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[olcoron]

How would your OC react to the villain's death?

Finding Home: PR

Only Zack and Zevryyn’s heavy breathing filled the space. He finally ripped the sword from her chest and held onto it. He turned back and looked at Micha. Tears rolled down her face as her hand lay on the red mare’s flank. She finally was able to move and rushed to him, bursting into tears as she flung her arms around him. But she wasn’t sad. Micha was beaming as she looked at her warrior. He fell to one knee and kneeled before her. “Never break promise.” Zack said slowly as she let him go long enough to look at his face. His bloody, scar riddled face and the deep scar that pulled his already deformed lip into a crooked sneer, or smile.

Micha gave a giddy little laugh before flinging her arms around his neck. Zack closed his eyes and breathed the fire from his lungs. Gently, ever so softly… The warrior leaned his head against the little girl. His right hand still held his sword, his left dropped Nymoria’s mythil sword. Then his blood soaked hand touched her back. Light at first but then his fingers gripped her cloak. Immense pride and redemption on his face as she buried hers in the blood soaked wolf pelt around his neck.

((The first book ends before Micha can process her feelings but this is explored in the second book. She mourns the loss of Nymoria because in the end, a life was lost. One that didn’t need to, despite how evil she was.))

The death of the necromancer comes a few books later and Micha will hold his hand as he dies. Without giving anything away, she is confused and deeply saddened because despite how awful the necromancer, Nathul, went about his plans… She realized that his heart was in the right place. He went about it completely wrong but he wanted a better world for future child mages. She cries over his death and it will deeply  affect her in the future.

[olcoron]

101 CHARACTER ARC PROMPTS

((More writing prompts! This was on the spot although I could easily see it in book 2. Finding Home: Phoenix Rising is available now on Amazon. The group is talking about regrets.))

2. What is your character's biggest regret?

Micha sat quietly around the fire with her friends. Her best friend and someone who was as close to a sister as she could have, Leiliana. The broken boy who’d become so loyal and protective, Aiden. Last of course was her protector and sword, Zack. The night was cold so they all huddled close chatting with one another. Suddenly Leiliana asked a question that weighed down the moment. “Y’know I was thinkin’ iffen there was anything I regret.” Everyone looked at her. “I regret never punching Nostriel in the face.” She said with a little nod.

Micha snorted in amusement then covered her mouth to try and stifle her snicker. “Who’s that?” Aiden asked curiously. Leiliana rolled her eyes. “Nice version be she’s a bratty harlot who bullied Micha because she was better than that posh brat.” Now Aiden laughed and covered his mouth. Zack merely frowned. “Nice version huh?” Aiden smiled.

“I regret… not being able to help my friends…” Micha said softly in a somber tone. Zack understood who she was talking about but Leiliana took a moment. “Whot?! Y’do so much already.” But Micha looked at her sadly. “Amireth. Zevryyn…” It was hard for her to smile but for a fleeting moment she did. Aiden had been very close to Amireth and he instantly looked down at the fire. “I couldn’t heal her… I couldn’t bring her back… I couldn’t help Zevryyn out of trouble… that was all because of me.” She frowned.

“Don’t regret… Ami… She wouldn’t have wanted that.” Aiden said softly. “Zevryyn make choice. His. Not you.” Zack clarified. Micha smiled softly but their words didn’t really help. Aiden looked down with a frown. “I regret… not killing Woodrow when I had the chance.” This surprised the girls, as the vampire kept the boy to feed on for years. “There was one night he didn’t lock the cage… I could have killed him but… I was too scared… so I just ran… Which… obviously he caught up to me… Got worse after that…” Micha and Leiliana frowned while the ginger hugged Aiden. “Zack took care of that in the end, yea?” She smiled. Aiden looked up and at Zack, a teary smile on his face as he looked at his savior with a small nod. “In the best way possible.”

After a moment Leiliana got curious since Zack didn’t add to the conversation. Micha thought she knew what his regret was, which was why she didn’t ask. But Leiliana was a curious girl. “Whot ‘bout you Zack-a-roo?” He deeply frowned, almost scowling at the nickname. The huge barbarian crossed his arms over one another. “No regret.” Micha looked at him curiously. “None?” Leiliana asked.

