Elias had learned all he could about handling storms after discovering the ability within himself. The speakers at the temple always said it rained and crashed the day he was born, only to calm when he was placed in his mother’s arms for the first time. Storms had always been the part of him that people could easily see, could easily name.
The other half could take a few different names. Mischief. Disruption. Sabotage. Elias preferred the former, but he embraced the latter when it came down to it.
When it came to fucking up someone else’s plans, he was one of the best.
The quest continues! I’ve had a hard time focusing on anything for the last several days, but I actually did more than par for today! The dorks wanted to get some stuff done, apparently.
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Joleth edged forward, staring unabashedly at the mermaid. “Are you the one who dragged Elias into the lake a few days back?”
The mermaid’s smile softened somewhat, though she still had a certain aura of danger about her. “A case of mistaken identity,” she lamented. “We soon discovered we have similar goals, which was the reason for this meeting now. The one in which you’re both being very amusingly short with me.”
Elias leapt at the joke like his life depended on it, and Eral knew it was coming. “Oh, Eral’s short with everyone,” he explained. “But you’re right. My manners and all. Lorelei, this is Eral Mageslayer and Joleth Bay. Friends, this is Lorelei.”
Lorelei lifted a hand out of the water and waved. “Mageslayer, hmm? If we’re all lucky you’ll put the name to use.”
Eral narrowed his eyes. Even with the light compliment, he remained wary of that knowing look. “That’s me,” he replied. “Mr. Lucky.”