Seryth’s Story: Conversion to Novel Format

In this post I’ll show you part of the process in converting Seryth’s Story from its Living Story form into what it might look like in a novel. Continue reading “Seryth’s Story: Conversion to Novel Format”

Interview with Liberty Square

After much dancing with my imposter syndrome, I present to you my latest achievement: I had an interview with Ms. Laura of Liberty Square about — you guessed it! FoxFireFiction, the entertainment industry, mental health, family, and some of the politics involving all of the above! (Oh dear.)

Both parts of the interview (for we sure chattered a lot!) can be found on in the Liberty Square community. Liberty Square focuses on networking between small businesses and doing podcasts with the owners of the same. If you’re interested in other interviews or perhaps want to do some networking yourself, why not join? They also have a Discord for members without Locals accounts.

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The Search for Seryth, Chapters 1 – 3

I’ll keep the introduction here short. I’ve started up another Living Story Roleplay character, whose story closely dovetails with Seryth’s in The Story of Seryth. Continue reading “The Search for Seryth, Chapters 1 – 3”

Seryth’s Story: Closing Thoughts

He also was able to forgive his father — both foster and the real one — in that moment. His last thought was to wonder at the fourth quel’dorei he saw, the one so much like him.

Had it been? Could it be…

OR MAYBE IT WAS Continue reading “Seryth’s Story: Closing Thoughts”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 29 through to the Epilogue

Chapter 29: It was early when Seryth left Jalinde's bed and took a morning ride through Dalaran. He angle out over the Broken Isles, visiting the closest of his small army's outposts. Something was missing. He needed more men still, more power, if he hoped to counter a demonic invasion.

He passed over the lands of Azsuna and bid his felsteed to touch down. The land was still beautiful and lush — certainly by Westfall standards — but there was something faded about it in comparison to the splendor of Val’sharah, as well. Seryth reflected it matched his mood as he sent the felsteed down old roads, grass pushing up between the cobblestones. The land had once been inhabited by highborne, but no longer, their ruins still bearing the scars of the demons, who had destroyed the great civilization long ago. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 29 through to the Epilogue”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 26-28

Chapter 26: He fell to despair that night. He rode into Darkshire late in the night, asking for a room at the inn. The hassle of setting camp and making a meal was not one he wanted to handle at that moment, with so many doubts and fears swirling in his head. The inn was nearly empty that night, and Seryth sat by the fire in the common room, alone with his brooding thoughts.

If the shard had always been inside of him, it had always been slowly corrupting him. The events at Thelsamar, even the tortured worgen and farmers in his past, made all too much sense. Even though he could lay the blame at the shard’s feet, he couldn’t get around the knowing that it was still him who had cast the spells, who had killed and hurt so many people.

Yet, if it was the shard that had started all this, then perhaps removing the shard from his chest would end the nightmare. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 26-28”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 22 – 25

Chapter 22: The twilight panther turned out to be the archdruid Seryth had been seeking: Tharon Moonclaw. He was willing to listen to Seryth, having seen him fly in on the back of the queen of the faerie dragons, which the archdruid said were elusive and difficult to gain the trust of. The queen faerie dragon, for her part, murmured to Seryth that she'd be around, then shrank to the size of a cat, her colors blending into her surroundings until Seryth couldn't tell her apart from the trees.

Tharon claimed the same demon creatures that been attacking the forest were responsible for the Wild God’s malaise, and further confirmed that no Wild God would be able to help Seryth until the attacks abated. He also said he could tell Seryth was not what he seemed and hiding magic as dark as the horned kal’dorei — he called them satyrs — also wielded. Grudgingly, under this subtle threat, Seryth agreed to hunt the leaders of the satyr. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 22 – 25”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 19 – 21

Chapter 19: Seryth didn't know how long he lay convalescing for. The air seemed to be of a different quality, less musty than the dwarven bunkers, more open and airy like the wilderness. Though he only opened his eyes a few times, and recognized what he saw even less, he could tell the hangings and carvings on the walls around him weren't made by any dwarf or human. They were made by quel'dorei. He was in Quel'Danil.

The loyal gryphon had brought him out of Jintha’Alor. A Farstrider had found the wounded beast stumbling through the Hinterlands forests and took it to Quel’Danil to be treated. More reluctantly, they had also brought Seryth along. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 19 – 21”