“Regret make you look… erm back. Not see… where go. Can’t change so, no regret. Only change for.. Future.” He gave a single curt nod. Micha smiled softly and much to his annoyance, she hugged his arm. Causing him furrow his brows at her with a grumble. “You don’t say much but when you do… its always wise.” Aiden said with a soft smile. Zack just shook his head.

[olcoron]

101 CHARACTER ARC PROMPTS

((Thought it would be fun doing some random prompts <3 From my book Finding Home: Phoenix Rising.))

1. What is your character's biggest fear?

The rest of the group was still arguing over what the Mage’s Guild would do and not do when Zack emerged. He had a clean pair of trousers on, though this wasn’t saying much considering these too were stained with blood. He froze once he got a scope of the room. “Where Micha?!” His deep voice echoed through the stone halls. Causing everyone to jump and look at him startled. “She up stairs.” Leiliana said. With those words the warrior bolted upstairs. Pausing near frantically at each room looking for her. Becoming slowly more and more stressed the higher he climbed and didn’t see her. When he reached the top and finally saw her he wasted no time rushing to her side.

Micha quickly sniffled and tried to stop the tears. “I’m okay.” It was a lie and the drogvner knew it. He sighed and shifted his weight though still kneeling. “Stay. I return.” He said simply as he stood again. This gave Micha time to regain herself. Wiping the tears away, shivering lightly in the cold air as she did the best she could to wipe away the tears. When her sword returned he carried a thick bear hide. He didn’t hesitate to cover her up with the immense brown hide. Already she felt warmer as she tugged it around herself. Zack sat next to her, one leg outstretched while he held the other bent. Resting his right arm over it as he looked at Micha on his left. 

“Have you eaten?” She sniffled, looking up at him. He shook his head ‘no’. “I will. Later.” She hung her head at his response. “I’m sorry…” She said after a moment of silence between them. “I don’t mean to stop you from eating…” But he shook his head. “My action. Not choose by you. I choose. You action not.. For.. How you say? Not..” He sighed in frustration, clearly having trouble finding the right words in human common. She looked at him with her big brown eyes. “What you do.. Not cause my choice. I chose to do this. You not blame for way.. Other react.” She blinked at his surprisingly wise words. Laying her head against her knees, facing him. 

“But… my actions… have set in motion the… death of my friends.” She couldn’t hold back the tears and she buried her head again. Zack opened his mouth but closed it softly as he looked down at the tiny girl. He pulled the bear hide away from her face. “Templar die. Not you friends.” Micha didn’t look at him as she sobbed again, shaking her head. “I don’t want anyone to die… I think I should go back… To save the lives of those I love.”

[olcoron]

Introduce the villain or your story!

((More villain prompts! This is from my WiP, Sunstone: Mother of Blood and Honor. It is set in the same world but on a different continent. The MC Skamato is taken as a slave and forced to fight in a gladiatorial ring. Graeme is the owner of this arena and owns Skamato (Bear) and her new friends.))

(Slave Owner Graeme) The inside was lit only with torches and what little light seemed to sneak in through the covered canopy. She was so preoccupied with looking around, holding her belly that she didn’t see the man casually pacing the cage. But his voice boomed and caused her to spin around. “I asked you for the werebear and you bring me… this?” His words were unable to be understood by Skamato. But he in fact didn’t know what a druid was so he had no understanding of what he really was dealing with.

He was dressed in strange clothing. He was the only one clean and his dark suit seemed darker in the space he occupied. A light beard well groomed covered his thin face and his light brown hair was cut short and softly curled over his head. His dark eyes glared at one of the two men Skamato was unable to kill.

He held a walking stick in his right hand with a thick metal tip in the shape of a dragon’s claw coiled around a sphere. The disheveled hunter warily looked at her. “She and the other one killed eighteen men and women trying to capture them.” The well dressed man shook the walking stick and a dagger erupted out. He shoved the man against the cart and pointed the dagger at his throat. “I paid you for a werebear! Not some pregnant bitch!” He yelled.

“Sh-she was his wife! Sh-she carries his child! Th-that has to be worth something?!” He stammered trying to save his own life. “A baby is useless to me!” He yelled and went to stab the man but his companion grabbed the walked stick and stopped the death. “She’s a mage!” He showed the burn marks from her magic. “And a hell of a fighter.”

