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| What are some more games like World of Warcraft? Are there any other games like World of Warcraft besides Star Wars Galaxy, Final Fantasy, Ebony and Warhammer? |
| Two of the seemingly more popular ones are: Everquest & Eve Online. The attached source contains a lot more. |
| Dark Victorian names needed. Please help. This is for my fantasy novel.? I'm writing a dark fantasy novel set in Victorian times. I'd like some male and female names. But nothing cheesy like Raven or Ebony. I'm talking about real names, in other words. Thanks for your help. |
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Corvina Devany Phaedra Odette Chandra Laufeia Leonora Antoinette Frederica Sibyl Vedette Men --------- Albin Augustine Ivan Parnell Amaury Colden Donovan Maurice Seymore Sullivan Drake |
| I'm currently writing a fantasy novel. Names have been gotten, but what about the plotline? Nicolette is from the North. She is snobby, rude, extremely rich, intolerant of peasants, with long chestnut hair, piercing green eyes, and ivory skin. Semele is from the South. She is kind, compassionate, optimistic, fair, with long ebony tresses, warm brown eyes, and olive skin. Esolde is from the East. She is quiet, intelligent, introverted, self-concious, beautiful, fragile, with platinum blonde curls, deep blue eyes, and pale skin. Willa is from the West. She is a free spirit, blunt, an orphan, tomboyish, sarcastic, lived a life of a sailor, with curly auburn hair, tan freckled skin, and hazel eyes. These four girls are called by a mysterious object known only as the Compass Rose. They must fufill a prophecy and banish Kashmir, the evil dictator, from their world. In it is a love story between Semele and a young sorcerer, Willa learns what became of her family, Esolde discovers self-confidence, and Nicolette finds meaning to her otherwise perfect life. Soo...? |
| You've pretty much got your plot right there. All you need to do now is tweak it, give it some more detail. Start adding ideas that you want to see happen in this book. Specifics. Pretend that you're some random person who's come across these notes. You've never heard about this story or read anything about it. Read them over, and I stress this, YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE, and write down each question you want answered, like some of the following: During the romance, do they automatically fall in love or are they disgusted with each other from the start, eventually falling for one another? How does Willa discover the history of her family? What exactly has Kashmir done that makes him evil? Why are they called the Compass Rose? What is the prophecy? How do they go about finding out what it is? How does their adventure start? Start with that. Hope this helps! |
| I need some fantasy names? I can write, just not so good with names! lol GIRLS- I have the first few names. The main character's name is Scarlett Vasilisa McQuinn then her enemy Ebony Rose Carlson. Girl 1#- sort of hippish. medium height, perky, very talented with her magic. Has all brothers NO sisters. Something unusual don't really care as long as I can pronounce it! haaaaa. Boy 1#- the clumsy one, not very responsible with his magic. Has a crush on Scarlett. Always trying to impress and take up for her. Shaggy blond hair and blue eyes the color of the oceans. Girl 2#- a goblin. an older lady. She always gives addvice and is up for any magical duel. (sounds kind of nerdy but I'm gonna straighten everything out) silvery hair with an arched back. A gray swoopy owl named Chester. then any other old-timey-fantasy names to put for random characters! thank you sooo much! |
| Boy: Edric, Jace, Kartik, Spence, Benjamin, Carter, Amar, Amun, Penn, Finn, Cole, Camden, Oliver, Brennen, Brandon, Dai (pronounced either 'die' or 'day'), Vincent Girl: Aria, Moorea (pronounced More-ay-uh. im using this as one of my main characters names in my book :] ), Alia, Anslie, Demi, Guenevier, Sanabel, Sabella, Freya, Circe, Geneva, Giselle, Hannae, Pippa, Lauren, Gemma, Felicity, Jett, Joelle, Noelle, Claire |
| Good name for a fantasy character? I want a name that's fantasy sounding but not TOO out there. Nothing too wild. okay, she has olive colored skin and waist length ebony black hair and misty blue eyes. (The country she lives in is more darker complected and haired) She's royalty so she's well mannered but she won't lose a fight laying down.(she won't take crap from people and is stubborn) she's 16 years old the other one is a guy, 18 years old. He's also royalty but of anothr country. he has dark golden hair and grey eyes. He is tall and muscular with a pronounced jaw and cheekbones. He's rather 'gentlemannly' but for him losing is NEVER an option. Thanks a ton! 10 points to my fav pair of names! |
| For the girl: Aala [of high birth] Shahana [royal] Amaziah [strength] Callisthene [beautiful strength] Bryda [power] Aalwijn [noble] Adala [noble] For the boy: Daivat [strength] Fergus [man of strength] Garrett [strength of the spear] A'hd [noble] Loni [noble] Hope this help you make a decision. My personal favourites are Aala and A'hd or Callisthene and Garrett. Good luck and happy writing!! |
