Writing Discussion

[Conserative Morality]

Okay, when will the short story thread be put up?

I'm not sure. >.>

When do you think it should be put up?

[Yoite]

Okay, when will the short story thread be put up?

I'm not sure. >.>

When do you think it should be put up?

I suggest a seven day window, preferably between January 1st and 7th, that way no one will miss it do to internet connectivity troubles or the like.

[Conserative Morality]

I suggest a seven day window, preferably between January 1st and 7th, that way no one will miss it do to internet connectivity troubles or the like.

Sounds good to me.

[Conserative Morality]

If I write my short-story, I think it will be about a character in my universe who is a immortal knight . . .well, semi-immortal . . ish. He dies often, visciously slaughtered, random accident, old age, but he is always reincarnated, and his forehead is marked with a symbol distinguishing it as him. He retains some memories from previous lives but they tend to fade in and out. I intend to write my short story based on a particular death of his where he was eaten by a shadow dragon.

Dragons don't have a particular moral alignment in my universe, and they don't judge eachother based on moral alignment either, any dragon will judge any other dragon by 1)Sheer power, 2)Wealth, 3)Age, and 4)Renown. This particular dragon sealed off every exit to a large city, Katar, animated the dead soldiers to guard the walls, and is now playing a viscious game of cat & mouse with the remaining 20,000 inhabitants.

Edit: Comments? (about the dragon, she was temporarily destroyed, but not by him, and she comes into the main story again 3-4,000 years later)

Why does this knight get involved?

I don't know what I'm doing my story on yet, because I have no sense of length. I'm trying to figure out about how long 5000 words is.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Any suggestions for mine, oh great Caesar?

[Conserative Morality]

Any suggestions for mine, oh great Caesar?

Not sure I'm familiar enough with comedic writing or contemporary fiction to give any real suggestions, sorry.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Any suggestions for mine, oh great Caesar?

Not sure I'm familiar enough with comedic writing or contemporary fiction to give any real suggestions, sorry.

Who said it was a comedy?

Maybe it's a piece on the intricacies of the human psyche.

[Astrolinium]

Not sure I'm familiar enough with comedic writing or contemporary fiction to give any real suggestions, sorry.

Who said it was a comedy?

Maybe it's a piece on the intricacies of the human psyche.

So, comedy, then.

[Conserative Morality]

Who said it was a comedy?

Maybe it's a piece on the intricacies of the human psyche.

I confused your novel summary with your short story. I can't find your short story summary.

[New East Ireland]

What do you think of mine, CM?

[Conserative Morality]

What do you think of mine, CM?

Link? I don't want to mix up someone's story idea again.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Who said it was a comedy?

Maybe it's a piece on the intricacies of the human psyche.

So, comedy, then.

Pretty much.

Who said it was a comedy?

Maybe it's a piece on the intricacies of the human psyche.

I confused your novel summary with your short story. I can't find your short story summary.

I'm kidding CM. 'Twas a joke.

[Yoite]

Why does this knight get involved?

I don't know what I'm doing my story on yet, because I have no sense of length. I'm trying to figure out about how long 5000 words is.

At the time he was part of a loosely aligned group of talented warriors/mages who view it as their duty to intervene in the world's affairs, They sent three of them to kill the dragon, he is the only one that died, but he didn't rejoin the order after he was reincarnated.

[New England and The Maritimes]

If I write my short-story, I think it will be about a character in my universe who is a immortal knight . . .well, semi-immortal . . ish. He dies often, visciously slaughtered, random accident, old age, but he is always reincarnated, and his forehead is marked with a symbol distinguishing it as him. He retains some memories from previous lives but they tend to fade in and out. I intend to write my short story based on a particular death of his where he was eaten by a shadow dragon.

Dragons don't have a particular moral alignment in my universe, and they don't judge eachother based on moral alignment either, any dragon will judge any other dragon by 1)Sheer power, 2)Wealth, 3)Age, and 4)Renown. This particular dragon sealed off every exit to a large city, Katar, animated the dead soldiers to guard the walls, and is now playing a viscious game of cat & mouse with the remaining 20,000 inhabitants.

Edit: Comments? (about the dragon, she was temporarily destroyed, but not by him, and she comes into the main story again 3-4,000 years later)

Why does this knight get involved?

I don't know what I'm doing my story on yet, because I have no sense of length. I'm trying to figure out about how long 5000 words is.

About 5-6 pages. I think.

[Conserative Morality]

At the time he was part of a loosely aligned group of talented warriors/mages who view it as their duty to intervene in the world's affairs, They sent three of them to kill the dragon, he is the only one that died, but he didn't rejoin the order after he was reincarnated.

Yes, but why were they interfering? Is it a society with a chivalric or heroic tradition? Or is it at the behest of some leader or organization with goals of their own?

[Yoite]

Yes, but why were they interfering? Is it a society with a chivalric or heroic tradition? Or is it at the behest of some leader or organization with goals of their own?

The former, they have a strong heroic tradition, although that doesn't mean one should characterize my world as entirely black and white, I have a multitude of shades. The organization generally chooses their own assignments(whatever you wish to call them) but when something that big happens they convene.

[Conserative Morality]

About 5-6 pages. I think.

Thanks.

[New East Ireland]

What do you think of mine, CM?

Link? I don't want to mix up someone's story idea again.

Kind of. Actually, the narrator is Pollution. I don't say it in the actual story, but Pestilence and War got into a battle, resulting in Pestilence dying and Pollution taking his place as a Horseman. Famine is also replaced by War's brother, Conquest.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Link? I don't want to mix up someone's story idea again.

