Hey, this is Eristor here. I’ve hacked into Mirriam’s WordPress account. (Yeah, I know how to do this. I see her do it all the time). Anyway, she’s in a little bit of a bog here, trying to plan her second book. (I’m hoping she isn’t quite as cruel to me this time around; but you know her. She has this thing for what she calls ‘wrenching hearts,’ whatever that means.)
So anyway, she’s introducing this prophet Eilam (who isn’t really a prophet, but Sienna’s telling me to shut up and not spill any more information) and then we have to deal with the half-crazy Alden and his Monster (who isn’t really a monster, but Sienna’s hitting me so I’ll shut up) and then we have to go meet the King of the Wood elves with whom I have a like/hate relationship to ask for help, we were just ditched by the Faren and the pirate captain Marcus… so anyways, just answer a few questions and I think it’ll help her out and we can get under way again.
Oh, yeah – uh, thanks.
1. Does it irritate you when you feel there are ‘too many characters’?
2. How many is too many?
3. Is it different when they’re all memorable or simply ‘there’?
4. Does it irritate you when people go from place to place? (I’m not sure this one matters since she’s going to have to place-hop anyway if we’re going to get from the docks to Cansrell to Tirran…)
5. Would you rather have two shorter books or one long book?
Hey, this is Sienna. Since Eristor wasn’g going to give you one I decided to take over and post an excerpt from The Shadows Fall, to see how you like it. And just because I’m mean like that, you get to see when I first met Eristor. He was NOT very polite, to say the least.
She ran as fast has her feet could take her; tears sliding rapidly down her face as she sobbed in large gasps. She wanted answers. She wanted to believe that she was back inNew York. And more than anything she wanted her parents; to feel the strong arms of her father around her, to have her mother smooth the hair from her forehead and tell her everything was going to be all right. Blindly, she turned a sharp left and ran smack into something with all of the force in her body. The collision shocked her and sent her falling backwards, crashing painfully to the ground.
“Ow,” she groaned, and looked up to see what she had run into. She found herself looking at a pair of frigid blue eyes set in a face that appeared to have been chiseled out of stone – a straight nose, high, prominent cheekbones, full lips. Long, blue-black hair hung past his broad shoulders, and he was dressed in black pants and boots and a long-sleeved white shirt open at the collar, with broad leather straps crossed over his chest. She saw that they were holding a sheath to his back in which sat two long, silver sticks. Double-edged blades gleamed dangerously at each end.
And their owner was looking at her with utter contempt.
All this Sienna absorbed in a split second’s time as she lay, staring, from her position on the floor. The man gazed down at her for an agonizing heartbeat, his lip curled slightly before he brushed past her and continued down the hall, his footsteps echoing in her ears.
Sienna knew that her mouth was hanging open; and there was nothing she could do about it. Of all the absolutely rude, selfish, inconsiderate and inhuman-
“Are you all right?” She looked, startled, into another, new face – handsome, with short, dark blond hair and friendly gray eyes. The newcomer helped her up off the floor and she saw with some relief that he did not have pointed ears. He looked a bit younger than the black-haired man who had knocked her down.
“Thanks,” said Sienna gratefully as she wiped the tear-streaks from her face. She looked down and brushed off her clothes with a quick swipe. With horror she realized that she was still in the white dressing-gown, and no matter how beautiful it was, she had to face the fact that she had just run into two good-looking young men while wearing her bed-clothes.
Her face flushed a bright, crimson red as she reached up to push some of her hair out of her face. “What’s your name?” she asked, trying to push aside her mortified feelings.
The young man smiled kindly at her. “Tylir.” He reached down and helped her up off the floor with a swift pull. “And you are?”
“Sienna – Sienna Hunter,” she said, returning the friendly smile and feeling a little more at ease. “And thanks.” She desperately hoped her face wasn’t red and blotchy from crying.
He laughed. “It was nothing. If you don’t mind my asking, what happened to make you end up so… unceremoniously on the floor?” His face portrayed more than a hint of humor.
Sienna wondered for a moment if he was making fun of her, but he looked genuinely concerned for her welfare. “I ran into that – him, I mean. That guy.” She pointed down the hall where the mysterious – and inconsiderate – personage had disappeared. “And he just… walked off and left me!” She hadn’t meant to add that last part, but it popped out on its own.
“Oh.” Tylir’s face fell into a displeased frown. He glanced back at Sienna. “Excuse me.” He smiled briefly once more and then stormed off in the direction the blue-eyed man had gone.
