by Inspector Caracal
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
"Why is he fighting?"
"Heck if I know!"
"Leo, Leo, it's okay."
That voice, it was... "Zita?" Leofric blinked and looked around. Zita was standing in front of him, and he was in... a suite. A suite he didn't recognize. "Where are we?"
"We're in Sheba's suite. Howard's here, too. We rescued you."
They were finally in the last climb of the current arc and it was putting Leo on edge. It'd been building for weeks, starting from a small gang's sudden rise in the local criminal underground and following from there along a chain of suspicious people and businesses - of intrigue, power-hungry corruption, and an illegitimate flow of funds leading, finally, to here.
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I am considering running a slightly-atypical game of Lexicon to fill in all of the gaps in my MRI-created world (lot of time to sit and think, you know), “Curseteroids.” ☄️
(technically, Curse-teorites, but hey)
I would be using the Order Variation Follow the Phantoms and the type variation Codependence.
I’d be open to up to 8 other people, and am holding 4 slots for the people who played with me in Inspector Caracal’s earlier Lexicon game.
Why atypical? Because I already have a novel started in my head for this setting, which requires SLIGHTLY more background than the normal, to quote, “You are all scholars arguing about how the Void Ghost Rebellion led to the overthrow of the theocracy and the establishment of the Third Republic.” I.e., we will all be scholars of some sort working on the Enclopedia, uh Cursteroidia, but I’ve set up the introduction to the world.
Since time immemorial [at least 500 years] the land of Otenysa has been beset by the Curse.
The Curse manifests as flaming rocks from the sky, some as small as a fist, some as large as a city.
Some land with a physical presence; some have only a magical shape, but all of them wreak havoc on the world around them.
A Curse Rock has a range of effect normally in proportion with its size; within that range of effect, buildings are destroyed or simply changed — melted, their material altered, turned upside down. Animals are killed or changed, shrunk or grown, their colors changed and their milk or wool or meat altered. Humans, too, are changed, magic given or taken away, ears and limbs and nose grown or shrunk, added or reduced, skin altered, internal organs broken. Some of the changes are survivable; some or not. Some are beneficial; most are not.
Any given Curse Rock will have the same sorts of effects on everything of a given “type” hit by its wave, leading to Balkanization of groups of mostly-humanoids.
Things I need for plot of The Potential Story:
- Water (possibly also things like rock?) will have a muting effect on some Curse Rocks and an amplifying effect on others
- In the waters off the East of the mainland there is a small island chain. Situated mainly on the largest island, there is a nation which has been untouched by Curses for over 200 years — the longest of anyone — and whose last curses were mild and mostly-beneficial
- This leads to them being a bit smug and superior, and it also leads to “missions” to the mainland to bring them technology, foodstuffs, and the like. These missions are *cough* not always well-received.
That’s it. There can be any number of “races” of altered stock of humans, plants, etc. There can be almost any effect you can think of from the curse rocks. There can be almost any level of techno/magic from Stone Age to Approx. Development Of Electricity, and almost any sort of magic that you want. Any governmental system, any utopia or dystopia, and any extant or historical nation from the size of a single city to up to half the continent.
The mass of one land mass has been determined, as well as a broad handwave of the Island of “Elves”, but the rest of the planet is up for grabs, as is geography, climate, where exactly the equator is in re. this land mass…
So! Anyone Interested?
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Stories that WILL be written because I've already started their outlines:
Catbois in Cages
Space Accountant Accidental Marriage
The other winners of the first Poll (At least 2 of these will be written):
Bless the Cat.(AF)
King(maker) Cake, etc.(AF)
Stranded and Reiassan: Which of these stories should I continue?
Keeping a hold on things
Kith and Kin
Stranded in Winter
Tangling isn’t just a walk in the park
A tangled knot
Love Meme: Autumn and Ink
A Wedding and Rin
Rin and her Mother, and Knowing Where His Place Is
Discovery (at sea)
Carrying the Spirit
Skill and Dreams
The Enemy’s City
Road Map To....
With the Goats
What (not on the giant list) should I continue for Tir na Cali and/Or Fae Apoc?