Kind of. Actually, the narrator is Pollution. I don't say it in the actual story, but Pestilence and War got into a battle, resulting in Pestilence dying and Pollution taking his place as a Horseman. Famine is also replaced by War's brother, Conquest.

You didn't state the plot though.

[New East Ireland]

You didn't state the plot though.

I'm not giving it away, silly bear.

[Conserative Morality]

I'm not giving it away, silly bear.

But then... How could I comment on it? >.>

[Greater Tezdrian]

The beginning of my NanoNovel, which is ongoing:

Porphyrogennetos

The Queen of Cities was silent. The only sound which could be heard was the desolate echo of the Conqueror's horseback entrance. Mehmed II, Kayser-i Rûm, looked about himself. Not a single Roman could be seen, although soft weeping could be heard in the distance. Former Roman Emperor Konstantinos XI Palaiologos had gracefully fled to Mystras, where he was supposed to rule as Amir of the Greeks. Mehmed would make sure he never got there. Constantinople, and, by extent, the Roman Empire, fell without a cannon shot. It was surrendered by it's former master, who would go down in history as as Konstantinos XI Kopronymos, or "the dung-named". In reality, the Sultan thought, Constantine's act was a noble attempt to save his dying culture. A simple glance was enough to tell that the Queen had fallen on hard times. Dung and filth lined the streets and the churches were stained and run-down. What a prize, Mehmed thought ruefully, what a prize.

Beads of sweat rolled down the face of Ktenas Stylianus Clarissimus, Roman envoy to the Second Conference of Lausanne. He knew that his presence was an important thing, a sign that the Romanoi were being taken seriously by the powers that be. Extensive negotiations with the Young Turk government in Ankara and the "Greek" government in Athens was enough to secure the peace of Romans in Constantinople, Imvros and Tenhedos, but without the Ottoman Sultanate, the Roman community in what was now Turkey lost the ancient guarantees of protection they had enjoyed under Ottoman rule.

It was Ktenas' job to secure those rights and the weight of the responsibilities incumbent made him sweat further. The Greek ambassador shot daggers at Ktenas when he wasn't looking. The privileges given to the Roman community in Constantinople after the surrender of Constantine XI had ensured the maintenance of Byzantine culture, Attic/demotic language, and religion; all of which contributed to the inhabitants of Constantinople retaining their identity, for the most part, as Roman. The Greeks, whom Constantinopolians derogatorily referred to as "Westerners", laid envious claim to the history and heritage of the Basileia Rhomaion; and despised their cousins for refusing to let it go. Already Athens tried to lay claim to Constantinople and were defeated by the vociferous opposition that the Roman populace of Constantinople raised. But Ktenas put that all behind him, and dipped his pen in ink. He glanced once more at Clause 14 of the Treaty, as if for reassurance that it's promise of autonomy for the Romans of Turkey was still there. It was. He signed the paper.

Yes, it's shit, but revision is for December, writing for November.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm not giving it away, silly bear.

But then... How could I comment on it? >.>

Magic, CM, magic.

[Conserative Morality]

The beginning of my NanoNovel, which is ongoing:

Porphyrogennetos

The Queen of Cities was silent. The only sound which could be heard was the desolate echo of the Conqueror's horseback entrance. Mehmed II, Kayser-i Rûm, looked about himself. Not a single Roman could be seen, although soft weeping could be heard in the distance. Former Roman Emperor Konstantinos XI Palaiologos had gracefully fled to Mystras, where he was supposed to rule as Amir of the Greeks. Mehmed would make sure he never got there. Constantinople, and, by extent, the Roman Empire, fell without a cannon shot. It was surrendered by it's former master, who would go down in history as as Konstantinos XI Kopronymos, or "the dung-named". In reality, the Sultan thought, Constantine's act was a noble attempt to save his dying culture. A simple glance was enough to tell that the Queen had fallen on hard times. Dung and filth lined the streets and the churches were stained and run-down. What a prize, Mehmed thought ruefully, what a prize.

Beads of sweat rolled down the face of Ktenas Stylianus Clarissimus, Roman envoy to the Second Conference of Lausanne. He knew that his presence was an important thing, a sign that the Romanoi were being taken seriously by the powers that be. Extensive negotiations with the Young Turk government in Ankara and the "Greek" government in Athens was enough to secure the peace of Romans in Constantinople, Imvros and Tenhedos, but without the Ottoman Sultanate, the Roman community in what was now Turkey lost the ancient guarantees of protection they had enjoyed under Ottoman rule.

It was Ktenas' job to secure those rights and the weight of the responsibilities incumbent made him sweat further. The Greek ambassador shot daggers at Ktenas when he wasn't looking. The privileges given to the Roman community in Constantinople after the surrender of Constantine XI had ensured the maintenance of Byzantine culture, Attic/demotic language, and religion; all of which contributed to the inhabitants of Constantinople retaining their identity, for the most part, as Roman. The Greeks, whom Constantinopolians derogatorily referred to as "Westerners", laid envious claim to the history and heritage of the Basileia Rhomaion; and despised their cousins for refusing to let it go. Already Athens tried to lay claim to Constantinople and were defeated by the vociferous opposition that the Roman populace of Constantinople raised. But Ktenas put that all behind him, and dipped his pen in ink. He glanced once more at Clause 14 of the Treaty, as if for reassurance that it's promise of autonomy for the Romans of Turkey was still there. It was. He signed the paper.

Yes, it's shit, but revision is for December, writing for November.

I don't understand, what time period is this Alternate History in?

[New East Ireland]

I'm not giving it away, silly bear.

But then... How could I comment on it? >.>

Well, how does it sound so far? Yes, I expect you to comment on the very little information given.