I've been on a pretty good writing kick lately (examples of my lore here here and here), and I want to keep up the momentum! Who should I write about next?
1. A reclusive Guardian who had a very very very bad childhood, whose charge is the only source of fresh water within miles (this leads to many complications).
2. “Twin” sister Mirrors that run the local beekeeping guild, comfortably retired after living dangerous lives of high-profile crime in the Southern Icefields. One is a former pirate, the other is a… well, nobody’s sure if she ever stopped being an assassin. That’s the thing about really good assassins.
3. A mad scientist-type Ridgeback whose scales have taken on the consistency, texture, and taste of rock candy and bubblegum… which is kind of neat, but not when your quest is to discover the secret of immortality. Hatchlings adore him.
4. “Darksoul”, a blindingly bright pink Coatl prophesied to bring about the end of the world… somehow. Ancient poets tend to skimp on the details. For now, she’s a mercenary and a regular at the local bar (don’t ask her how she got her scars. It’s a very long, terribly boring story, even moreso in iambic pentameter).
1. A reclusive Guardian who had a very very very bad childhood, whose charge is the only source of fresh water within miles (this leads to many complications).
2. “Twin” sister Mirrors that run the local beekeeping guild, comfortably retired after living dangerous lives of high-profile crime in the Southern Icefields. One is a former pirate, the other is a… well, nobody’s sure if she ever stopped being an assassin. That’s the thing about really good assassins.
3. A mad scientist-type Ridgeback whose scales have taken on the consistency, texture, and taste of rock candy and bubblegum… which is kind of neat, but not when your quest is to discover the secret of immortality. Hatchlings adore him.
4. “Darksoul”, a blindingly bright pink Coatl prophesied to bring about the end of the world… somehow. Ancient poets tend to skimp on the details. For now, she’s a mercenary and a regular at the local bar (don’t ask her how she got her scars. It’s a very long, terribly boring story, even moreso in iambic pentameter).
