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I'll do a bulletpoint summary of Fate of Alchemists

Dragonborn are a 2-3ft species that look like a fat rabbit/ fox with membranous wings, horns and an arrowhead tail.

This takes place 500 years prior to the events of most of the other stories. It is the Zephyr era of Anemoi. The world is populated by beastial Gods and many different sophonts which they created. Pinna, God of Anemoi created the Dragonborn.

Talisum is a dragonborn born to a traditionalist family. He is one of many siblings. When he is lost on the road, the young dragonborn is not searched for as its assumed a predatory animal would have gotten him by the time they realize he is missing. As is life for the Dragonborn at the time.

Talis wandered off after a strange calling, coming upon something he doesn't quite remember. When he woke up, the little dragonborn had acquired a strange power. He could see the past of items through touch.

An older Dragonborn named Arbitrum was also following a calling... Upon seeing the little dragonborn he knew what he was compelled to do. He took Talis under his wing, raising the rambunctious little thing and teaching him the ways of the Sun Alchemist. He too was a psychometric, so he taught Talis to stifle his powers and made him gloves to keep his palms from touching objectd and being bombared by unwanted stories.

One day Arbitrum had discovered something he couldn't quite explain to Talis. He said that he had to ruminate on it alone. Talisum went out for a couple nights and when he returned he found the place charred. Arbitrum's corpse laid burnt, a gods blessed dagger laid on the floor. Talis uses his powers to discover that a God, Pinna, had shown up to slaughter Arbi. This is the first of many mysteries that Talis would later uncover.

Talis salvaged what he could. A vial of ichor, a strange sheet of what Arbi called "unshatterable glass" and what he could scavenge from the burnt up noted and books. He went to the closest town to find somewhere to rest for the night so he could collect his barring.

Talisum sees Them for the first time. A three part entity. A hydra. Three rabbits. Three women. It didn't matter, he knew what this was. A three parted entity was known as one thing to Alchemists: The Fates. Gods above Gods that rule beyond the physical realm and its land, people and concepts.

He is warned by The Fates to not continue down the same path as his mentor. He must move on and never even threaten to think of him again. Talis of course refuses despite the vague threat.

Talisum wakes up scared of his own shadow. He decides he needs to eat, and visits his favorite restaurant. Not only is the food fatty and good, exactly what a Dragonborn needs, but its run by who he believes to be the most beautiful Dragon in the world. Albus has purblind, a fatal genetic disorder and she is older then him. He of course though is head over heels still. She always takes great interest in his work and when he tells her that Arbitrum died, she consoles him and offers his meal on the house as the least she can do.

Talisum makes his way up to another Alchemist names Jhaou. He is a healer, specifically. He was not exactly friends (#divorced) with Arbi but Arb couldn't deny that the Eute was incredibly knowledgeable and they wrote several books as eachothers co-authors. Talis tells Jhaou what happened to Arbitrum in more detail

Jhaou comforts Talis as he explains what is going on with The Fates and how he is grieving his father figure. He eventually gives Talis a pendant of a golden cobra, an important but vauge symbol in alchemy. This pendant once belonged to Arbitrum and he was asked to keep it away from Talis for his protection.

Talisum stays with Jhaou for the night and has a strangely peaceful sleep... He hoes back to the hotel in the afternoon and begins drinking. Hes eventually cut off and he begins getting paranoid and obsessive over his circumstances. This drives him to attempt to use his powers on the pendant. The first few times it fails... But eventually he channels an Entity through it.

He is interrupted by the Fates who are moments away from ending Talisums existence before he drinks the vial of ichor he salvaged and channels the Cobra once more. He makes a deal with the devil of sorts. The cobra crawls inside him, taking refuge in his mortal form. Its a painful and graphic process.

Talis escapes the fates by stinging one of them with an old curse the Entity could deliver. He flies out and the Cobra forces him to fly for hours... Until coming upon a beast called a God Eater.

God Eaters are mysterious, equine like animals that hunt the divine. The Entity begins transfering its being into the GE but not before Talis bites off his tail as his magical form crawls out of his body. Talis swallows the tail, taking a bit of the Cobras power for himself.

The Fates show back up to battle the Entity in this new form. Talis can sense a magic rising. Plants begin to wither and die. Insects and birds drop from the sky. The wind stands eerily still while the Hydra Fates and the GE locked in combat.

