Words, Words, Words

Words, Words, Words

When creating a fantasy world, I like to use some invented words. A different world, especially one with magic, would not grow quite the same as ours and would develop different words. Having invented words distinguishes my fantasy world from reality. When creating words for my fantasy world, I prefer using either homophonous spellings or words describing the item, so my invented words are not too confusing. I like to replace words borrowed from foreign languages or words with specific…

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Races of Elves

Races of Elves

from March’s Creatures Beyond the Walle One of the most ancient magical creatures of Damesea, elves have been both revered and reviled by humans. Elves are renown for their wisdom and magical prowess, but most do not care for humans, who they consider mayfly usurpers of their land. Elves may live for several centuries yet they are fortunate if they bear two offspring during their long lifespan. Elves appear similar to humans in size and form, but they tend to…

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Small vs. Strong Spells

Small vs. Strong Spells

from Saunders’ The Basics of Magic Over the millennia since Rhiannon discovered how to use magic, humans have learned to effectively direct spells requiring minimal energy. The power for these small spells can be gathered from environmental sources like sunlight, generated by relinquishing some ability or possession, or drawn directly from the user’s spiritual or physical energy. Since small spells have minimal, one-time costs that can be controlled, they have become prevalent throughout society. Even the poor possess some charm…

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What’s in a Name

What’s in a Name

Names are important. They define who we are and how we think of ourselves. When my brother and I were growing up, our parents decided to call us by our proper names and let us pick our nicknames ourselves. However, I never chose one–there was always a Katie, Kathy, or Kat in the class but rarely ever a Katherine. Besides, I was used to Katherine, and now I cannot imagine being called anything other than my proper name. One of…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 6

The Charmed Pen: Part 6

“Hello,” Wren’s opening salvo wavered in the air and vanished. Although her voice had been faint, the troll stopped roaring and frowned. Clearing her throat, Wren glanced at Hawke, and they shouted together, “Hello.” The troll’s frown grew more fearsome. “You speak Troll?” Wren shook her head. “No, we drank a potion.” The troll spat in disgust. “Magic.” Hawke edged in front of Wren. “We needed it so we could talk to you.” The troll spat again. “So talk.” Glaring…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 5

The Charmed Pen: Part 5

The motherly witch thoughtfully pursed her lips. “I do not have a spell to get rid of the troll, but I do know a potion that would give you the ability to understand all creatures and for them to understand you. Perhaps you could convince the troll to return north.” Wren wrinkled her nose. “But how? It’s the middle of summer, and hot days are deadly to trolls.” The witch rose and returned the large volume to the shelf. “He…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 4

The Charmed Pen: Part 4

With a groan of dismay, Wren tossed aside the third leather journal she had skimmed with no success. She glanced across the table at Hawke. Considering his scowl, he had not found anything either. “This is hopeless.” Wren restlessly flipped through another journal. “Kit’s grandmother wrote about using the pen, but she never wanted to undo any of her words.” Hawke slammed his journal shut. “So it seems. I think we should visit the village witch to see if she…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 3

The Charmed Pen: Part 3

Wren burst into Kit’s morning room with Hawke close behind her. “What precisely did your grandmother tell you about that pen, Kit?” A faintly sardonic smirk tinging her features, Kit glanced up but continued embroidering the long band in her lap. “Merely stories of her adventures after her father bought it for her.” Vexed by Kit’s cool response to her panic, Wren scowled at the other girl. “When you said it makes your words more ‘potent’, what did you mean?”…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 2

The Charmed Pen: Part 2

The next morning, Hawke strode into the breakfast room. “Have you heard the news in the village?” Her head aching from a late night writing her play, Wren sipped her tea and sourly eyed her disgustingly exuberant friend over her cup. “No.” Hawke snagged a pastry from the table and cheerfully devoured it. “Harry Blacksmith swears he saw a troll by the bridge this morning.” Her skin prickling at the similarity between her play and the village gossip, Wren snorted…

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The Charmed Pen: Part 1

The Charmed Pen: Part 1

Opening her final natal gift, Wren smiled with relief when she saw the simple quill pen. She had been afraid Kit, her nearest female neighbor and nemesis, would give her something horrid like a pillow embroidered with overblown roses or a stuffed pheasant killed by her hunting-mad father. “It was my grandmother’s,” Kit murmured with a sharp grin. “She told me many stories about her charmed pen before she died, and I thought a writer like you would enjoy it….

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