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PortCon takes place in 4 separate buildings: the 2 DoubleTree towers, at the Maine Mall across the street, and starting in 2018, now also in the new Hilton building next door to the two towers.
Almost ALL the events I attend are in the second tower, the shorter one at the back of the gardens, seen here --->>>
In between events, you can usually find me in the main hall of the second tower hanging out with other CosPlayers. We are the annual HallWay CosPlayers of PortCon and we'd love to have you join us!
I will be there at all days of the event.
I live around the corner from the DoubleTree Hilton where the convention is held, so you can usually expect to see me arrive between 7AM to 8AM. (Yes... 2 HOURS before the doors open, the lines to get in ARE that long! If you arrive at opening time, you won''t get in the building before noon time at BEST.)
I typically leave around 3PM to go eat, and return around 4PM (this time fluctuates depending on the daily event schedule.) Other then leaving this one hour for lunch, I stay at PortCon all day till midnight/1AM
As you know, most of the year I publish 2 to 3 articles a day.
However, every year during convention season, I take a break from that to go full swing CosPlay.
From early April 2018 to late June 2018, article posting schedule will be sporadic, while CosPlay Season and Convention events are going full swing.
During this time period, you can expect most, possible all new articles to be focused on costume making, CosPlay, and the characters I'm CosPlaying.
UPDATE: It's now divided into 7 pages. The primary page "Meet Avallach" is now over 20,000 words long. At this rate, it'll cross 60,000 long before the costume is finished, and that's not including the other 5 pages.
There will still be daily updates, but the BULK of the daily updates will be limited to the pages linked here:
UPDATE April 17, 2018: I do not like being harassed online or offline, in any way, shape or form. Sorry, but what just happened this week is intolerable and I've blocked everyone involved and deleted all their posts. I will continue to block any one else who does the same as these people did. If you were one of the 200+ people blocked on my FaceBook account this week, here's a link to tell you why I blocked you: https://www.eelkat.com/cosplying-a-rapist.html
If you want a quicker explanation of what happened, I tell you in this video:
How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? | Writing Fantasy Books | Character Creation
How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? | Writing Fantasy Books | Character Creation
I am answering random questions today about world building, over on Reddit and decided to take my answers from there and expand upon them even further over here. So that's what this page is. Me rambling on about various aspects of world building techniques I use when writing the Quaraun series. The questions I am answering are embedded here. Clicking the link in the embedded question will take you to the original Reddit page where you can see the original answer along with other people's answers. If you wish to comment, you can do so on the Reddit page where a place to do so is provided.
How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? | Writing Fantasy Books | Character Creation
How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? | Writing Fantasy Books | Character Creation
Not sure if this helps, but I had a similar situation in a novel I wrote a few year back. Here's what I did with it. Maybe it'll give you some ideas what to do with yours?
The main character is an Elf, Quaraun. Weak, sickly little runt, not well liked by the other Elves basically because he's different. Left to his own, he'd probably be content to do nothing but grow roses, as that's what he likes to do. The other Elves think he's a girly sissy and beat him up, mostly to show off to each other and prove how great they are in front of girls.
(So basically, jocks bullying the nerd to show off to cheerleaders sort of situation; only with Elves in the 900s medieval times.)
The scene with the captured horses comes from Forest of No Return
On the other side of the world, there is an evil Faerie King - King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, who, as his title implies, eats Elves. He's a vicious warlord, with a horrific army of all Elf haters, and for the past few decades, they've just marches across the planet finding Elf villages and razing them, taking the Elves prisoner, torturing them to death, then eating them.
Most every race on the planet wants The Elf Eater and his army dead, as they don't just kill Elves, they kill every body in their path who comes between them and the next Elf village as well. They move like a mindless machine, just as you describe your character, killing every Elf they meet.
Well, King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn - is a Phooka (a type of Dark Trickster Faerie) (he was raised a Phooka; but is actually half Aswang as well - his father was a Phooka his mother an Aswang) Aswangs are vicious blood sucking almost demonic shapeshifting Faeries from South Asia, for some unknown reason all Aswangs are female and breed with Phookas, likewise all Phookas are male and breed with Aswangs - Faeries are strange in this way, that they are able to be born always male or always female.
Phookas delight in pretending to be sweet innocent injured ponies, then when someone stops to help them, they turn back to there little demonic pony true form, viciously stab the person to dead with their horn, trapple their entrails under their feet to feel the blood swishing through their toes, the eat the person, saving the skull which they skewer onto their horn and wear like a crown on their heads.
Most Phooka eat Humans, but a few prefer Elves and are known as The Elf Eaters. Being one of the many a types of horned Faerie horses, they are sometime referred to as "Evil Little Unicorns"
Little known fact... Gwallmaiic is 2,000 years old, is struggling with failing health, is going blind, and hasn't been heading up his army for the past few decades. He just gallops along with them now, his general (evil Necromancer Gibedon the Great) does the killing. No one but the general knows this. No one knows WHO Gwallmaiic is, what he looks like, him being a shapeshifter appearing different to everyone.