| Do African-American women like hot white Australian men? I'm interested because whilst I naturally go for caucasian woman, I've always had the fantasy of being with a beautiful ebony queen. |
| im black british and i think australian guys are fine but i think black women like confident men in general. don't dwell on race and pls don't date black girls if its just a fetish or some experience that you want to complete. |
| Will any fantasy fans critique my first chapter/writing style? I haven't written in aaages, so go easy, hehe. Also, if you answer on this one, will you see my other question with my second half of the chapter in please? So many people on here post their first chapter as just a few paragraphs, but this will be full length :) here goes. Vesol inspected his sabre dozily the sweltering, mid-afternoon humidity in the temple collecting on his forehead. The curved single-edged blade, the large ceremonious hand guard and the crystalline amber pommel were all too valiant and pompous-looking to fit his job. The job in question included slouching against a door all day, ever vigilant against imaginary threats. The city of Halen was a beehive of military planning and activity for the war in the frozen north. As such its inhabitants were incredibly paranoid. Vesol sighed, toying with the ebony scabbard and standing to attention as another important person and his entourage entered through the large walnut door, ready for their audience with the General. He smiled and stepped aside to allow the white bearded, bespectacled man and his servants inside. “Thank you, Captain” said the man without a glance. Many people entered and exited the office that day. The only noises Vesol heard were dull, droning mumbles. The last guests left well after night had fallen. A fully armoured Private wearing his white plumed gold helmet came hobbling up to the office and saluted. “There are some unplanned visitors for the General, sir” he puffed, stooping a little. “Are there any more scheduled meetings today Vex?” Vesol asked. “No sir.” “The General will not want to be bothered after hours. Send them on their way.” The Private muttered something and walked labouredly away. It had become nippy and cold in the hallway, and frequent gusts of wind blew in through the open windows. Vesol slouched a while longer, wondering when the General would decide to go home and relieve him of duty. Screams of confusion and horror haunted the breeze coming from outside. Vesol drew his sword and stood upright. Two figures rounded the corner, one white, the other draped in black. “What is this? Where’s Vex?” The black cloaked man walked calmly up to Vesol. “Stop right there! Who are you? Stop or I swear I’ll stick this in your guts!” he brandished the ceremonial sabre like a common breadknife. The man chuckled darkly. The woman in white next to him smiled mechanically. “Stand down Captain. We have urgent business with the General” he said in a patronising manner. It was as if Vesol posed no threat at all. “Arkana, if you would do the honour...” he spoke confidently. The woman dressed in white stepped forward. Vesol noticed that both her hair and cloak were white, and her eyes had no irises or visible pupils. What happened next was a blur. As she streaked towards him, the woman’s fist connected with his chest so quickly that he almost missed it. The blow winded him, sending him flying through the walnut doors, which had been left unlocked. He sguyded painfully across the floor, further denting his antique armour, his head hitting the General’s desk with a loud thwack. A bitter sweet taste filled his mouth and a dull, splitting pain spread through his skull and brain. Everything blurred, and then he heard the General’s chair scrape back. Nothing was said, but the atmosphere in the room was tense. The sound of armoured feet clattering on the stone floors could be heard as guards came to defend the general. The pair drew blades, and from his lower vantage point Vesol glimpsed the man’s fearsome eyes. They looked dark red. And angry. |
| good story! keep up the good work! help me with my question! answers.yahoo.com/question/index;… |
| What are the best fantasy story names? I cant decide on some names to use the names are : GIRLS: Amelia Sophina Danelia Violette pronounced V Oh Let Evangeline Camella Katherine Meredeth Morgana Nissia Rosinna Estinia Ebony BOYS: Koda Dain Caleb Andrew Damon Jace Dex Riley Arthur Castiel Fabien Dusk Imori PS sorry for the long list |
| The best names are names that have meaning in the context of the story. Fantasy is a broad label which includes everything from George R. R. Martin to Tolkien to Tim Powers's novel On Stranger Tides which "inspired" the new Pirates of the Carribbean movie and may have inspired all of them. Also look up Charles Williams's The Greater Trumps and David Lindsay's Voyage to Arcturus. Those are -- VERY different fantasies. |