Talis flees back towards the town, trying to race the corruption. Eventually though... He can't keep up. He drops from exhaustion

Talis wakes up and begins walking to the town. He finds many dead animals on his way. Specifically a Grigora (think a wolpertinger. Looks like a dragonborn but more rabbit like and is an animal) that reminds him of himself.

When Talis returns to the town, he is greeted by mass death. Like the animals of the surrounding wilds, Illiotherio is a graveyard. He goes to find Albus, grieving over her death. The hotel keep. Dead. Finally Jhaou. Jhaou is not dead, but close to it. He is in great pain. Talis puts him out of his misery, half out of pity and half rage for giving him the pendant.

Talis is now on his own... Hidden from The Fated, full of grief and dealing with new urges and feelings.

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hi! couple of asks for the storyteller saturday ask game!

does your creative work have any consistent themes in them, if so what would they be?

if your story was a color and flavor, what would it be?

who is the hardest character/perspective to write?

Happy STS!! Thank you for the asks :D

Consistent themes in Ascendancy include love, the complexity of relationships, money, culture, religion corruption, manipulation, trauma bonding (its real definition), leadership, sexuality, responsibility, obligation, self preservation, substance abuse, and how complicated life can be :D Ascendancy has a lot of stories within it, but most of them touch on a number of these themes especially since they're all interconnected

Hmm.. this ones a bit hard since Ascendancy has so many different stories in it. Ill give a few ideas though Fate of Alchemists: Kind of a steely, coppery taste. Salty. Exitium's felling: Herbal and Savoury Mavros' story: Fruit and Wine Fluvius' story: Bitter and harsh liquor

One of the hardest perspectives is probably Jeremias. I love him, but writing him comes with a lot of facets. He is also a much different person every decade of his life. He is one of the most complex guys, and writing his perspective on things comes with a lot of unreliable narration, emotional spiralling and skewed ideas. A more simple character that's difficult to write would be Abel. Mainly because hes constantly saying shit. Hes constantly finding cruel things to say which can be difficult to keep writing since I don't like being repetitive in dialogue.

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Happy STS! What part of your story has been your favourite to write, or what part are you looking forward to most? (feel free to share a snippet 👀) - @trixierosewrites

Ouughh thank you for the ask! Happy STS!!!

I write my stuff in various different vignettes and short stories. I also co-host a DND campaign in my setting, with my co-author. So, I think I'll answer three ways

One for an actual story I'm writing, one for a character breakdown doc that I'm working on, and one for my DND campaign (we're on our 32nd session! roughly 112-150 hours of play so far)

All the Snippets bellow

Fate of Alchemists

I want to re-write almost all of FoA, but for the most part I really like his interactions with "the snake"

Talis peeled his robes from his fur, throwing them to the ground. He began to pace, a snarl on his muzzle. He bared his teeth to the world. The moons above shone through the window panes and illuminated each razor point.  He threw his wings back into a stretch behind him in an immodest, frustrated display. 

Arbitrum would have surely scolded him. 

Arbitrum didn't matter anymore. 

He held his head in his claws and combed his fur back. It just stood on end again. 

He stepped to the window, glancing to the sky, and then back around the room in a hurried lap. His eyes glanced to the pile of robes. The Idol necklace shimmered between the cloth…

Talisum diverted his pace over to it, bending down to pick it up. He stumbled and caught himself by leaning into the wall corner. 

The taste of liquor welled in his mouth. 

He gripped the idol and stood back on two feet. Glaring down at it, gripping it.

“Snake, give me something. I know she's coming for me. You're the last thing I have.” 

He placed it over his head once more. 

He stumbled again as he headed for the desk. It took a couple tries until he got himself up onto the chair where he loomed over the desk. He tipped his bag over, letting the contents spill. The paper was creased and the ichor ampule rolled out. It rolled until it touched his claw with a minuscule ‘ting’

He brushed the ichor away, grabbing at the papers. He glanced over it one more time, squinting at the words. They made his head spin. The words mingled together into a garbled blur. 

“Give me something… Damned fucking snake.”

He clutched the idol in both of his hands, standing on the chair. 

He focused everything into the Idol. He felt the texture of the metal, pulling each detail into his mind. 

Suddenly, he felt the chair come up from under him and his body strained.

His sight went black and a voice tickled his senses. 