So the army is slowly marching North, and another army (Humans) is headed to cross paths and stop them. The new army catches The Elf Eaters off guard, sneaking up on them when they are stopped to camp for the night. 3/4s of Gwallmaiic's army is slaughtered and the few that survive are chained with Faerie iron that forces them all into their true form and takes away their ability to shapeshift. So the Human army has this herd of little Shetland Ponies that are not really horses, but they don't know which one Gwallmaiic is.
Back to Quaraun... the Elf has fled the bullies yet again, runs off to hide by the river. The Elf loves horses, they are his favorite animals, and what does he see? An army, with a herd of tiny ponies all being abused and beaten up. Soldiers are out there whipping the horses, and trying to get them to say which one Gwallmaaiic is, but the little ponies are saying nothing. The horses are cut and bleeding and whinnying in agony, but refusing to turn on their King.
The soldiers decide, "If they won't tell us which one he is, all we can do is kill them all."
The little Elf, he doesn't know these are not real horses. He doesn't know this is the Phookan army of the Elf Eater and that one of these seemingly innocent little ponies is the Elf Eater himself.
All Quaraun knows is there are a bunch of soldiers beating up the tiny, little horses with their legs in chains and unable to escape the whips.
Quaraun creeps up to the far side of the row of horses. The one closest to the river, farthest from the yelling soldiers, is trembling from lose of blood, trying not to collapse. It's an old, silver eyed, sway backed pony with thick matted fur that has never seen a brush, it's mane and tail matted into wooly ropes. The pony looks half starved, it's skin sticking to it's ribs. Blood is oozing from it wounds. The pony is gasped, struggling to breath, and looks to be dieing.
While the soldiers argue, Quaraun sneaks up to the old wounded pony and washes it's wounds with the river water, trying to stop the bleeding. Quaraun always has candy with him and feeds it to the pony, then begins trying to remove the chains on it's legs.
But then the Humans start killing the horses and the Elf is horrified at what he's seeing as the soldiers just go down the line mass slaughtering every horse in the group. Slicing their throats and stabbing their bellies with their swords.
Elves have magic psychic abilities, this one in particular more so then others, him being a wizard, and so Quaraun casts a spell that releases the ponies and kills the soldiers.
Now only a dozen or so of the horses are still alive, but they gallop off and run away, King Gwallmaiic among them. His army in vanquished and no longer able to reign terror. Most of them running separate ways.
The Elf goes back home, sad that the ponies have run away, and wishing that the one he'd been helping would have stayed with him.
The Phookas, now scattered to the wind, and the Elf Eater now alone, he realizes an Elf village must be near by so, takes the form of a half-Elf and follows Quaraun back to his village.
The Phooka follows Quaraun as Quaraun travels, following him for many years, finally catching up to him just outside of the Moon Elf village, in the Frozen Forest.
“You're King Gwallmaiic.”
“Aye. I is.”
“Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. Murderer of millions.”
“Ya knows who I be yet ya be no afeared of me. I likes that. I likes that a lot. Strange Elf ya is. Yis scared of so mony t'ings, yet ya does na run from me. Why is that, eh?”
“Why would I be scared of you? You're nothing but a Faerie.”
"No t'ing but a Faerie. Aye. King the Fae I is. Most feared creature on this planet, un ya has no fear of me. Why ya no fear me?"
Quaraun knew that he was facing the infamous black hearted King of the Faeries, himself, and were Quaraun any other Elf, he would have been trembling in fear, but Quaraun had a bad habit of being scared of things he had no reason to fear, and not fearing the things he should.
"You're a Faerie. Faeries are useless gutter trash. Scum of the Earth. Almost as bad as Demons. No one who knows anything about Faeries has any reason to fear them. They resort to illusions, pranks, and trickery. They can't hurt you if you don't eat their food."
"True. But then ya can ne'er be sure ya has no eaten Fae food."
The little Phooka walked slowly around the Elf as he spoke. As short as Quaraun was, the Phookan king was several inches shorter, barely coming up to the Elf's shoulders.
“I can rarely get this close to ya.”
“Implying you've been close to me before?”
“Mony times,” the Phooka breathed as he moved close to the Elf, stepping up on his toes and kissed Quaraun's ear. “Und so lovely ya be. This be closest I has ever been to ya. I has wanted to touch ya for so mony years. Ya has ne'er let me get this close before.”
“I've never seen you before.”
“Oh ya have. Ya just do'na knows it. I be shape shifter. I be anything. Anyone. I be mony. I try for years to get close to ya, but ya be skittish un run away, every time.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“If I were gonna kills ya, I would already has done it. I wants to fuck ya not kill ya. I is ever devoted follower. Pretty Pink JellFish, loveliest of all creatures. She went missing. To where no one knows. Rumour has it, she got implanted inside a Moon Elf. Pretty female goddess. Ruler of the galaxy. Imprisoned by the DiJinn. Escaped. Captured again. Now imprisoned inside the body of an Elf. I has done followed her for centuries. She went missing decades ago. I has mourned her loss ever since. Now I has found her again. She lives inside of yas. I worship the ground ya walks on. I always have. I always will. Before ya hads a body I could no touch. Now ya has a lovely body waiting to be fucked.”
"You think I'm the Sacred Pink JellyFish?"