The well dressed man glared at the other and pulled his staff away to look at the damage. Then he quirked a brow at Skamato. “... A battle-mage? And a werebear?” Skamato didn’t understand a lick of the language he spoke but that sinister smile made her skin crawl. He dipped his head to look at the collar around her neck and grinned at his men. “You’re not completely useless.”

He looked Skamato up and down, noting how she shivered in pain. One arm grabbed the bars, trembling as she held her belly. Breathing ragged as she glared at him. “You're as tall as a damn orc, aren’t you?” He huffed in a sinister way. Curling his lip to expose his white teeth, one of which had a silver crown on it. “I don’t think she speaks humanish.” The one that saved his friend's life spoke.

“You say she helped him kill your men?” The men nodded. “She killed as many as him…” The sinister man tilted his head as he looked at Skamato. “Maybe you could be of use…” He paused and looked back behind him.

[olcoron]

Introduce the villain or your story!

((Working on writing prompts! This one I just took directly from my book, Finding Home: Phoenix Rising. There technically two villains but Nathul starts his reign of chaos in the first book.))

(The Necrolord)  As the skeletal beast went for a kill bite, she shot out her hands to completely shield her with arcane magic. A bubble protected her as the creature viciously tried to kill her.

“Enough!” A sinister but smooth voice called and as if time suddenly stopped, the undead froze. Micha was bruised and bleeding from her lip and brow, panting as she stared into the skull. Looking up only when she heard slow clapping. Looking up to see a smartly dressed lowland elf. His raven hair neatly braided away from his smug face. His green eyes looked at her approvingly. “Well done, young mage.” His masculine face held a charming grin as he slowly stepped closer.

His attire was light with high boots that clicked on the stone floor as he paced towards her. Robes and trousers were dark with deep purple decorating the sleeves and collar. He was clean and the robes gave off a soft shine, suggesting something plush like crushed velvet. His boots were knee high and clicked when he walked, much like the expensive shoes worn by the higher class. Around his belt however were dangerous artifacts. Potions swirling with green and purple energy, the tainted magic of the darker realms. He also had body parts in jars. Fingers, eyes and tongues. The eyes looked around frantically, on their own. He also had an empty satchel on his side. It was flat and moved freely with each predatory step, showing it contained nothing.

Micha watched him while on her back, hands held aloft to sustain the protective shield. He paced her like a wolf circling his prey. “Arcane… You are special aren’t you?” He lightly touched the violet orb, it sizzled like static from his touch. An unholy wooden staff held in his left hand as he touched the shield. It wreaked of death and looked like rotting wood. Holding two mana stones. One pulsing orange, a fire stone, and the other an unnerving black, a dark stone. Then she realized there was an undead snake wrapped around the staff. Unlike the skeleton, it could make sound. Hissing angrily at her as he drew near. Its ribs and part of its skull showing as what remained of its iridescent black scales shone in the dim light.

He paused as he heard screams in the distance, drawing a sickening smirk on his face. “I fear we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. New tames can be… temperamental. Please accept my apology on his behalf.” He elegantly laid his hand on his chest, bowing respectfully to Micha. 

Micha didn’t respond to his apology. Only stared defiantly at him. “Y-You’re a… a necromancer…” She said shakily. He smiled and nodded. “I am. Such a curious little kitten, what are you doing here? You could get in so much trouble from the guards…” He looked up at the corpses, which were in view since the skeletal draxon pushed through the door. “Well… Not now… but you could have. This is restricted.”

[olcoron]

Introduce the villain or your story!

((Working on writing prompts! This one I just took directly from my book, Finding Home: Phoenix Rising. There technically two villains but Nymoria is the main one.))

(The Red Wolf) But a figure made her, and the other students pause and look fearful. Hugging the wall to allow the elf clad in brilliant silver mythril armor trimmed in gold and red armor pass by. Red silk flowed from her sash around her hip, her mythril armor clanking rhythmically with each steep. Her short but vibrant auburn red hair bouncing around cold green eyes. Her thin features pulled in a stoic glare. On her breast plate was a sword with wings. The symbol for the Templar class. 

Templars were feared by the student body and for good reason. Templars however were trained further in the hunting and killing of rogue mages and demons. Many of their abilities nullified magic or damaged foes. They heavily worked as hunters and justice dealers, those who wielded magic and broke the laws of the realms. Mage killers.