It spoke in a language Talisum did not recognize yet he understood each word like it was his own mother tongue.

“What is this…?”

He could feel the serpent blink. He could feel himself blink in time. He couldn't feel himself breathe. A tightness held his chest still. He could taste blood in his mouth.

“Oh… What a sight, a mortal contacting me. You must be special. Hm. Yes, special…” 

The snake’s deep chuckle resonated within Talisum and he could feel the malice dripping from it.

Talisum opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. 

He was special. He knew he was special. 

What a special thing he was. 

He could feel muscles ripple against his stomach. A squeeze. A paralyzing gaze. 

The golden snake looked deep into his eyes. 

Talisum could see himself in the higher beings grip. A terrible numbness sank over him. 

“What a shame… I so hoped our connection wouldn’t be cut so soon.”

Talisum found himself gasping for air on the floor, the chair having been kicked a few feet away. The ampule had fallen to the floor and managed not to sustain more than a crack along the side. 

His nose bled and he drooled pink. He writhed and cramped, clawing at the ground until he gained feeling back in his extremities.

He squirmed in the shadow of three not quite rabbits.

Red eyes to the left, blue to the right, and front and centre, eyes of gold and glory.

They sat up and in a blink their bodies took new form.

Human. Dragonborn. Eute. Fae. Draslin.

Hydra…

Amara Aeraki

As for Amara, I've been working on her doc for half a year now? Took a couple months break recently but im back to it! I think so far, my favourite thing to write so far in her doc is her interactions with Mavros after something evil happens to her-

When Amara woke up the next morning there laid something on her bedside…

… a torn, burnt, and hardly legible page. 

Upon it she could hardly make out a familiar name… Cyril.

The boy whose mothers testimony sent her looking for the priest's blood.

But… it- It was Seanes' handwriting. It was the original copy of the death certificate. 

It was the most damning evidence she had and now all that work was burnt into nothing. It may have been as well that the boy never existed to the Aeraki.

Her thoughts of the boy ceased when she realized something. 

He got into her room…

He got into her room. He got into her room. Her door was locked and he got into her room. He got into her room. He got into her room. Where were the guards?

He got into her room. 

She held her mouth and screamed into her hands until nothing came out.

Propping a chair against the door knob didn't quell her fear that night. 

After his mother and sister got after him for smoking in his room, Mavros tried to start bringing the habit outside. It was a lovely night anyways. 

Amara stood at the doorway of the balcony and Mavros glanced over and separated his pipe from his lips. 

“You’re up late.”

She nodded, looking down the hall before stepping into the balcony with him. She leaned an arm on the rail and put her head in her other hand. 

Mav frowned down at her and tilted his head like a curious pup.

She reached for the pipe and snatched it away. Mav opened his mouth to complain before second guessing and watching her take a slow inhale. 

“...Mari. You never smoke, momma's girl.”

She shrugged. A wave of relief seemed to wash over her. She coughed a few times.

Mav squinted at her. “It's Firetongue, not nicotine.”

She took another hit and gave him a look as if he were stupid. 

Amara had encountered much more than just firetongue in her experience in Gix. 

Mav tilted his head further and frowned, before turning his gaze back up to the cloud covered sky. He’d let her hog it if it meant it helped whatever plagued his sister.

Mav had some suspicion of what happened. She was a tough young woman. Smart as a tack twice as sharp. The longest days she could put on a smile: yet here she was looking for the same medicine as her stupid idiot brother. 

Something happened and it was something shameful enough that she couldn’t tell a soul. Mavros knew shame.

He knew the dead look in one's eyes from the mirror.

Mav placed an arm around her shoulders, patted her and pulled her in closer.

He searched his vocabulary for anything to say… there was still nothing. It all sounded empty to him when he repeated how he should say it in his head. 

So, he had nothing to say to her, but he could for now at least be there for her until she was ready to say something herself or at least until she returned inside to try to sleep again under the influence of a calming high.

In the morning Mavros stopped her in the halls with a soft “hey”

Before handing her a pouch. 

“I don't know what's wrong, and it's fine if you don't tell me; but here. You're too proud to ask for aid from the doctors and I have plenty of other ways to fall asleep.”

From the pouch she spilled a couple dusty red resin chews into the palm of her hand and asked, “What is this? Candy?  I'm not 5, candy isn't an incentive for me to go to bed on time anymore.”