"Aye. But I loves ya still the same. Pretty little Quaraun. Yis insane yarself. Quaraun the Insane. Is that not what they calls ya?""
Quaraun did not know why, but he felt no threat from the creature and so made no move to get away, as the little Faerie pressed it's warm body close against him. Though Quaraun was a very short Elf, the Faerie was even shorter than he was and stood on the Elf's feet, then rose up on his toes to be eye level with the Elf. The Phooka was pushing his hard erection between the Elf's legs and it was arousing Quaraun, much more then he wanted to admit. Gingerly, Quaraun put his hands on the Phooka's chest and pushed him back a few inches.
“How do you know me?”
“I has hunted ya for years. Could ne'er catch ya. Then one dae I were wounded un ya saved me life.”
“I do not remember that.”
“And also I will never forget it. Nor will I fail to remember how ya saved, rescued, un protected what were left remaining o me army. I has worshiped thee faithfully for centuries un ya saved me when I could nay be saved."
"You think I'm a god?"
"Aye. Though me army does not."
“Your army?” Quaraun looked around at the motley crew of various Dark Fae, Dark Elves, Blood Elves, and undead creatures, which were gathering to watch what their leader would do to the young Moon Elf. “I have never seen your army before.”
“Ya did. In the desert of the Di'Jinn. Ya saw us. Ya fed us. And the Di'Jinn unleashed their terror upon us, ya unleashed ya terror upon them. We be indebted to ya. We'd all be dead now, were not for ya.”
“I don't know what your talking about.”
“Ya's an Elf after me own 'eart. Some dae ya will remember what ya did for the wee little ponies un when ya does, I shall be waiting for ya. Come Gibedon, we leave.”
The very old pony that Quaraun had helped, was Gwallmaiic who truly was old, going blind, and crippled. He had been slowly distancing himself from his army, letting his general take over. Gwallmaiic would not have run with the army much longer, even had they not been captured. He was too old and the others would have abandoned him and left him behind the moment he fell to the way side.
Gwallmaiic was curious to find out why the little Elf had helped him. But after meeting up with the Elf outside his village, appearing now in a Human form, Gwallmaiic realized the Elf did not recognize him as having been the pony.
Once a few Elves have eaten the candy, they are passing it out to other Elves and soon no one is noticing that every week 1 or 2 Elves are going missing. That they head to the gingerbread house to buy candy and never come back out.
Quaraun, being a wizard, can see through the Faerie's illusion and sees the gingerbread house for what it really is, but none of the other Elves believe him when he tells them, and the Phooka just laughs at Quaraun's attempts to warn the others a Phooka is in their village.
Though Quaraun continued to argue with her, Bealuna was finally able to drag the Moon Elf out of his tower and into the village. A few minutes later Quaraun found himself on the other side of the village, on the outskirts of the Frozen Forest, standing in front of a house made of gingerbread. A front path made of chocolate pebbles and trees and bushes made of lollipops and cotton candy.
"It's not real," Quaraun said the BeaLuna.
“What do you mean it's not real?”
“It's not real.”
"No? Looks real. Tastes real too."
"Yeah, most everybody in the village has taken a bite out of his house. I did too."
"It's made out of gingerbread."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"It's not it's... it's ghastly... it's horrible... it's made out of..."
"It's gingerbread. It's meant to be eaten. What else do you do with a gingerbread house?"
"Do you see a gingerbread house?"
"Yes, don't you?"
"I... no... It's not..."
Quaraun was very disturbed by what he saw verses what BeaLuna and the rest of the village saw. While the others saw a gingerbread house, Quaraun saw the ruined remains of an ancient castle, long ago destroyed, and built out of bones. Piles of crumbling grey stones, were littered around the edges. All around the house, where BeaLuna and the others saw trees dripping with lollipops, Quaraun saw monstrous dead oak trees, heavy laden with poison apricots, and dripping with blood. The trees were not trees, but Fae beasts with red eyes and sharp fangs. All around the ruins, grew dead roses and bramble vines, thick with thorns, also oozing blood.
The chocolate stones were the heads and skulls of hundreds of dead Elves, their eyes gouged out. Every bit of the house dripped in fresh blood. The bone structure was lashed together with entrails.
A purplish black miasma mist hovered like a dense fog all around the evil place. Quaraun knew immediately that the mist was toxic and had drugged the others. Powerful dark magic was controlling this strange place that had appeared at the edge of their village. He looked back into the village. The mist was wafting low along the streets, drifting into shops and houses. Everyone was infected.
"He's not a candy maker, he's Necromancer," Quaraun muttered under his breath as he reached out to touch one of the bloody apricots. "Apricots don't grow on oak trees... or bleed Elf blood."
Quaraun quickly withdrew his hand from the apricot. It was cold. Colder then cold. The icy void of death wafted from it.
"It's a Lich's frost."
BeaLuna was still yapping happily on about gingerbread and candy. Several young Elflings from the village were gathered around the gingerbread house, breaking pieces off of it and eating it. Quaraun felt sick. He could see the reality behind the illusion. He knew that what they were eaten, was not gingerbread, and he knew that powerful dark magic was entrancing the villagers.
"Faeries," Quaraun whispered to himself.
