Racthoh
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Just my favorite video of them ever.
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Editing was interrupted last night. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Ultimate. Our hero, having returned home, listens to his son struggle to come to terms with his father's exile.

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"Speak, son, I insist."
"I just don't know what to make of all this, especially of you, Father, and of Anor. The ignorance bestowed upon us had good intentions to back it, despite the harshness of the truth within. Alfrost may have been the one responsible for Anthor's decline, but the humans were ultimately to blame for everything. Had they not attacked, there would not have been a secret to hold. Anor taught us not to trust the humans, with everything I've heard not only from his mouth, the history of Riotion, but now from my own father as well. He was right, even if you see him as wrong."
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#PlotTober I had 3 endings in mind for my book. One justifiable in a horrible way, one justifiable in an even worse way, and then one that would completely bum out the reader in the same way the movie "The Mist" ends.

I went with the first.

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#PlotTober Day 14: Story endings

Answer the prompt on the card by quoting this post. Remember, answering a prompt is always optional. Even if you don't share it publicly, I hope the prompt encourages you to think about it privately.

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#PlotTober - a WIP plotting game by @gunsmile.bsky.social

14. Now that you have some ideas of your story's beginning and the main character's goals & growth, can you come up with a few different story endings that would be satisfying for a reader?

Remember: Use the #PlotTober hashtag, engage with others, and have fun!
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My research tells me I can keep hours; sundials would be completely believable.

Ha!
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Brinner, I like that! I've used Lunner before, but never thought to expand it!
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Aside from "going bad" about 4 pages later... ;)

The titular character and his minotaur ally (Bedlam) are questioning/judging the religious methods used by their Paladin ally.
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Thanks! This is the elevator pitch I've used to describe it:

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Racthoh, an exiled elf confronting profound loss, demands vengeance from those who destroyed his home and family. Alongside a compassionate Paladin and a struggling minotaur, they navigate a war-torn world of forgotten gods, necromancers, and dragons. Together, they challenge the Krale empire, a nation embracing power's corrupting influence and unchecked ambition's destructive potential.
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We had pancakes for dinner, plenty of syrup was needed!
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*reading my manuscript to my wife*

"How would the character know how long 15 minutes is?"

"Uhh ..."

"Do they have clocks?"

"... no"

*ctrl + F for seconds, minutes, and hours later that night...*

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My one regret moving to the US; missing all of the Canadian holidays.

Enjoy the turkey!
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Hobbes wanted some afternoon cuddles yesterday. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Push. The party finds themselves aboard a ship of Paladins as they set off at sea.

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“If you were thinking of pushing me over, I’ve already heard you,” I laughed, turning to my right to see Bedlam walking towards me. 
“A consideration,” he replied, standing before me, staring at the Paladins.
“They’re as inexperienced as you suspected, Bedlam. I will have you know the only reason I didn’t hear you approaching sooner is because my ears were too far lost in disbelief by the words passing through them.”
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#WIPSnips Hope. Our hero struggles to recover after his first encounter with one of the antagonists.

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My other weapon was near the shattered hilt, taken from me in my foolish attempt to overpower Tyrinal after he revealed his true strength. I pushed myself off from the ground, crawling towards the sword. Weakly, I called my allies in the hope of some response. Nothing. I repeated their names twice more before I was close enough to sheath my blade. I attempted to stand, a mistake, as my right leg was unwilling to support the weight of my body.
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#WIPSnips Pirze. Our hero welcomes in the brutal visions offered by the accursed relic in his possession.

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With my thumb against the guard, I pushed the blade ever so slightly out of its scabbard. Visions of past conflicts surged into my mind’s eye, tainted by outcomes that were not real. Bedlam’s body dismembered, scattered about the landscape without a single strike against me, the body of the Crimson beheaded, with his dead eyes staring lifelessly into my laughing grimace. Scores of Paladins piled within the hallowed halls of the Grand Riotion Temple as I held Ethgar’s face against a pyre of his burning comrades. 
Yet I could not, or rather, would not return Trimenspirium fully into its sheath. The images were soothing, pleasant, and a prize I could’ve claimed had I retained my hatred for every being on this accursed world of Riotion.
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Well shoot, now I need to find and mute the tag. That's awkward.
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#WIPSnips Dungeon. I was in a mental dungeon for 17 hours yesterday working through a work issue. Anyway.

Ethgar the Paladin recounts some of his experiences in the enemy stronghold.

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“There is a dungeon deep underneath the castle’s deepest fortifications. I saw, well, everyone. There were dwarves, humans, all manner of canine, feline, those of both Kyi and Aru-til Phandra, all shackled and in the process of dying or outright dead. I may have seen an elf as well, dead, my heart wept for them especially. I realized then we were all enemies of the Krale. Human Paladins against human soldiers of Krale, Damion against Tyrinal. I was hesitant at first to welcome him as an ally, but after being shackled in the same cell for a few days we began to share our stories,” Ethgar explained.
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Sun feeling good today. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Safe. Fully recovered, our hero begins to set off alone.

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“Where will you travel?” Lonel asked as I donned my attire. 
“As always, to where I am needed,” I replied.
“You won’t continue with the Order?”
“My interests have and will always be those of the elves. I need to find some way to communicate with my brethren and warn them that they are the true targets of the Krale force. No elf is safe so long as the Crimson walks this world.”
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A collage of Theo's belly for this chilly Tuesday. #Cats
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Oh I've absolutely had to dismiss it on a number of occasions because it was producing utter nonsense.
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That middle stat is a complete lie, unless it's talking about one chapter.

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I know. I played video games most of yesterday. Judgmental cat. #Cats
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#WIPSnips Miss. The fear of the necromancer comes to light as the party spies a great foe.

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“Fewer than ten, I’ve crossed fewer than ten Krale. Even with this count, it was impossible for them to have swept through the homes and killed everyone where they stood. They’re hiding, or we’re missing something critical,” Bedlam growled, my ally equally bemused by our situation.
“There ... is no death here. No, no, no. We need to run, we need to flee, now!” Damion’s voice shouted from behind.
I turned my head to see Damion standing off in the distance, a half dozen animated Krale skeletons at his side, with a varying number of limbs still attached. He worked with what Bedlam had left him. Damion raised his hand suddenly, pointing off to the opposite side of the fountain where a lone figure stood in a blackened, scorched robe.
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It would seem the Ivalice Chronicles consumed my weekend. Back to editing next week.
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#WIPSnips Hunt. The entire party is reunited, leaving our hero to lament the influence of Bedlam.

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Bedlam and Kailvrex expectedly hit it off, bonding over a fondness for mocking me and my spindly features. The two were enlisted to assist with material transport from the ruins of the Grand Riotion Temple, repurposing what could be salvaged towards rebuilding of both the airship and the damage sustained to the capital in battle. Kailvrex was oddly hesitant to traverse the path; she didn’t take the same pleasure as Bedlam when it came to bounty hunting. Regardless, the pair had many tales of valor to share. The minotaur was surprisingly willing to train Margo and Cadence as well. At this rate, half the party was going to favor whatever euphemisms Bedlam would come up with for me, forever reducing me to some garish nickname.