Thanks again to kelkyag for the original compilation of links.
So far, Summer 2017 has involved medical foo, home renovations, surprise!funeral and not-a-surprise godbaby.
Medical Foo I have blogged a bit about in That Was Spinal Tap and That Was Spinal Tap Two. I’ve also fic’d and freewrote about it in Diagnostic Machine and Just A Little Structural Rot.
The long and the short of it: After more doctor visits, blood tests, and spinal taps than seems reasonable or even probable (and two MRIs), I have a diagnosis and will start drug treatment soon. It’s not a thrilling diagnosis, but, to quote Arnold, it’s not a tumor. (It’s not a baby either. I don’t think they’d need a spinal tap to tell that one).
I now have three weeks without blood draws or doctor visits, and if my dentist calls, I’m going to tell them I’m out of the country for a while. Or something. No more co-pays kthnxbai.
Did I really just say kthnxbai? Please forgive me.
The fighter pilot with the callsign Spice was new to the team and, although all her credentials assured that she was not, indeed, new to space fighting as a concept or a skill, still the team had to be reassured.
Fancy Dresses, long lingering kisses, awkward moments with your friends, bullies… Prom!
Anton had figured he didn’t have a chance.
He was new to Hieder Hill High, he wasn’t one of the popular kids – was the new guy ever the popular guy? – his family wasn’t rich or even that well-off, and he didn’t dress like or act like the popular guys.
I live! It’s been a hell of a month. But here I am.
This story originally posted June 4, 2011.
He came to the school in autumn, once the crops were in. They’d gone back to old habits and old practices in the Academy, as in so much of the world, knowing that the old existed and had survived for so long for a reason.
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After (Before) The Empire Falls, the Emperor Stands.
The young son-of-the-Emperor (they were all sons of the Emperor, although their fathers were all several years dead) waited until two of his cousins were making an appropriate fuss and two more seemed to have decided to climb the bookshelves all the way to the top.
There were seven nursemaids for the lot of them, but, from the things the nurses said when they thought their young charges weren’t listening, there were more of them, the sons, then there had been in recent memory — “recent” in Hildeh’s case and Galleh’s, at least, being a number that stretched back quite some time — and the bureaucracy that funded their employment did not seem inclined to send them any more help.
This particular son — whose name, like easily half of his brothers, was Eranodi, after Eroni, the first Emperor — was glad for the overwork and the subsequent distraction, because it gave him a freedom he was fairly certain young Emperor’s-sons were not supposed to have.
“I don’t, I don’t, shhh,” Nilien hushed Riva. “Shhhh. No. I don’t have another spell on me, I’ve looked.” Just in case, she looked again, taking a moment while everyone waited, staring at her. “No. I don’t have another spell on me.”
“What are you talking about?” complained Istore. “What spells? Is this some We-”
“Hush.” Riva glared at him. “Be nice, or you can go eat dinner with Thesri or off in the stables.”
It comes after Loose Ends and Tying Off; if you are following Addergoole: a Ghost Story, Shad and Meesh are Abednego's older brothers, Eris and Joff's former Keepers, and all around bad guys.
It is written to chanter_greenie's prompt.
Shadrach had last track of how many times they’d gone through this. Keeper, Kept, Keeper, Kept. They went through whole months where they were both as gentle as they knew how, hoping the next month would be kind back to them. They went through seasons where they were rough, violent, nasty. He’d almost died at least four times. He’d almost killed Meshach at least twice.
Once, Professor VanderLinden, Professor Solomon, and Professor Pelletier had taken turns living with them for two months. It had made those two months very tense, but it hadn’t fixed anything.
The leaves were turning wrong.
When you lived in a wooded area for a while, you got so you could feel the rhythm of autumn. The leaves closest to the road, closest to the prevailing wind, closest to anything that chilled them down, turned first. The biggest trees turned slower. The middle of the woods turned slow and last.
But in the forest behind Erato’s house, there was an almost circular place where the leaves had starting turning quickly, almost before the little maple that faced the wind all alone to the west of her house.