"What?" BeaLuna asked.
"Here!" Quaraun pointed to the horrific bloody building, but all BeaLuna saw was gingerbread. Like the others, she too had already eaten a piece of the house and was caught up in the spell.
"It's an illusion. You're all drugged by Fae food."
"You're talking crazy again Quaraun.”
“Think about it. It's a gingerbread house. It's impossible. You can't build a real house out of gingerbread."
"Quaraun, I hate to disagree with you, but there it is. Big as life. A real live gingerbread house. Here, try some of it?"
"Why are you eating it?"
"When did it get here?"
"A few weeks ago. It just showed up one night. Kind of just fell out of the sky and landed here. Not long after you arrived actually. In fact, the next day I think."
"And you don't think that's strange? Houses don't fall out of the sky."
"We did at first, but I don't know. It kind of grows on you."
"But it's not real."
"No? Me house is no real, eh? Pray do tell just how me dwelling absolutely no is real," asked a heavily accented Scottish voice behind him. "How does one tell iffy house be real or even no, eh?"
"I'm a wizard," Quaraun said, not looking to see who had spoken. He was too busy staring at the house and trying to determine what type of Faeries could be causing such a strong spell that it had over taken everyone in the village. "I can see through illusions."
"No mony wizards be able to see that which can absolutely no be seen."
"I have the gift of Faerie Sight... that's not a real gingerbread house it's a Faerie glimm..."
"Yis be the Moon Elf's wizard, eh?"
"Yes," Quaraun continued staring at the house. "I'm the only wizard around here. Wizardry is illegal in these parts. If you're not a Guild member they'll hang you or behead you or both. Terribly regulated. My father's the younger brother of the king, it's the only reason they allow it with me. It's the only thing I'm good at."
"Ya like me house?"
"There is no house, it's nothing but..."
Quaraun turned to see a strange looking half-Elf standing incredibly uncomfortably close to him. Had the creature been a little taller, they would have hit noses. The incredible closeness with which the creature had come to him, without his realizing he was there, caught Quaraun off guard. No one was able to get close to him. He picked up on anyone entering his personal space, before they could get within several feet of him.
A feeling of dread ran through Quaraun, as he realized, only an extremely powerful wizard could have broken through his barrier undetected like this. Quaraun took several steps back. He stared at the little creature, trying to see through it's glimmer spell, but the magic around the creature was too strong, and Quaraun saw partly what the creature wanted him to see and partly what he really was.
What Quaraun saw looked like a pure white albino Moon Elf, with massive frizzy clouds of snow white afro dreadlocks, small thin black almond shaped eyes with no colour and no whites, several dozen rows of long pointy piranha-like fangs protruding over his lips, and fearsome razor sharp gleaming black eagle talons 4 inches long on the tip of every finger. He was dressed in a long chocolate brown velvet cassock with tiny red buttons resembling red hot candies, down the front, and white piped trim around the edges. He looked like a tiny snow monster wearing a gingerbread man costume.
"It's worse then Faeries, Hags, and Liches combine," Quaraun muttered to himself. "It's a Phooka."
"I be worse then Fae? What be?" BoomFuzzy asked.
"You're a trickster. I can sense it. I know you."
"If wishes were horses we'd'll ride unicorns."
"Ye wished for a horny horse."
"No I didn't."
"Aye, ya actually did. For ya is a DiJinn un right here I be."
“I did not wish for you.”
“Yis a Di'Jinn. Granting wishes be exactly what ya do.”
"When did I wish for you?"
"Not more then an hour ago. Ye wished for someone to seize yar wee little problem away."
"Did you make a wish, Quaraun?" BeaLuna asked.
"You're a Di'Jinn, you know better then to go around wishing for stuff. You make wishes happen, but with consequences."
Quaraun ignored the Gnome and addressed the candy making Necromancer.
"I didn't wish for you or that grisly pile of rotted flesh, muscles, and bones."
"Pile of bones. My, my. Exactly how is ya be seeing that?"
"The gingerbread house is not real. It's a pile of bones. A hut made of dead Elves. You're an Elf eating Phooka and I didn't wish for you."
"A wish once granted can'na be undoed," BoomFuzzy warned.
"I didn't wish for you."
"Quaraun, what did you wish for exactly?" BeaLuna asked.
"Among various other t'ings him did wish for ye to close shut ya wee lil trap."
"Does ya remember what exactly ye wished for, me wee little Elf?"
Quaraun, stood very silent. He couldn't remember what he had said.
"What ye precise exact words and phrases were? How ye worded ye wish, that ye now finds yeself granted with?"
Quaraun sighed and shook his head. He remembered what he'd wished for and he knew immediately who this was, but he didn't want to admit it.
"Ah, ya remembers, eh?"
"What?" BeaLuna looked back and forth between Quaraun and the grinning candy maker.
"The soldiers were saying this morning, the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley was seen in the area. I wished he would come here and eat my father and everyone who hurt me."
No longer able to mass slaughter Elf villages without his army, the Elf Eater has changed tactics but is still eating Elves.
