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Hello all ! Stuff are finally coming ! After like, a year ? 😅 Who's counting am I right !
I will be posting some worldbuilding and character introduction in the following weeks !
I've added the tag list but if you guys no longer want to be on it just tell me there will be no hard feelings ! ❤️
Tag list : @zachatari @soupopoireau
Looking for a DND campaign
[reblogs appreciated]
Hey, Zachary (21) and Madysson (26) here! We're two players (with a year and a half of experience) looking for a group/campaign to join as our main campaign has gone on indefinite hiatus..
We have flexible schedules and are both located in France (but also both have a bachelor's degree in English)
We're both members of the LGBTQIA+ community and are very friendly and open minded 😊
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Reblog if you play Dragon Age and Dungeons & Dragons.
where ya’ll at??
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WIP INTRODUCTION : TOMMOROW WILL COME / DEMAIN VIENDRA
Synopsis: Galen is 24 years old; he is indifferent to everything around him and has the impression of being a puppet in a play where he is not supposed to be. He works in an antique shop with Mr Abelson, the only thing he likes. Then one day Nyssa, an old acquaintance of Mr Abelson arrives in the shop and his life. She then reveals a secret to him which will finally assemble the puzzle that is life and that Galen could not complete: magic exists, and the world is populated of half gods and half goddesses capable of extraordinary things.
“Galen Ezzel did not believe in God.
He was smarter than that.
Galen Ezzel was a man who only believed what he saw and what could be proved.
Ergo, it was logical that he did not believe in God.
Then Galen Ezzel met a god. Not God. No, not the ubiquitous and omnipotent figure of so many religions. No, Galen Ezzel met a god. Only, not quite that either.
Galen Ezzel met a half-goddess.
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“Son of a bitch!” Galen looked down at his coffee-stained white shirt, narrowing his eyes at the muffled pain the burning liquid had caused. “Don’t bother apologising!” he told the stranger who had jostled him and caused his troubles. The person in question ignored him or didn’t hear him. Galen shook his head and closed his coat over his shirt. He went on his way, slaloming between the passers-by.
He turned onto Iris Street and stumbled upon on a pile of people; he swore again and tried to see what the fuss was about. As far as he could see there was a noisy, motionless tide, wrapped in their cloaks, their bonnets sunk on their heads, jumping from one foot to the other in order to best distribute the little heat that their bodies were creating. From time to time, some of them glanced at something ahead of Galen that he couldn’t see, but it must have been pretty damn interesting because some had even climbed the surrounding statues to get a better observation spot.
Finally one of the passers-by came down from a statue and Galen hauled himself up behind him, cursing at his clumsiness.
“Sorry about that, dude”, he mumbled to the statue.
At that moment he could finally saw what was getting everyone excited.
A large wooden stage had been erected, along with a desk and large colourful banners bearing the effigy of two hands clasping each other against an old map background, the number 1789 written in convoluted letters in the right corner.
Galen sighed. Them again. He shook his head slowly and got ready to get off the statue when someone came on stage. He nibbled his lip and looked at his watch: he still had 10 minutes. He leaned against the statue and listened.
“My dear brothers, my dear sisters. What a pleasure to see you on this day. Know that your presence warms our hearts and demonstrates how strong and united our society is. I will not hold you too long, for I am sure you have a lot to do. So allow me to be brief. The troublemakers who raged in Butchers Street have been apprehended.”
A murmur went through the crowd, and the speaker raised his hand to stop the chatter.
“They are behind bars as we speak and will not cause any more trouble.” He smiled and stretched out his arms as if to hug them all. “In unity we put our Hopes.”
Hundreds of voices, including Galen’s, echoed the motto:
“In unity we put our Hopes.””
Résumé : Galen a 24 ans, une indifférence par rapport à tout ce qui l'entoure et l'impression d'être une marionnette dans une pièce où il n'est pas supposé être. Il travaille dans une boutique d'antiquités avec Mr Abelson, la seule chose qui lui plaît un tant soit peu. Puis un jour Nyssa, une ancienne connaissance de Mr Abelson débarque dans la boutique et sa vie. Elle lui révèle alors un secret qui va finalement assembler le puzzle qu'est la vie et que Galen n'arrivait pas à compléter : la magie existe et le monde est peuplé de demi-dieux et de demie-déesses capable de choses extraordinaires.
« Galen Ezzel ne croyait pas en Dieu.
Il était plus intelligent que ça.
Galen Ezzel était un homme qui ne croyait que ce qu'il voyait et ce qui pouvait être prouvé.
Aussi, il était logique qu'il ne crût pas en Dieu.
