[identity profile] vilenspotens.livejournal.com
But I do still occasionally write, thought I'd share a little something James got up to with a young man and a ritual to Bast. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] nikoliborsh for the assist. Strictly OOC peeps.

Warning: Adult content )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i've posted it online. Check out:

Part 1: arriving and adventure
Part 2; openning movements
Part 3; movements in shadow
Part 4; escaping the cage
Part 5; surrounded and beset
Part 6; under the sea...in shadow
Part 7; life's a beach
Part 8; Finishing Moves

I hope you all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing!
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART EIGHT – FINISHING MOVES )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART SIX – PART SEVEN – LIFE’S A BEACH )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART SIX – UNDER THE SEA…IN SHADOW )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART FIVE – SURROUNDED AND BESET )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART FOUR – ESCAPING THE CAGE )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART THREE – MOVEMENTS IN SHADOW )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART TWO – THE OPENNING MOVEMENTS )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
There was a vast proxy recently in the UK Forsaken game which saw people going to Spurn Head to do all sorts of crazy things, i'm fairly pleased with the write-up and so, with permission, i pop it here...PART ONE – ARRIVING AND ADVENTURES )
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
Dusk, the death of day, the birth of night. As the silvery light of Luna shines above and a slight chill of a breeze hits the face two Uratha stand high above the sea on a cliff face. The Cornish coast a long distance from where they had stood this morning the Iron Master in battered leathers and the Hunter in Darkness in the torn hoodie silent and waiting by a motorbike somehow still shining under layers of dust. “When it comes follow as you can, see my end if you will” )

This is the final scene of a character who was involved in a large proxy in the UK Forsaken game, a scene which i was privilaged to run, and to give good death to Dermot. Hope you all enjoy!
[identity profile] alea-iacta-est3.livejournal.com
Hey I hope people dont mind me posting this here, i know there some contention as to new WOd stuff at the moment but in absense of a new wod fiction community i was at a loss.

an attack on the beshilu in the second city )

xXx~Chris~xXx
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[personal profile] chrisvenus
Hi all,

After a few chats about shadow writers and its current position and all that I thought I'd put a post up about what's going on with the community and its future.

One of the first things I'll address since it is what sparked this is that the current policy is that shadow writers will not kick you off after you stop being a cam member. After all, that would mean that both maintainers would now be gone...


Following on from that though are a few thoughts on what was going on with shadow writers.

My personal preference is to "shut down" this community. Before the outcry let me explain. Since the death of oWod the community has been pretty dead. Certainly we've had more posts in single days than we have had in the last six months. Currently the community is pretty much entirely old stuff. I think that in many ways this would be quite nice to keep as just an old Wod community predominantly).

Also currently neither [livejournal.com profile] quisalan nor I (the two maintainers) are in any way involved in the New Wod and for my part at least I have no real interest in new Wod stories and so don't really read any of the new stuff. We could get new maintainers and all that but is it really worth it given current posting rate?

Conversely of course if people want to keep writing newWod stuff then maybe a new community could be set up? new maintainers to enthuse about stuff, a blank slate to start on where it can be dedicated to new Wod. I think it might help get a bit more enthusiasm for writing it possibly. I'd be surprised if it hurt particularly.

This is what I think should be done and I think [livejournal.com profile] quisalan is thinking along similar lines.


But what do other people think? Its not time for us to be dictatorial so give us feedback and let us know what you think. Or if you feel enthusiastic make out life simpler by starting up that new community and pimping it out. :)
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[identity profile] annwfyn.livejournal.com
They asked me "what's your name?"

I said "Nowhere."

They said, "that's a stupid name. Why do you call yourself that?"

I smiled and said "you'll see."


Two years later I'm standing in a room. They are watching and their leader talks in fast angry tones.

"Killing mortals, whatever they have witnessed, it isn't acceptable. That child...she was only a child..."

There is horror on a lot of faces. Their leader turns to me and says, "where were you when this happened?"

I smile and answer. Now they will understand where my name comes from and from the look on their faces they do.

"Nowhere..."
[identity profile] bringeroflight.livejournal.com
I open my eyes. It gets easier now, waking up. I don't panic any more, try to take a first instinctive breath. I would not say that my waking is natural, but I have grown used to it. Some primal part of me knows that the sun has dipped below the horizon and it is safe for me to move around.

I'm tangled in a mess of sheets, ripped and stained. My left arm, chest and face seem coated in something. There's a little resistance when I pull away from it, as the slowly drying liquid is pulled apart. There is a coppery smell in the air. She's lying face down next to me in the bed. Cold. Still. Her hair flows over her, obscuring her features. The wounds don't look fresh, but dry, as if there's little to leak from her.

I consider her a moment, watching, not moving. I don't feel concern or worry for her - she knew exactly what she was getting into. I consider that her pose is almost artistic, and if I had some means of recording this moment for posterity, I would want to. I reconcile myself with watching her for a full minute, remembering as much of the detail as I can.

I pull myself from the wreck of a bed, fluidly. I was never quite this graceful before, I don't think. There is a warm feeling inside, of power, almost invincibility. I know, academically, that this is not true, but to revel in the sensation is quite novel. I cannot break a thin branch, but the feeling of power inside is unmistakable.

Glancing down at the clothes on the floor, I don't even consider dressing yet. Until I'm clean, I don't want to damage my clothes. Unlike mine, the shredded remnants of hers lie amid my discarded clothes.

I begin my evening routine. The words and phrases, gestures and movements help focus me. I concentrate on my blood, that it will do my will, and I feel it diffuse in a way I could not explain to another, protecting me - physically, mentally, spiritually. I do not call on any gods or angels, as many would to perform an act they do not fully understand. Not by their will, but mine.

It does not take long. I have found myself focussing my will into my blood far faster these nights. Practice, I think, only takes up a part of that. I think that is something that I will have to look into.

Just as I contemplate a shower, I hear movement behind me. She is starting to stir and move. I turn, smile warmly, and pad back to the bed, a cat stalking a small fluttering creature.
[identity profile] riksowden.livejournal.com
A little bit of UK Forsaken history, through the medium of a small tale...the tale of The Three Exiles )

Snapshots.

Dec. 24th, 2005 01:17 am
[identity profile] guard81.livejournal.com
(OOC: A couple of quick moments from Awakening. Thought I'd drop them here, 'cause shadowriters have been quiet.)

18:23 Monday 5th December 2005
Hollywood, near Highters Heath, Birmingham. Read more... )

*****

20:40 Monday 19th December 2005
A towpath on the Birmingham to Stratford canal, near Kings Heath, Birmingham.

Read more... )
[identity profile] aardnebby.livejournal.com
It's an attempt of a background based on a concept I feel I can play... comments welcome. The character's name will change when I can think of a decent one.

Read more... )

Thoughts?
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