On multiple occasions he witnesses the Elves making sport of bullying the little Elf whom had rescued him. He thinks nothing of it at fist, but begins to realize why the Elf had been alone that day, and begins to feel pity for the Elf, remembering his own childhood.
Phookas and Aswang are not known for their skills as parents. Children are often seen as competition for food and may be killed by parents or older siblings. As a child Gwallmaiic had fallen ill. The clan moved with the weather, and with winter coming on, they packed up and moved to warmer climate. The young Phooka had had trouble keeping up. Slowly he fell behind his family, but was still in the caravan, but soon he fell to the end, and before long was trailing far behind, desperately trying to catch up to his tribe, begging for on of the adults to help him. Burning up with fever, the young boy collapsed from exhaustion and when he woke up, he was still lying in the road and the tribe was gone. They'd left him behind, because he had not been strong enough to keep up.
Gwallmaiic was only a small child, 5 or 6 years old. Still very sick, and now terrified and on his own, the young boy followed the road for days hoping to be reunited with his clan, but they were gone. For weeks he wandered aimlessly, not knowing where they had gone, and finally winter arrived, with it's frigid sub zero winds and endless blizzards. The snow was waist deep and the boy could travel no more. Lost, cold, and alone, the abandoned child somehow survived the winter, but the experience made him mean, angry, bitter. Had his family not abandoned him, he likely would not have grown up to become the tyrant warlord who slaughtered all the Kings in the Realm of Fae and crowned himself King of Fae.
As he watched the other Elves beating up the little Elf, anger burned in his heart, for he remembered how his own tribe had treated him, and thus he identified with the little abused Elf and began to feel pity for him.
One day a blizzard hits the village hard, and Quaraun is chased out into it by the bullies. He stumbles around lost until he finds the gingerbread house and goes inside to wait out the storm. The Elf Eater, now using the name BoomFuzzy, has just killed an Elf so no reason to kill another, and recognizes this as the Elf that had saved his life, so spends the night talking with the Elf and realizes the Elf is sad, lonely, and has no friends. He starts thinking "I know the feeling, I'm alone now too." He ends up inviting the Elf to sleep in his bed to keep warm, as the blizzard is frigid cold.
"Look at dat lack of a sunrise!" BoomFuzzy exclaimed as he looked out the window.
"What are you so cheerful about?" BeaLuna asked.
"I spent de night cumming on me favourite Elf."
"I didn't want to know that."
"Ya dragon sack of twinkies dragging me kiwis across yar face!"
"Why do you talk like that?"
"We should be two hours into daylight un it is as black as midnight out dere. I loves me blizzards!"
"You love blizzards? Are you crazy?"
"Aye, I is, I fucking out ta me gourd, but dat beside de point. I ai'na doing dis one. Dat be real snow un ya really trapped wid me now. Dis really be me favourite weader - I do'na live where I live for nay liking snow, ya knows! Haha! I used to live wid Christmas Elves."
BeaLuna turned to Quaraun and said: "He's crazy."
"He's absolutely off his rocker."
"That's why I like him, BeaLuna."
BoomFuzzy ran for the front door, opened it and stood staring up at the sky.
"It be right on top of us," cried BoomFuzzy as he watched the snowflakes blowing outside. "We be stuck in here for de duration, now. Listen to de trees! I wish I could see it. Not crazy enough to step out into de forest un look - de winds."
BoomFuzzy closed the door.
"I should nay has opened door, now I be fucking freezin' cold."
"Yes," agreed BeaLuna. "And of course - living in an gingerbread house, on the bottom of a mountain, in a storm like this - you really got hope these winds don't lift the whole "house" off the ground. In case you hadn't noticed, the walls are shaking like there's a mob out there tearing your candy frosting off. Is it safe to be in this thing during a storm like this?"
"Well, no turning back now," said BoomFuzzy as he turned back to the room. "Ya try to leave to get to some ot'er shelter, ya will freeze to death before ya get a foot away from de front door. Like it or no, we is stuck in here for de duration, now."
"I can't believe I'm trapped in freaking gingerbread house, with two crazy Elves, during the biggest blizzard to hit us in 50 years."
"Well, at least ya will nay starve to death. Plenty of house to eet."
"You're crazy, BoomFuzzy. Who lives in an edible house?"
And that therefore brings us to the worst possible crime that could be committed in Moon Elf society: Sexual Relations with non-Elves. Or even to have sex with an Elf that is any race of Elf other then a Moon Elf.
The Moon Elves believe (without proof or evidence) that they are the purest, most god-like, of any being in all creation, by virtue of their being the whitest skinned, whitest haired species or race known to exist. They are a race of Elves made up entirely of albinos. While every one knows the High Elves are known for being a little odd and are prone to delusional arrogant self images of grandeur, the Moon Elves in particular, take this to levels that go beyond insanity. The most fanatical extremists of all the aristocratic High Elves, Moon Elves glorify their whiter then white pure whiteness taking their white Elf pure blooded superiority to levels of the utmost extreme, to the point that they kill at birth all none albino babies, and then turn on the mother accusing her of having bedded with a non-Moon Elf. If a Moon Elf toddler starts acting emotional or not Elf-like, the father will kill the child, claiming it was a Faerie Changeling, then kill the mother claiming she was an adulteress who bedded with a Faerie.
