Tidecaller
"What will you do with so much power?"
Experienced in writing though freshly anew to this forum site. I am looking for those interested in writing a story together. Perhaps we will build a world together, perhaps we will shatter a world to remake it into our favor? I am curious to see where things will go and so I long for a discussion of a tale. I can play as many types of characters as necessary, I can provide excitement and entertainment through the words of my writing and I only ask for your effort and literacy in return. I came here to read stories, will I find some worth my time?
Preferred Themes
Fantasy
High Fantasy
Dark Fantasy
Experience (Themes/Genres)
Modern
Sci-Fi
Fantasy Sci-Fi
Modern Fantasy
Post Apocalyptic
Apocalyptic
Steampunk
Romance
Action
Adventure
Mystery
Horror
Writing Sample
The concept of time had disappeared from his senses. For what reason was he continuing his cycle for? Without purpose there was no meaning to struggle onward. Yet he remained among the living. Forsaken on this earth, alone. The chilling air left no hint of life. A piercing cold sent to the very bone. How long has it been? Since he made that vow? Since he last saw his savior? How long had it been? Since trespassers stepped foot within his grounds? Since he butchered an intruder for defiling sacred lands?
Each memory began to fade. Each instance began to meld together as one. A life blending in as a blur… no longer could he begin to reminisce of peaceful days. Those days filled with energy and life… if only he could relive them.
What was once the prosperous kingdom of Flawn now lied an unmarked ruin among traveling maps. The soil had vanished, leaving nothing but harsh sand. Searing winds shot lines of scattering sands, splattering along the stone walls of abandoned homes. The beating sun reigned down, merciless to those willing to venture out so far. But within the vicinity lied a stone cave connected to an underground tomb.
It resided where the castle of Flawn once stood proudly. Tattered, blackened banners spread thin, torn asunder as they made the sigils illegible. Crusted sand rimmed the edges, almost acting as a border. The opening entrance of the cave revealed a bit of passage. Emptiness inside, leading farther down into what looked to be complete darkness. A whistling breeze floundered in and out, bits of sand sprinkling the ground and walls. Recent skeletons with missing pieces decorated the entrance. Only to serve as a warning to others, this cave was not to be taken lightly.
The majority of the castle had crumbled, toppled down atop the cave. Rubble and debris spilled over the arching entrance mixed in with shattered glass, wrinkled pages and broken pottery. Only wild animals scoured these lands. In hopes of catching a stray wanderer lost within the ruins. Rarely did small bands of scavengers test their luck here. They were too afraid of the floating rumors, where buried runes and ancient history lies in waiting to be claimed… a white reaper guards these riches and sucks the souls out of those daring to anger death itself.
Bats were the only living things tolerated within the cave. Deeper down the endless darkness is a stone doorway leading to a single tomb. Inside,carvings within stones and rocks spread thin around a large coffin. A large crack from above, the ceiling shined rays of the sun onto the coffin. The dirt from beneath sprouted purple lilies with small ferns. Sealed with whatever rested inside, across it sat a figure endowed with black and white clothing.
Long, silky-white hair dangled down his back and face. Skin white as snow with hazel eyes. His facial structure slim, similar to that of elven descent. Yet his ears were not pointed. Human… at least that is what he was viewed as. His clothing was light, robe-like uniform designed for freedom of movement. But the quality was degrading, the decorations and embroidery that once shined brightly now faded into ashy greys. Wrapped around a sash, he carried two hilts that carried no blades, not a single piece of sharp steel attached. They were mere hilts, one was white while another pitch black, each with silvery guards.
His hands rested atop his knees, his body facing towards the open doorway. The howling air gashed away of the tomb. Reminding the man that he was the sole person remaining. He pondered in silence, wondering where his savior resides.
Preferred Themes
Fantasy
High Fantasy
Dark Fantasy
Experience (Themes/Genres)
Modern
Sci-Fi
Fantasy Sci-Fi
Modern Fantasy
Post Apocalyptic
Apocalyptic
Steampunk
Romance
Action
Adventure
Mystery
Horror
Writing Sample
The concept of time had disappeared from his senses. For what reason was he continuing his cycle for? Without purpose there was no meaning to struggle onward. Yet he remained among the living. Forsaken on this earth, alone. The chilling air left no hint of life. A piercing cold sent to the very bone. How long has it been? Since he made that vow? Since he last saw his savior? How long had it been? Since trespassers stepped foot within his grounds? Since he butchered an intruder for defiling sacred lands?
Each memory began to fade. Each instance began to meld together as one. A life blending in as a blur… no longer could he begin to reminisce of peaceful days. Those days filled with energy and life… if only he could relive them.
What was once the prosperous kingdom of Flawn now lied an unmarked ruin among traveling maps. The soil had vanished, leaving nothing but harsh sand. Searing winds shot lines of scattering sands, splattering along the stone walls of abandoned homes. The beating sun reigned down, merciless to those willing to venture out so far. But within the vicinity lied a stone cave connected to an underground tomb.
It resided where the castle of Flawn once stood proudly. Tattered, blackened banners spread thin, torn asunder as they made the sigils illegible. Crusted sand rimmed the edges, almost acting as a border. The opening entrance of the cave revealed a bit of passage. Emptiness inside, leading farther down into what looked to be complete darkness. A whistling breeze floundered in and out, bits of sand sprinkling the ground and walls. Recent skeletons with missing pieces decorated the entrance. Only to serve as a warning to others, this cave was not to be taken lightly.
The majority of the castle had crumbled, toppled down atop the cave. Rubble and debris spilled over the arching entrance mixed in with shattered glass, wrinkled pages and broken pottery. Only wild animals scoured these lands. In hopes of catching a stray wanderer lost within the ruins. Rarely did small bands of scavengers test their luck here. They were too afraid of the floating rumors, where buried runes and ancient history lies in waiting to be claimed… a white reaper guards these riches and sucks the souls out of those daring to anger death itself.
Bats were the only living things tolerated within the cave. Deeper down the endless darkness is a stone doorway leading to a single tomb. Inside,carvings within stones and rocks spread thin around a large coffin. A large crack from above, the ceiling shined rays of the sun onto the coffin. The dirt from beneath sprouted purple lilies with small ferns. Sealed with whatever rested inside, across it sat a figure endowed with black and white clothing.
Long, silky-white hair dangled down his back and face. Skin white as snow with hazel eyes. His facial structure slim, similar to that of elven descent. Yet his ears were not pointed. Human… at least that is what he was viewed as. His clothing was light, robe-like uniform designed for freedom of movement. But the quality was degrading, the decorations and embroidery that once shined brightly now faded into ashy greys. Wrapped around a sash, he carried two hilts that carried no blades, not a single piece of sharp steel attached. They were mere hilts, one was white while another pitch black, each with silvery guards.
His hands rested atop his knees, his body facing towards the open doorway. The howling air gashed away of the tomb. Reminding the man that he was the sole person remaining. He pondered in silence, wondering where his savior resides.