Puis Galen Ezzel rencontra un dieu. Pas Dieu. Non, pas la figure omniprésente et omnipotente de tant de religion. Non, Galen Ezzel rencontra un dieu. Et encore pas tout à fait.
Galen Ezzel rencontra une demi-déesse.
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- Bordel de merde ! Galen baissa les yeux sur sa chemise blanche tachée de café, plissant les yeux sous la douleur sourde que le liquide brûlant avait causé. Surtout vous excusez pas hein ! Lança-t-il à l'inconnu qui l'avait bousculé et qui avait causé ses ennuis. La personne en question l'ignora, ou bien ne l'entendit pas. Galen secoua la tête et ferma son manteau par-dessus sa chemise. Il se remit en route, slalomant à travers les passants.
Il tourna Rue des Iris et tomba sur un attroupement de personnes, il jura à nouveau et essaya de voir ce qui causait tout ce pataquès. Aussi loin qu'il puisse voire s'étendait une marée bruyante et immobile, emmitouflé dans leurs manteaux, leurs bonnets enfoncés sur la tête ils sautaient d'un pied à l'autre afin de répartir au mieux le peu de chaleurs que leurs corps contenaient. De temps à autre certains jetaient des coups d'œil devant eux vers quelque chose que Galen ne pouvait pas voir mais qui devait être sacrément intéressant car certains étaient même allés jusqu'à grimper sur les statues environnantes afin d'avoir un meilleur spot d'observation.
Finalement l'un des passants descendit d'un socle et Galen se hissa derrière lui, maudissant sa maladresse.
- Désolé pour ça mec, marmonna t'il a l'encontre de la statue.
Il put alors voir ce qui excitait tout le monde.
On avait monté une grande scène en bois avec un pupitre et de grandes bannières colorées à l'effigie de deux mains se serrant l'une l'autre sur un fond de carte ancienne, le nombre 1789 calligraphié en lettre alambiqué dans le coin droit.
Galen soupira. Eux encore. Il secoua doucement la tête et s'apprêta à descendre du socle quand quelqu'un monta sur scène. Il se mordit la lèvre et consulta sa montre : il avait encore 10 minutes. Il se laissa aller contre la statue et écouta.
- Mes biens chers frères, mes bien chères sœurs. Quel plaisir de vous voir réuni en ce jour. Sachez que votre présence réchauffe nos cœurs et démontre à quel point notre société est forte et unie. Je ne vais pas vous retenir trop longtemps, je suis sûr que vous avez beaucoup à faire. Aussi laissez-moi être bref. Les fauteurs de troubles qui sévissaient Rue des Bouchers ont été appréhendés.
Un murmure parcourra la foule et l'orateur leva la main afin de faire cesser les bavardages.
- Ils sont derrière les barreaux à l'heure où nous parlons et ne causeront plus de problème. Il esquissa un sourire et étendit les bras, comme pour les étreindre tous. En l'Unité nous mettons nos Espoir.
Des centaines de voix, dont celle de Galen reprirent la devise :
-En l'Unité nous mettons nos Espoirs. »
Hi! Kalihell here with finally something ! (Woohoo!!), this is the first but hopefully not the last post about Tommorow will Come, if everything goes according to plan some worldbuilding introduction should follow in the days to come !
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Add me on the tag listtt!
Guys you should check out thay wip intro it's so good
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Writeblr Introduction
Hello !
This is actually my second introduction, I had an account, but I pretty much forgot about it!
So, I’m starting again with a clean slate!
You can call me Mathilde or Kalihell, I’m French and I write mainly fantasy and science fiction, but I sometimes dabble in dystopia or even contemporary!
So yeah, here’s my Writeblr intro! Please share and follow because I would love to meet more Writeblr! Especially if you are French!
Kalihell.
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I finished my first draft
I still can’t believe it, but it’s true.
I finished Born to the Sea with a total wordcount of 208,533 Words.
I have always looked forward to this moment but let me tell you, now that it is finally here, I feel happy and sad all at once. I’ll be eternally grateful to everyone who supported me along the way. I love you, guys.
reblog if you are ASEXUAL, support ASEXUAL PEOPLE, or SECRETLY A DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM
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Coming up with character names
What's you guys' method? I usually pick with the sound of them or I translate words in languages that make sense for the book (or that I create) and mix them together
New Writeblr! (I’m back)
Hello guys! My name is Zach and well I used to have an account back then but I changed my name/pen name so I revamped my account
I mostly write fantasy and dystopian fantasy and I’d love to make new writer friends so please share and follow :)