| What do you think of my fantasy writing? This is an excerpt from a novel I'm writing. I know the grammar is probably bad in places, and the paragraphing is nonexistent, but please bare with me. -smiles- Please post your comments, criticisms, and suggestions, I will listen to everything you say and consider everything. Thank you! --------- A thin glaze of frost shimmered on the pine needles, as bright as crystals under the afternoon sun. Ivory flakes of snow had begun to fall again, dusting the tree tops and whitening the forest floor. The sky was obscured by dense clouds whose bone white color made the bare trees seem even more stark and alien. The oak's gnarled and twisted branches created a grey-brown web that divided the snow covered field from the achromatic sky. Nondescript mounds of snow and ice concealed the lazy twists and Heracles knots of a wisteria, while the dense bracken and evergreen ferns were laden down with a lactescent canopy of frost. Long thin spines of iridescent ice hung heavily from branches and clung to the marred bark like a wintry Spanish moss. The crunch of snow beneath thick fur lined boots broke the cold silence and the scent of crushed cloves and anise bonded with the chill air. Moro ran to join her master, panting dense fetid clouds into the crisp wind and nuzzling his long slender fingers. He absentmindedly scratched her velvety grey ears, his eyes darting past the stolid fence of pines and piercing the shadows that encompassed the nodding oaks and willows. They alighted on a jagged spike of rock that protruded through the enveloping snow, a stony ice-covered rib of the earth piercing the wintry skin. He walked towards it, his eyes still wandering from shadow to shadow, ivory sky to ivory ground. He ungloved one hand to place it reverently on the rock's rough surface, his fingertips probing every wind hollowed spot and scratching at the crystallized moss. He kicked one booted foot into a notch in the rock that the ice had missed and clambered to the top where it was remotely flat. Once again, he stroked the smooth ice and dusted away the sparkling snow then stared at the dull grey rock that bit through its thick frozen veil. After fumbling through his pack, he dragged out a skin and spread it over the ice then carefully pulled out a long flute of ebony and silver. He rubbed the lacquered wood with the suede interior of his coat stopping only when the wood took on a pearlescent glow, he then looked around himself once more before lifting the pipe to his lips and playing the song of the dead. At first, the there was no obvious reaction to his playing except perhaps the silencing of all birds. Soon though, what light shone through the snow laden clouds was devoured by an unseen creature of darkness. Fingers of black wrapped around the sun and blocked every warming beam of light, the atmosphere grew frigid and even more unbearable. In his mind's eyes, the flutist could see trees withering and turning a decadent brown while the succulent ferns became noticeably diminutive. Shadows became creatures of Hades, all eyes and crooked limb like many dark spiders. Things stared out at him as he continued to play, oblivious or ignorant of the dead life that stirred about him. The trees' shadows stretched across the night shrouded earth, darkness devouring darkness, and ghostly hands reached out to stroke the man's back. A dead wind pulled at his hair and howled through the trees, a rancid wind that ate away the spicy smell of cloves and anise seeds and left a choking smog of rot and decay. Moro growled, her hackles raised and her plumed tail dragged down between her legs. A shadow enveloped her, its presence had a calming affect that slowed her breathing considerably and dulled the senses. The man persisted his playing and in answer to the song's seductive cries, he was soon surrounded by a black circle of Death and all those she had claimed. They watched him, their emotionless eyes unblinking and lackluster but they would not harm him for this was his domain. He was the Shadow Dancer and master of them while they abided in his realm of winter and desolation. He halted his song and put the flute back in its case before he turned to address the shadows. Numerous creatures of darkness crept towards the beam of light that illuminated Raphael, broken whiskers and crooked tails twitched, ragged ears swiveled on grey balding heads and a sea of long dead vermin swarmed around him. One, fatter and filthier than the others, scuttled forward, its tail no longer trailing for inches but now a scaly stub that dragged behind it. "Master?" It crouched into a bow but kept its red eyes narrowed on the Shadow Dancer. "You led us to believe that you would help us in this battle against the Iron Heart, am I now to believe that you are for him?" The creature clawed at one torn ear with it forepaws, evading the question and dislodging tufts of rotten fur. Again its whiny voice echoed in Raphael's head. "We are not ones to be commanded, we will n |
