I wrote a scene from Sins of the Children and ??? My little aro heart is dying
Ezra sat and watched the smoke of cooking fires curl up over the tents and wagons; chewed on the end of the twig in his mouth like it was something else.
A figure crouched beside him from the dark and slowly uncurled its legs over the edge of the porch.
Rhucollu breathed out, his hands propping him up on either side. The sun’s leftover rays barely touched anything now, leaving behind nothing but cold shadows and the warm silhouettes in front of them.
A group of children playing a few yards away looked up and clambered over each to heed their mother’s call.
“You ever think about that?”
Ezra glanced sideways in question.
“Having a family,” the other man clarified. “Falling in love.”
He shrugged, watching as a couple strode by with their hands clasped together.
“Not really.” He flicked the twig somewhere into the shadows. “Was never something I ever really wanted.”
Rhu nodded and laid back on the wooden boards with his hands folded behind his head.
“Yeah, me neither.” They were silent for a few minutes. “It does sound a little lonely, though, not having someone to lean on or share your life with, someone to love.”
Ezra snorted a bitter laugh.
“What, you can’t do all that with a friend?”
Rhucollu smiled up at the stars.
“I guess you’re right.”
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Note: Sequel to Children of Misfortune; Entirely asexual cast of main characters
Genre: Fantasy/Adventure
Summary
After the civil war that only lasted a day but took the lives of thousands, the nation of Duestea must pick up the pieces and learn to trust each other again.
While some can do this easily enough, others like Ezra Cosovei cannot.
As Ezra tries to carve out a place for himself in a world he no longer believes in, he and his new companions discover a plot to restart the war and must stop it, if only to allay their own guilt.
Main Characters:
Ezra Cosovei - Recently resigned soldier from Lepaka’s army, Ezra is a 23 year old human. He doesn’t trust anyone (for good reasons, and especially not those in power) and has no compulsion to be a part of the world around him, but he can’t help but help those in trouble.
Rhucollu Tugnun - The 21 year old son of a long line of weavers from Duul’ssom, the capital city of the dark elves, Rhu is hopeful and curious. He is cautious of the outside world since the war and the rebellion he was a part of, but he wants to find the best in everything and help build on that goodness.
Blux - The 17 year old goblin is inventive and friendly. He can’t do anything the normal way but he tries to be helpful when he can.
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Note: Any snippets I post will probably change, as this is the first draft. Well, it’s not even that, it’s more of just random scenes that I’m writing prior to the first draft.
Trigger Warnings for mild violence and fantasy racism. (Basically the same trigger warnings for the first book)
Rhucollu hit the pavement, feeling his teeth rattle in his skull as his head hit the side of the alley. The taste of copper filled the back of his mouth, but it was a familiar thing by now.
“Get up,” one of his attackers taunted, sending a kick to his unprotected gut. “Come on; I thought you blue freaks were great warriors.”
The others laughed at the jab as Rhucollu rolled over and sat against the wall, wiping blood from the side of his mouth as it began to trickle into his beard.
“Why?”
The human blinked in confusion so he continued, pointing to each of them in turn.
“Your friend is an elf, the other is a gnome. That man over there is a human like you, but his skin is a different color than yours.” The dark elf turned back to the man standing over him. “You treat them with respect, yet you attack and taunt me.”
He cocked his head to the side.
“I just want to know what makes me any different than them?”
The man’s face twisted and his fist pulled back.
Rhucollu closed his eyes and prepared for the beating to continue…
Ezra pulled his head away from the wall.
“Get up,” someone growled.
He slowly peeked his head around the mouth of the alley. Four men stood over a shape on the ground.
Ezra watched as the apparent leader continued to taunt and kick the man in the dirt. He began to turn away as the man on the ground spoke, too softly for him to hear, but that familiar weight in his stomach tugged him back.
No. No, no, no. It wasn’t any of his concern. He should just walk away.
He growled, turning around and dropping his pack behind a pile of refuse.
The leader was just pulling his fist back Ezra grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, kicking his knees out from under him and dislocating his arm at the shoulder and elbow.
The other harassers began unsheathing weapons, but Ezra already had a knife to his captive’s throat.
“Unless you want to die, I’d suggest you call off your friends.”
The man whimpered in pain, unable to choke anything else out, but apparently that was enough for his friends.