Well, there you go. The ever-kind, polite Tylir – and Eristor in all his rude, impolite glory. I assure you, he changes for the better. By the way this is Mirriam; yeah, my characters hacked my WordPress (I didn’t know they knew how to do that – nothing is sacred!!) and so I decided to end this with a character Questionnaire. Enjoy =)
Here are the rules:
1-) Choose 3 of your Cs
2-) Make your Cs answer these questions
3-) Tag 3 other people
My C’s: Eristor, Alec and Marcus. Wooot! =D
Do you want a hug?
Eristor: There’s this thing called ‘personal space’…?
Alec: Uh, er, I, um – do you have to?
Marcus: Only if it’s from a beautiful lady. *wink* (Marcus, Marcus, Marcus… *facepalm*)
Do you have any kids?
Eristor: …I’m leaving. (Me: *grabs Eristor’s arm* NO, you’re not! *looks at audience* He does NOT have any kids. Yet).
Alec: *horrified* NO! I’m sixteen, for crying out loud!!! Hang on… I’m sixteen? I had a BIRTHDAY!
Marcus: *sighs* No.
Have you killed anyone?
Eristor: …yes. Can I go now?
Alec: Um, well… I’ve fought Merrows. But I haven’t killed anybody yet.
Marcus: What a ridiculous question. Of COURSE I have!
Eristor: …I refuse to answer.
Alec: Uh, in a family-way, yes?
Marcus: Yes, in fact. Kate. My wife. Before she died.
What is your job?
Eristor: I’m SUPPOSED to be ruling; but I can’t until my father is dead. So the steward is ruling right now, since my father abdicated.
Alec: Uh, well, save the world. I’m not sure how, though.
Marcus: Job? Try being a captain of a pirate ship.
Who’s your best friend?
Alec: My sister Sienna ^_^
Marcus: Ni’ran, my first mate. Nothing like a 7-foot-tall sea elf to keep a rowdy crew in shape.
Eristor: Practicing with Kelehb sticks and riding. Reading, sometimes.
Alec: Adventure! Skateboarding! Motorcycling! And sometimes video games. Not that they have those here. <_<
Marcus: Raiding another ship is always exciting.
What are you going to do when this tag is over?
Eristor: Sit and wait for Mirriam to write something.
Alec: I’ll go find something to eat.
Marcus: Do some sailing!
What is your eye color?
Eristor: It’s usually blue. Changes with my mood.
Alec: Aaahh, brown. *psh*
Are you good? Or bad?
Eristor: Good, I guess.
Alec: Duh, I’m GOOD! I’m trying to save the world, right?
Marcus: This is debateable.
What is your greatest fear?
Alec: I won’t be able to save the world or keep Sienna safe.
Marcus: Why on earth would I tell you!? Do I know you?
What do you think of your parents?
Eristor: …I loved my mother. I want to kill my father.
Alec: Oh, they’re awesome. I just wish they were here.
Marcus: I’d rather not discuss this.
Eristor: A sister. I’d rather not talk about her.
Alec: A sister! She’s awesome, but she can be annoying sometimes. Older sister syndrome and all.
Marcus: I have a younger brother.
Was it fun to answer all these questions?
Eristor: …can I leave yet?
Alec: Sure! I had nothing else to do.
Marcus: …well, *ahem* it’s… all right?
Do you have any weaknesses?
Eristor: I am LEAVING! (Me: NO, YOU’RE NOT! *forces him to stay seated* Love is his ‘weakness,’ for those of you who don’t know).
Alec: Uh, the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing might be considered a weakness.
Marcus: Nothing comes to mind! ^_^
Your favorite element?
Eristor: …’element’? Are you serious? How about fire? To burn this stupid questionnaire?
Alec: Sun! Heat! …are these elements?
Marcus: Water and wind!
Do you care what others think of you?
Eristor: Not really.
Alec: Well, yeah. I mean, not as much as a GIRL, maybe, but still.
Marcus: I’m a pirate. Now ask the me that again.
Your theme song?
Eristor: Mirriam says it’s ‘Serenata’ by Immediate Music.
Alec: Yeah! Uh…. I forget what it is… Oh, yeah “BBC Robin Hood Soundtrack 10”. Wow.
Marcus: The celtic song by Jon Maiocco.
What’s your species?
I tag: Well, since this one was so fun, I tag anybody who wants to do it =D
Well, there you go, folks – sorry Eristor wasn’t cooperating as well as he might have, he’s been in sort of a slump. Probably because he’s irritated at Valentine, one of my friend’s characters. They don’t get along.