| The premise is a little unclear to me, but I can tell that you have a very clear idea of what's happening and where you want to go in your head. The setting as well as the actions of the two characters (Moro and the Shadow Dancer) are a bit fuzzy in the beginning, (For example, how big is the rock, how did they get onto it, and what is he doing to it?) but it definitely comes together towards the end, where he summons the dead. You put in a lot of intricate description about the scenery that I really like, but it would be nice if you could embed more information about the characters in this scene, and maybe the actual song of the dead. What does it sound like? Overall, very nice! I love the way you pay so much attention to details and I would love to read more! |
| Title for my story? i have no idea what to call it? Here's the start of my story, its about a 23 year old girl (or woman what ever you would class her as) called ebony, her mother has told her she has no independence so she has moved to a sea side place called Sandy Vale. here's the start of the story if you want to read it. what should I use as the title? I was thinking Sandy Vale butthat'ss a bit obvious naming the title after the place its set. It was pleasant for Ebony to wake up in Sandy Vale, as it was completely different to waking up at home. Instead of being awoken by her mother screaming at Ebony's brother; the sound of soft waves rocked her mind into consciousness. Ebony felt a warm sensation fill her body as she crossed the large room. She eyed up the beautifully carved frame of the window, as her soft, delicate hands explored the window's lock. With a sigh, she pushed it open, and was soon greeted with that typical, warm Sunday morning breeze, that lovingly kissed her face. The girl gazed up to the cloud scattered sky, to take in the sweet, salty air, and listen to the gulls sing in their mid-morning chorus. The misty sea rolled backwards, and forwards as though it were a silent, sleeping beast, breathing whilst in satisfying dream. The best thing about Sandy Vale, were the people; there weren't many. Just a few shop keepers, the odd dog walker, and the elderly neighbours who lived further down the road. Apart from that, it belonged to Ebony; her little secret that she cherished in her heart. For a moment she was proud to think, her only secret, but then quickly abandoned that thought, as her mind ticked backwards. Swinging the window shut, the dark haired girl bounded away to prepare for her first day of proving herself; or as Ebony liked to say, first day of freedom. Ebony felt like skipping down the driveway, like a school girl in the playground. This was the first time in her life that she felt she was significant, and a power enchanted her, but not a power to take over the world, a more personal power, that happily bubbled inside of her. The sweet, salty air took hold of her again, and danced with her, as she strolled along the sea front. “This is easy.” Ebony told herself. Of course she could do as her mother wanted: to become independent. Ebony was already equipped with a journalism job, which allowed her to work from home. Today being her day off, she decided that exploring Sandy Vale would give her the confidence her mother so wanted her to achieve. The sea front was pretty basic; white sands and the grey sea, which was surprisingly calm for a blustery day. But then she looked up, it was glorious, the way it stood there so elegantly. Towering over everything in such a kind and polite way, such as a guardian angel would. Sandy Vale pier intrigued Ebony. It's Victorian features sang out to her, wishing her to take a closer look. Ebony was pulled in, she could not imagine what intrigued her about the pier, for starters it was old, and looked as though it would fall apart with just one foot fall. Never the less the pier charmed the girl's curiosity, till it lead her to the large iron gates, separating life, from fantasy. Ebony stared lustfully between the cold, rusted barrier, reminding herself of a guy she had once seen gazing dreamily through the window of a toy shop. Her eyes darted excitedly from one spectacular sight to another, but her excitement ceased when her grey eyes met the big red letters that dangles in the wind. “CLOSED! DO NOT ENTER. PIER BEING REFURBISHED, WORK ON TILL JUNE 2003” “Refurbished?” Ebony questioned loudly to herself. She was heart-broken to think they could just replace this structure of beauty, for a shiny new lump of metal. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks, warning Ebony that she should start for home. The weather was becoming restless, and threatened her with dark booming noises and slashes of light, dominating about her head. The door was open, when she tried the lock. Did she somehow forget to lock it ? Could she have been too overwhelmed with joy that she just forgot? She slowly opened the door, preparing for the worst, maybe she was being burgled. Every reason that was possible to be happening sprinted around her mind. Until she crept into the living room. “Oh, hello dear. I just let myself in, I hope that's OK.” It was her mother Claire. A woman of limited height, and short blonde hair; the complete opposite of Ebony. |
| How about "The Independence of Ebony"? or "The Isle of Independence". What do you think of those? |