None was more feared than the lowland elven General Nymoria Crimsonwood. The Red Wolf. One could say none was more fanatical about serving the Holy Order and keeping those around her in line with the heel of her boot and the point of her sword than her. She was only set loose upon the worst and most dangerous rogue mage, witch or warlock. Though she did hunt demons, her specialty or rather love was hunting mages.

The women's thin features sneered at Micha from the corner of her eye. Nymoria seemed to deeply distrust the girl, holding onto Micha’s dangerous ability to wield two magics as a threat that needed constant watching.

[olcoron]

What is in your character’s pockets or purse?

((This is a fun little prompt I found on IG, shout out to jada.thewriter for this prompt!))

Leiliana huffed as she stood beside Zack and Micha, searching endlessly through her satchel. Seeming looking through the abyss for something in particular. Zack frowned as she pulled out bread, fruit, biscuits, cookies, jerk meat, and even some hard candy that he had no idea where it came from. Then she pulled out a journal, pencil, leather strips and ribbons that she used to manage the mess of ginger locks that dominated her head. A satchel of coins, rings, a dagger, bracelets, earrings and her hair brush. He crossed his arms over one another as he shifted his weight.

“How all fit?!” He stammered as she seemingly dug out another book from her satchel. It didn’t even look that big. The young girl looked up and blinked. “Whot?” He pointed at the satchel. “Magic?” Leiliana huffed and shook her head. “No. Silly. Just a normal satchel.” She huffed as she still couldn’t find what she was looking for. “You gave me the charcoal last time. Maybe I have it.” Micha said as she put her satchel down on a table and started pulling out the items in hers.

First was the journal Zack gave her, a few pressed leaves from various plants fell out from the pages. The mysterious journal Zevryyn had given her as well as pencils of her own. Then was a small sack of seeds, a never ending ink well as well as blank scrolls, leather ties for them, mana potions, healing salves and even a healing potion. Zack put his hands on his hips as she too seemed to pull endless items out of this burlap sack.

A pocket knife, a glow stone, that had long ago lost its light, a fine quill and finally a hair brush. Various letters given to her from thankful strangers and finally a small sack of coins. Finally she produced a small box. She gave an elated ‘ah ha’ as she handed it to Zack. “How… that all fit?!” She looked up at him curiously. “I donno… it just does.”

“I feel like that’s just a girl thing…” Aiden said as he offered to show what was in his pockets. Crackers in a small sack, his two rats were pulled next, much to the disgust of Leiliana. Then he pulled out some string, an arrow head, coins that Zack had given him and lastly a very small scale from a wyvern. It genuinely made Micha frown as the boy didn’t seem to have much. “Okay then. Whot’s in your pockets, Zack?” Leiliana sassily said.

He frowned and clearly didn’t like this question. He looked between the three children, especially Micha. But reluctantly, as he shifted his weight he patted his left pocket to show it was empty, Then the right pocket he pulled out a single small sack. It was beautifully colored with reds, turquoise, blue, green and yellows. Hand woven with care and love, greatly weathered by time. It wasn’t his coins as he kept those under his shoulder plate. Nor did have medicine or seeds. By all intents and purposes it looked empty.

But the way he held it said it had great meaning to him. Carefully and tenderly, which for the seven foot tall barbarian was saying something. “Mother hair. Her horse hair.” All three kids looked at him somberly. His mother had died in childbirth and horses were deeply sacred to his people. So it made sense both were in the sack. Micha was the first to speak. “Your horse carries everything else. It makes sense you only carry what you need to.” He gave a curt nod and put it back. Pausing when he saw Leiliana’s glossy, tear filled eyes. “That’s so sweet.” She sniffled as she rushed to hug him. 

He grabbed her head and held her back, frowning deeply. “No. Stop hugging.” He said gruffly. 

[razzlekitty]

*blows dust off this account, has coughing fit*

Been a hot damn minute huh? Well I did it! Self-published my own book! Already writing another book within the same universe, different characters. But I'm going to start to be more active again. I have two different book series within the same universe planned that I've been messing around with in my head for the better part of 20 years. (Yes... I'm that old... :C)

Anyways I understand if those who only followed for the WoW content unfollow. But I do hope you join me for the progression of these books. I do have an Instagram and I have been regularly posting there but I can't share character prompts and writing snippets there like I can with Tumblr. It'll benefit me to have both.