“It's firetongue chews. I just like to smoke but Jere wanted me to try these. It takes a while to chew and take effect… and they taste really bad but they make me relax enough to sleep through anything and always gives me this really strong head high. Not a real fan but he said it's something he made and tested himself. Maybe you’d like them better?”

“... I'll try them. Thank you. You don't need to do anything for me though. Sides’ I can just steal your pipe.”

“ Come on, If you start seeing mom smelling like me she’ll cry.”

Fated Chaos (DND)

I really like the dreams i've wrriten for the DND party, but I think the white stag dream so far has been my strongest. Made my party cry '':D

That night, some of you noticed something was missing. Someone, actually.

Damaskus is nowhere to be seen. He's not there for Kal to lay against tonight. Our patron of death left us without a word. It's not totally strange for him to disappear, but usually it's been only for a bit at a time- gone and back within 20-40 minutes. Tonight, he is gone well through into the witching hours

The dream that haunts us this hallowed night is… disconcerting.

The world is gray. Mist. Nothing. 

A void, but not one that feels familiar… Well, to most of us. Kal, you feel this is similar to something you’ve felt this momentarily before. A brief encounter with the atmosphere that felt way too long when it happened.

There is a deep set loneliness in your very core. You can't say you feel scared or agitated. You feel calm actually. Resigned. 

A weight was lifted from you and with it, it took something important. What was it? You can't quite remember.

You hear what sounds like footfall into a shallow puddle. Another. Another. Something blinks at you. 

A deer, white as fresh snow. Its antlers arch back. they branch out in graceful symmetry, each tine tapering into a sharp upwards facing point. 

As the deer moves, the antlers sway gently. 

Light that filters through the fog dances between the skeletal structures like it is catching and guiding light along its frame. An angel and it's halo.

You blink, and in an instant, a young man has taken the place of the white deer, standing where it once stood.

He seems… unsettling familiar. To you, and to the mind you inhabit.

Extremely familiar. So familiar you mistake him for someone you actually know.

He stirs memories you haven't quite yet recovered.

Someone you've leaned against in the cramped confines of the caravan, 

someone with whom you’ve shared a smoke, and unburdened your heart. Someone who vanished into the shadows last night.

The young man, a sweet charm to his demeanour, extends his hand toward you. You take it, and as your fingertips touch, a wave of comfort washes over you. In that fleeting moment, you sense a place of profound significance.

A beach bathed in warm sunlight, the soft breeze mingling with the rhythmic sound of waves. It feels like home, yet you know it is not yours. This vision slips away just as quickly as it appeared, leaving you with a lingering sense of longing. It must be the familiar stranger's piece of heaven, a glimpse into his cherished sanctuary.

“Who are you?” you ask.

His voice is a whisper, but it's clear as day. 

“I am a reaper.”

“Oh.” Your heart sinks heavy, leaving your chest emptier than it already was. You look at your other hand, before bending down to a crouch and looking at the puddles under you. You squint to see your reflection just barely.

Between the ripples you can see yourself… pale, bloody, and... You stand abruptly, unable to suffer through looking at yourself any longer.

“I'm not going to the good place, am I?”

“You were a brave young warrior, little one. You fought hard alongside your master, and the courage you showed in the face of those mortal monsters is more than many grown men have shown in their entire lives. You will go where you are meant to be, little fighter.”

He guides you slowly through the fog. Each step feels like a great effort. The air is thick and sticks to your skin. It holds you. It wants you here. 

You slow down and he tugs. 

He struggles to drag your dead weight through and you are helpless to assist him. You feel weak… This didn’t seem right.

Either way, you look ahead. One more step. One more step. One more step. 

You see your master, reaching out to take your other hand. 

The albino figure locks eyes with the desperate soul then they look back to you

Your master asks, voice cracking and despairing,

“Where is your sword, boy!?”

Your hands slip through their fingers. 

You’re back in the fog…

Alone, you fall to your knees,  gripping your head…

Cold sets in. 

It's so, so cold. 

It's in your limbs. In your spine. In your rib cage and in your skull.

You are alone, lost in the desolation, and the cold seeps deeper, letting you know that you will be here forever.

No stag and no master can pull you from the fog without your sword.

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Hunting and Feasting

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A couple of pretty new guys im writing about. Talisum (lil guy) and Esme (Big Girl)

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Sometimes I 3D model