Writing - Elvish Aging Story - by What-even-is-thiss
Wait a minute, if elves take hundred years to grow up that has some weird implications.
So... if we say a human comes of age in fantasy worlds at 16, that means it takes an elf 6.26 years to age one human year. If we say the age of maturity is 18 that's 5.55 years.
So then... okay with people that live a long time have to see their human friends die and probably see them like pets yeah that's been explored to death. But what about a human just seeing their friend not grow up?
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Writing - Rynyalla: Kanilay In The Dark
Writing - Rynyalla: Kanilay In The Dark
If darkness was a lover then it was one she knew well. Coiled and shifting, it wreathed its way around her, holding fast as the unearthly ship’s prow plunged onwards. Behind her, the crew moved with an unflinching accuracy, even in the pitch of unnatural night. The creak of sinuous rope and the buckle and grate of bone beneath the feet were the only sounds to accompany the slow lap of waves beneath.
In the distance glittered the jewel of the Eastern world. Myrefall. Ships fled their approach, tacking hurriedly and dashing away across the waters, fleeing for some safe harbour. There were no such places. Her fleet arrayed out behind her, a mental command as the rows of ships fell into formation.
The thump of booted feet approached behind her. A minotaur guard, clad in dull green platemail, his seven foot frame of rippling muscle bent in subjugation. “My lady. Landfall approaches.”
She waves one hand dismissively, he retreats. Clearly she can see beyond sight the city, even with the mask adorning her face. Instead, she raises a finger as though to hush the darkness...and speaks.
“Cull the city. Bring me the tribute that our lady seeks.”
Waves crash, and bodies groan, and the fleet pushes forward.
And Kanilay waits in the dark.
If darkness was a lover then it was one she knew well. Coiled and shifting, it wreathed its way around her, holding fast as the unearthly ship’s prow plunged onwards. Behind her, the crew moved with an unflinching accuracy, even in the pitch of unnatural night. The creak of sinuous rope and the buckle and grate of bone beneath the feet were the only sounds to accompany the slow lap of waves beneath.
In the distance glittered the jewel of the Eastern world. Myrefall. Ships fled their approach, tacking hurriedly and dashing away across the waters, fleeing for some safe harbour. There were no such places. Her fleet arrayed out behind her, a mental command as the rows of ships fell into formation.
The thump of booted feet approached behind her. A minotaur guard, clad in dull green platemail, his seven foot frame of rippling muscle bent in subjugation. “My lady. Landfall approaches.”
She waves one hand dismissively, he retreats. Clearly she can see beyond sight the city, even with the mask adorning her face. Instead, she raises a finger as though to hush the darkness...and speaks.
“Cull the city. Bring me the tribute that our lady seeks.”
Waves crash, and bodies groan, and the fleet pushes forward.
And Kanilay waits in the dark.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
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