The actual crime was not "adultery" but rather "muddying the blood" or taking a risk at creating a half-Elf. Moon Elves claim to have the purest, most direct bloodline to god, and to defile the purity of their divine blood is the worst sin that can be committed.
In the case of Quaraun, he was caught in bed with a what they thought was a half-Elf/half-Faerie. Even though the Fae was a male and no chance of creating a half-Elf from two males bedding together, this did not matter. All that mattered was Quaraun was a Moon Elf and the person in his bed with him was not, the non-Elf's gender was not taken into consideration. Also not taken into consideration was the time, place, or conditions... it was a blizzard, the two had become trapped in a storm, they had slept huddled together to keep warm through the storm. They had not had sex and were just sleeping together because it was a very cold winter night. But there was no explaining this to an angry mob, because one was a Moon Elf and the other a Faerie and that was the only thing anyone saw.
The Faerie escaped the mob, and fled to the forest, not realizing what was about to be done to the Elf else he would have stayed to prevent it, but he was unfamiliar with Moon Elf ways. Quaraun was dragged out of bed, stripped naked, dragged through the street by horse, taken to a tree at the center of the village, hung upside down by his ankles, and left there for 5 days while the villagers threw rocks at him, hit him, beat him with sticks, cut him with knives, etc. His own father took a knife and mutilated his genitals leaving him nearly castrated, then sliced his belly open pulling his entrails out of him. When it became obvious Quaraun was near death, they took him down, dragged him out into the forest, near where an Elf Eating Phooka had been sighted, and used him as bait in a trap to try to catch the beast.
Unknown to the Moon Elves is what type of Fae it had been, that they had found in bed with Quaraun. What they saw was a little old man, a tiny half Elf half Faerie, whom they likely assumed to be a Leprechaun or FarDarrig. That they were setting up a Phooka trap, nearly at the front door of the old candy maker's gingerbread house, was completely overlooked by them.
Quaraun survived as the Faerie returned, emerging from his gingerbread house to see what it was the Elves were doing in his front yard... the mob by that point (it had been 5 days) was calmed down quite a bit and only a few of them were still at it. When the old crippled little Half-Elf toddled out of his gingerbread house, limping along on a seemingly lame leg, looking like harmless Phooka bait himself, he asked the Moon Elves what they were doing, they explained to him "We're catching a Phooka, go back to your candy shop, we'll deal with you later."
To which the tiny old man replied "What if the Phooka you seek loves the Elf you've used for bait and is unhappy with how you've treated his lover?"
The Elves started laughing, but the old man, being a shapeshifter, melted away to reveal he was in fact King Gwallmaiic, the demonic black Unicorn they were trying to catch, King of the Faeries and the Elf Eater himself. Before the Elves had time to react, the Elf Eating Phooka slaughtered the Elves in the mob, turned into a giant fire breathing Friesian stallion and trampled them under his hooves, then eat them and galloped off laughing hysterically with their heads skewered on his horn.
Never trust a Unicorn - their innocence is a facade.
Or little old men with gingerbread houses - as no one who was not evil, ever lived in a gingerbread house.
(This scene comes from the novel titled "BoomFuzzy" btw.)
Quaraun would have died from his injuries that day, but the Faerie King used Fae magic to put the wounded Elf in a RipVanWinkle-coma-like sleep which lasted for several months, while he tended to the Elf's wounds. As it turned out, the Faerie King was not as evil as rumours said he was and the Phooka had great compassion for any wounded beast he encountered, and even though he normally ate Elves, was appalled by the way the Elf had been treated by his own kin.
The Faerie King, seeing that the poor Elf would never be able to return to Elf society, and realizing that it was his fault this had happened to the Elf, and remembering that this was the same Elf that had saved his life, kept the now insane Elf as his pet/lover, thus the accusation that had been false, became true after the fact.
BeaLuna had always been meet with disdain by the haughty Moon Elves, but never like this before. Something was wrong and she knew it. She feared it. She never felt fear walking through the streets of the Moon Elf village before, but now she did.
At the palace, things were not any better. Few Elves acknowledged her existence, most acting as though she were not there. Any friend of Quaraun's was not welcomed in the village right now, any his Fae friends even less so.
BeaLuna felt uneasy and puzzled as she made her way through the Moon Elf village to the palace.
"Quaraun is not here," the king told the Gnome when she inquired to his whereabouts.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. And I don't think any one around here really cares."
"What happened? Why is everyone acting so... strange?"
"We have laws, BeaLuna and Quaraun has been breaking a lot of them. I like Quaraun. I always have and I indulged him, allowed him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Personally, I don't really care about many of the ancient laws, nor do I enforce them. However, my brother does and most of the village supports my brother's way of thinking, not mine. They decided that Quaraun had broken too many of the ancient laws and it was high time someone taught him a lesson and made an example of him to prevent others from following in his footsteps, so they took the law into their own hands."
"What do you mean? What did they do?"
"Public execution., by long and slow torture."
"Execution? Is he dead?"
