- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
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The headlines shouted it everywhere in the advent of the steam engine twenty-five years ago.
Magic became too expensive and unreliable to be counted on, the world moved on in spite of this. Guns replaced swords in all but ceremonial use, and heavy metal armor is a thing of the past-- it can't stand up to gunpowder, anyway.
The laces and frills of the past age are being replaced by stripes and tighter garb that allow far easier movement in both the sexes-- women are growing in number in the workplace as the world moves forward and forces begin to clash in the world-- it's outright rebellion as peasants, sponsored by the Hild kingdom to the south, lash out against their landlords, while Hildi soldiers march on Ruva to capture its lands.
But away from the combat for now, at the edge of Ruva territory and locked in a dusty, cobwebbed sample of the previous era, an old home lies abandoned. Red velvet cushions adorn polished wood furniture. Elaborately-patterned cloth is glued to the walls (though peeling as age rots the glue). Massive candelabras hang from the ceiling from heavy ropes, waiting to be lowered and lit after so many years.
The closets are lined with frills and lace, with dresses that cover every inch and more. The cabinets are lined with priceless porcelain plates, each hand-painted and gilded by artisans half a world away.
All of this rests under a thick blanket of dust, and is chained in place by equally dusty cobwebs.
Whoever once lived in this place is gone, their belongings left to the ravages of light and age. Who now will come to this place, and why? Is it antique-hunters, looking for quick cash? Is it a criminal on the run from the law, seeking refuge? It could be anyone, for any reason.
The lands the manor are on are Ruvan. The Hildi people's nation is to the south.
This is a decent basis for the house, but it needs some simplification. - "I'm Mervin, wife is Tea, older girl is Hesty, younger is Nick. My boy's Junior." - Giant Farmer, the one with the limp and one foot bigger than the other.
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