Ezra shoved him forward, face first into the dirt, and the others dragged him along with them in their mad dash for the crowded streets.
He resheathed his weapon underneath his shirt and turned to the figure still on the ground.
The man was a dark elf, maybe a year or two younger than Ezra, with what looked like large, bronze hoops in both ears. His forehead, down the top half of the sides of his face, and his upper arm were smudged with some kind of black paint and adorned with flecks of gold in different shapes and designs.
“Thank you.” He swiped at some blood coming from his nose.
Ezra grunted, beginning to turn away. That anger nest of bees was taking up residence in his brain again.
“Hey, wait!” The drow scrabbled to his feet and followed.
Ezra sighed and stopped. Without even glancing back he could hear the man’s breathing was shallow and erratic and his gait was uneven.
“My name’s Rhucollu,” he offered when he had caught up, extending his hand. “But you can call me Rhu.”
Ezra studied him for a moment. Aside from the obvious favoring of his right leg, he had the bearing of a fighter and the distinct impression of a knife in his cloth pantleg didn’t do anything to sway Ezra from this conclusion.
Rhucollu still stood there as if he actually expected a response.
“Ezra.”
The young elf nodded, withdrawing his unshaken hand with a contented smile on his face.
“I’m hungry, how about you?” He still had blood smeared across his face and he was covered in dirt and boot marks. “It’ll be my treat.”
Ezra stared after him as he sauntered off, limping slightly, and groaned. What had he just gotten himself into?
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WIP Project - Sins of the Children, Sequel to Children of Misfortune
Character Introduction - Rhucollu Tugnun
Rhucollu is a 21 year old dark elf from Duul’ssom.
His family have been weavers in the underground city for centuries, training up the next generation as they went and Rhu was no exception.
However, when he heard about a civil war brewing in Duestea, the young man was unable to stay where he was while innocents suffered.
After the War that lasted a day, Rhucollu decided to stay in the capital city of Lepaka to see if he could help rebuild and to learn more about the customs of the outside world. Unfortunately, he wasn’t so welcome...
But despite the death and hatred he has seen, Rhu remains hopeful and curious. His caution still remains, but he strives to find the best in everything and to help build on whatever goodness he finds.
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Hey, how did you come to name your characters they way you did? Also what are your three favorite facts about Ezra and Bluex? Greetings c:
Ezra’s name just... came to mind when I realized I needed to find a main character, Rhucollu was an edited version of a name that came up in a generator for dark elven names, and Blux was the most random letters thrown together but I liked it and thought it sounded like a good goblin name.
My three favorite facts that don’t involve spoilers?
Ezra
1. He has a heart of gold: soft and easily malleable but still a stone.2. All he knows is how to be a soldier so this whole story is pretty much him learning a) how to be a person first and b) any orders you’re given aren’t necessarily right and you most certainly don’t have to follow them.3. Spoiler-ish but he has a secret and it was my favorite thing coming up with in the story because it just... controls the whole second half of the story.
Blux
1. He can fix anything. Anything.2. He can’t do anything the normal way and accidents happen because of that, but see number one.3. He’s just a smol creachur and he canot change this.
Do any of your characters have any unique features like freckles, scars or dimples?
Rhucollu always has makeup on and he refuses to go a day without it, for personal reasons. (Dark paint that covers most of the top half of his face as well as his neck and upper arms. Flecks of gold are painted on top of that in various shapes and designs, swirls and stars and arrows that draw the eye.)
Ezra has a tattoo, but that’s spoilery.
Blux has the cutest dimples when he smiles and they’re even more prominent since he hasn’t grown out of his baby fat, yet.
All three of them have scars from various things, childhood accidents to back-alley fights to battlefield wounds.
Do your OCs have any irrational phobias? Is there a story behind them? Is there anything that scares them that they want to try anyways?
Ezra has a problem with little bits of blood. Huge, gaping wounds and he’s fine, but he freaks out at a papercut.
Blux also has a phobia of roaches. Don’t ask for that story. (Please)
Rhucollu has a fear of heights, but it’s more an uncomfortable sensation in his gut when he thinks about “the call of the void.” He avoids heights out of fear of that urge, but he does love the scenery you get from high places. (You don’t often get that underground)
