Not sure how many people actually did this last time, but it seemed to be fairly popular, so it will continue! Remember the drill? Notebook and pen, timer, and I'll provide three characters, a McGuffin, a setting, and three story starters. If you do it, post what you came up with in the comments. Don't worry if it's not very long; the time-write is a practice session, meant to help kick-start your muse and hone your techniques. Trust me, mine used to be really short, too, and some of them were weird.
Male Lead: Haero: The witty king. His naughty eyes are like two glowing embers. His hair is the color of black coffee. His clothes are fashionable, and he has a preference for green and white. He likes to wear a lot of amulets.
Female Lead: Teialle: This humorous lady has slanted blue eyes that are like two windows on the afternoon sky. Her silky, straight, white hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a lionfish's spines. She has a wide-hipped build. Her skin is light-colored. She has small hands. Her wardrobe is simple.
Villain: Farollu: This combative sorceress is spurred onward by a need to compensate for personal inadequacies. She employs elemental magic in her plans, usually conjuring armies of elementals to achieve her goals. She is trapped by the past.
McGuffin: The five fragments of the Jewel of the Moon
Setting: Fief of the Silent Fisher
1: The entrance to the cave would have been ominous enough without the stacked skulls around it.
2: The towering stack of books finally crashed down, nearly burying [him/her/me].
3: For some people, entering an all-out run needs motivation.
Pull out your pen and paper, rev up the timer, and see what you get!
The tower of stacked books finally crashed down, barely missing the two figures poring over the thick, crackling book. Haero gave the resulting chaos an annoyed glance.
ReplyDelete"I thought you said you were organizing this place better," he said, eyeing the librarian across from him.
Teialle didn't so much as glance up at him. "And I am," she responded pertly. "Every time the stacks fall, I pile them up again more neatly. How do you think this ridiculous thing actually pertains to that sorceress's threats?"
Haero scowled down at the faded illustration. "I'm afraid to ask. Please tell me it at least has some magical powers or ancient significance, because if it turns out to be just a valuable trinket, I'm going to have a breakdown."
"I don't think it would have been smashed if it were just a bit of gaudy jewelry," answered Teialle. "Ah--no, here it is. 'Reports on the powers of the Jewel of the Moon varied as wildly as did the tales of its destruction. Some said it held power over werewolves, keeping them sane or maddening them as need dictated. Others swore that the rays it emitted pointed the way to long-lost treasure troves. Still others claimed that it could open portals to the ethereal planes. All anyone truly knows is that this fantastic jewel was finally deemed a threat by the Eighth Council in the Third Age. They had it shattered into five pieces, and hid each piece in a remote corner of the Realm.'"
"That's as clear as Gyver's Bog," grumbled Haero. "So why would it be so important to that confounded sorceress? Nothing I've heard suggests she's a werewolf, she shouldn't need any more treasure, and, considering what she unleashed on the fishing fleet last week, she doesn't need any help opening gates to other planes."
"That neither I nor the book can answer," Teialle said, sitting back and brushing silky white whisps away from her face. "But we may want to tell her that if she wants the dratted thing--"
Haero suddenly covered his eyes and groaned, slumping back in his seat. "Sweet Lady, I know why she's here. One of those blame fragments is hidden in the cave under Fisher's Rock!"