"He was still alive last time I saw him. In a pitiful state, badly injured. They stoned him, beat him, tortured him, castrated him, I'm told the old candy maker broke it up, killed several of the villagers, and took Quaraun with him. Poor Quaraun. I'm not even sure he's still alive. I can no longer feel his bond to the village. Whatever bond he had to the community is gone. There is no more psychic connection between him and us, which means either he's dead, or his mind and soul are seriously broken. I tried to stop them, but a king has no power against an angry mob. When I last saw my nephew, he was in very bad shape, bones broken, flesh mutilated, skin ripped off, gaping wounds ripped through his body. If he lives, I doubt he'll ever fully recover. Poor thing. He would have made a good king. He was just and fair with everyone, didn't judge people by their race or social standing, he had a chance to go free and let someone else take his place, but he would not allow an innocent to take his punishment for him, we needed a king like him. If he does live and I die and he takes my throne, the people will never listen to him now. The kingdom will fall into anarchy upon my death."
"If Quaraun's with BoomFuzzy, did BoomFuzzy leave the village?"
"Not as far as I know."
"You said, you didn't..."
"BoomFuzzy has put a curse on the village."
"Has anyone gone to the gingerbread house to find out if they're there?"
The king gave a small nervous smile, one that suggested great fear.
"BoomFuzzy is a Phooka. An Elf Eater from Pepper Valley and a Necromancer. Likely King Gwallmaiic himself."
"Quaraun has actually said that to me on multiple occasions, but that doesn't answer my question."
"Whatever spell BoomFuzzy put on the villagers when he arrived, is broken, or changed."
"It's not a gingerbread house that sits at the edge of the forest any more."
BoomFuzzy shut down the candy store and spent his days trying to calm the increasingly erratic and deeply traumatized Elf. A vast barrier went up around the gingerbread house and try as they did, no one could get near BoomFuzzy's yard, as monstrous sharp fanged plants, sprouting bloodthirsty blossoms grew around the yard, snapping up and swallowing whole any Elf that got within reach.
The house itself came alive, no longer a gingerbread house, but now a vast flesh eating, grey stone mansion, it's windows glowing red eyes, it's door snarling, snapping jaws, it's bleeding walls crumbling and flattening any Elf foolish enough to get close. Tall towering pine trees uprooted themselves and thundered around the edge of the forest, stepping on and crushing like ants, any Elf they saw.
The Moon Elves shrunk back from the Frozen Forest in terror as they realized the horrifying truth, that a Phooka had taken up residence in their midsts and the only reason he was not killing every one of them because he was too busy taking care of the dying Di'Jinn wizard.
BoomFuzzy took care of the wounded Elf, remembering that no one had been their for him, when his tribe abandoned him and left him to die. He could not bear the thought of seeing someone else suffer as he had done, alone, abandoned, unloved, unwanted, cast out, and left behind. He identified with the poor wounded Elf, knowing the mental anguish of having no one care if he lived or died.
Gwallmaiic had not intended on keeping the Elf, but when Quaraun woke up deranged, terrified, and clearly with far more then just his body broken, but his mind and soul broken as well, the old Phooka could not bear to leave the Elf alone, knowing he'd not survive. Gwallmaiic had survived on his own, because he'd been raised by vicious fighters. He had known how to survive. But Quaraun was a weak little Elf who'd never done anything but grow roses and eat candy and now he was too terrified to do even that.
Since then Quaraun became afraid to sleep, going days on end refusing to sleep and sleeping only when he finally collapses from exhaustion. At which point his Phookan lover watches over him and protects him. Quaraun suffers from serious PTSD, and though he is himself an Elf, he now has a phobia of Elves and avoids contact with them, becoming a wandering vagabond wizard, living on the run, always fearing another mob is just around the corner waiting to kill him. He was deeply traumatized. He walks a dozen or more miles every day, obsessively unable to stop walking, for fear if he does, he'll be attacked again. The Phooka never leaves his side, going with him wherever he travels.
Most Elves do not survive an ordeal like this. Quaraun is one of the few known, to have not been killed by this method. Many said, that due to his mental state after, it would have been better had he not lived through the punishment, as his quality of life had been reduced to his being terrified to be alive and always running from shadows, frightened out of his mind of every sight and sound that passes near him.
"I had infection," Unicorn said to GhoulSpawn. "I dead now."
"Is that how you died?" GhoulSpawn asked the Phooka.
"Aye. Knife wound in belly. Took infection. Pain was unbearable. Grew worse every day. There was no cure. Killed meself to stop the pain. Did no recon on crazy lil Elf resurrecting me."
"He loves you."
"Aye. I know he does. I does na know why. I is evil."
"Does love need a reason? He saw something in you no one else did. I don't think you're evil Unicorn. I don't think you ever were. I think you were hurt. You felt unloved. You reacted badly to that. Finding out someone loved you, changed you. He's been good for you. You've changed just since I've know you two."
"I know. Him ain't good for much, but him good for that. I is evil. Him love me any ways. Never understood that."
"You're not evil, Unicorn."
"I has murdered millions."
"In life. Centuries ago. But you don't any more. You take care of sick little Elf now. You know not a lot of people would do that. Most people would just leave him to die."
"Not a lot of people could put up with hims annoying whinny, bitchiness."
"There's that too."