The Tumblr for just the book is: https://olcoron.tumblr.com/

My IG handle is zizikitty.writes

🐦‍🔥 Finding Home: Phoenix Rising 🐦‍🔥 is an epic adventure surrounding a 13 year old orphaned mage girl named Micha. She has magic no other mage has and visions she can’t explain. When she expresses her desire to find who she is, the Mage’s Guild tells her she belongs to them and they try to make her forget these visions via potions. When a necromancer attacks the college she and her friends escape. They find a broken warrior who vows to protect her. The templar sent after her is bent on her death, the Mage’s Guild seeks to put her back in her gilded cage all while the necromancer is sowing death and chaos as he builds his army. She tries to keep her friends alive while trying to find out her past.

Available now on Amazon!

Note, while this is YA I do not recommend it for really young readers due to violence and adult language. It is an epic adventure akin to the Hobbit or LotR with a dash of Harry Potter. The only romance is between the side characters and not a major portion of the plot and there is no spice. 

If you like:

✨Magic

✨Medieval Fantasy

✨Epic Adventure

✨Fantasy Creatures

✨Templar, Paladins and Clerics

✨Warring Nations

✨Grumpy Barbarians

✨Kids with a thirst for Adventure

✨Starts out fun and light hearted

✨Danger and Action

✨Sword Fights

✨Character growth and Development

✨Romance as a side plot with side characters

[razzlekitty]

Here I am just popping up out of nowhere lol. Honestly just really proud of actually achieving a goal I set for myself. Even if it did take 3 years to achieve. Life has been rough and I don't nearly play WoW as much as I'd like. (Which sucks because I genuinely did really like Dragonflight. Just was not in a place to play it.) So I've been writing my book here.

I have no words. I finished it a couple of weeks ago and I’m still riding that high. I showed my husband and broke down in tears. I’ve never worked so hard on a goal, and actually achieved it. Through the depression, financial problems, life’s hurdles and the loneliness. I did it.

Proof reading and editing is done and I'm in the process of hiring a cover designer. I'm now looking for writer/author forums and people who I can give a free copy to in exchange for a review on their blog or social media account.

But in the end, I don’t care if it doesn’t make me rich. The fact that I will have a physical copy of something I wrote is enough. The opportunity to share this story is enough. Already planning the second book!!

If you know anyone or know forums where an author can go please message me or leave a comment. Much appreciated!

The synopsis:

Set in a high medical fantasy world full of magic, dangerous beasts, and conflicting nations. The story follows a little mage girl named Micha. She lives at the prestigious magi academy and seat of power for the Mage’s Guild, E’rithar, found as an orphan with rare magical abilities. But since she can remember she’s had visions or dreams. The Mage’ Guild wants her to forget these visions but she’s driven to find what they mean, who she is and where she came from. When a necromancer attacks the academy she and her friends take the chance to escape their gilded cage. On her travels she meets the broken barbarian warrior, Zack, who vows to protect her as she runs from the bloodthirsty templar Nymoria who is sent to bring her back. The templar seeks her death, the Guild seeks to bring her back alive all while the necromancer seemingly is on the same path, sowing chaos and death as he builds his army. Can she escape with her and her friends alive and find who she is?

[night-elf-aesthetics]

[razzlekitty]

Who here remembers the game/chat site called Furcadia? Orgrimmar is giving off that distinct vibe now with all the naked dragons running around. XD 

[razzlekitty]

This sassy mother fucker…

[razzlekitty]

The amount of people reblogging this four-five years later makes me giggle. XD

[froyo-ocs]

Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

[husknoises]

lil test doodle of Adra’tar o/

[razzlekitty]

I’m not dead!! Just been very quiet. Moved to a new state and have been working a lot. When not working I’m playing ARK or classic wow or trying to get my new puppy to not eat things in my new house. But I’ve picked up writing again. Working on a book that I hope to publish online hopefully by the end of the year? But that might be wishful thinking lol.

Anyways I’m looking to just do some character questionnaire things for the characters in the book. Just for fun and to get a better feel for them (will post them here of course!). Anyone have good ones or favorites they could recommend?

[husknoises]

sub might run out but ocxcanon orc boyfriend is forever

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