"Yis a very a non-judgmental person, eh?"
"I'm a half-Elf. And half-Demon. I got judged a lot. I learned not to judge others. It hurts to be judged. I try not to cause that pain in others. Unicorn... you need to careful with him. You're rough with him. He's not in good health, even when he's not complaining."
"Is ya our GhoulSpawn?"
"Yes. I'm your GhoulSpawn. Except I'm not actually from here, remember? I'm not from your dimension at all. And the 1980s is where I should be, not back here in the 1400s with you. My mother was from here. But my father was interdimemsional demon. But I've been back and forth in time now. I've seen him in other times. Future times. Past times. He's frailer then he wants people to know. Hysterical, annoying, whinny, and bitchy, but...that's kind of because he's scared of everything. He's not as a crazy as he acts. Being loud and overly crazy seems to get people to back off and that's what he wants. He wants people to back off. He doesn't like people calling him insane, but at the same time, the crazier people think he is, the less they bother him, so he tends to act crazier on purpose. I started realizing that, when I realized he acts very different in public then he does when he's alone with just his family. He hasn't got much strength to defend himself with and he really doesn't like using magic. He avoids it usually. He's frail and weak and he scared of being hurt. That's why he acts like this. Of course, at the same time he is crazy. He's just not as crazy as most people think he is. Not yet."
"I've seen a future, where he... I'm not sure what happened to him. But he's ... not quite himself any more. I don't know how far into the future it is. But he gets hurt. Really bad. It changes him. Makes him mean. Scared and mean as a defensive measure. He's no longer hysterical yelling to keep people back. He gets violent. Starts hurting people. Not out of hate, but out of fear. I don't know what happened, but he was really scared. Too scared. Protect him. Don't let him get that scared."
"Him can get so hysterical."
"I've seen that."
"Nah, ya has not. Ya has no idea how bad he can get. Ya does nay live with us. Ya sees him here un there. Not all the time."
"I've seen him enough that I could imagine how much worse he gets."
"I am with him all day. No break. I need a holiday from him once in a while."
"Overwhelmed? Aye. Him a handful. I does no understand how one lil Elf can be so hard to take care of. I never took care of no one before. Taking care of him is like taken care of whole army, if every solider was high on drugs un running around crazy all at once."
"Don't you keep him on drugs?"
"Is that not making it worse?"
"Oh no. Makes it better. Drugs I give him, calm him. Opium mellows him out. It only time I get to rest. Him keyed up now on account of, we ain't got no opium, so him being himself now. No more mellowed out hysterics. Just plan old over the top hysterics."
"Is he that much of a handful?"
"Aye. I just wish he would stop walking. He will no stop. He walk for days on end without sleep. Walk until he collapses. All me life I never encountered any one like him."
So, yeah, that's how I took a cold blooded killer who hates Elves and turned him into a relatable character who took on an Elf as his lover.
Not sure if you could do something like that for your characters or not.
The evil/mean/hateful one gets injured/hurt/captured and the one he hates rescues him, them later he sees his rescuer hurt and returns the favour resulting in their getting talking and getting to know each other and start to identify with each other realizing they've both suffered losses, and so a friendship forms out of that.
What you have done with your character is shown them as evil, vengeful, pitiless, and not worthy of your readers compassion. This is what it takes to be a villain. Your character must be so revolting that no one, not even you readers, could ever love her.
However, that is only one side of her. Now that you've convinced your readers, she's a worthless, cold hearted piece of shit that your readers can't wait to see slaughtered by the hero...
... all of a sudden you make something really bad happen to the big bad meanie. The readers is cheering you on: "Yes! The bitch is gonna get what's coming to her! Kill the fucking, murderous bitch!"
And then you pull a fast one on your readers and get inside the evil bitch queen's head, and show the reader what she's feeling... her confusion and fear... suddenly they see she's not the big bad bitch they thought she was. She's nothing but a frightened little girl. Well, now you are pulling on their heart strings, because they know she's the evil bitch but they can't help but feel sorry for her. She's thinking about all the horrible things that happened. The reader is crying along with her now. Remembering the horror of her family dying. Now they start the feel pity for her, realizing she's been through hell. No more are they cheering her defeat, now they start cheering her triumph, going: "I know what it's like! I've been there too. Go get 'em!"
At the same time, your hero comes in and sees this side as well. He sees her not as a monster but as someone who he can identify with. Now that she's been cut down, he can see her as a comrade, as someone not quite as over the top big bad evil as he at first had seen her to be. He starts to care about her, and takes this opportunity, while she's down, to help her.
At first she just takes her chance and leaves, but as the days go by, she's thinking about the boy who helped her and wondering: "Why? Why did he do it? Why would someone like him, help someone like me? Maybe the Humans all bad after all. Maybe he's different. I can't stand this. I have to know. Why did he help me. I gotta go back. I gotta find him. I have to know why he didn't kill me like the rest of those shit head bastard Humans would have done."
Now she goes back and, what does she find? His own people have turned on him, now it's her turn to help him and repay the favour. She helps him, they both escape. Now what? They get to talking, get to know each other, realize that each is not as bad as the other had at first thought. Love blossoms. And your Human hater now finds herself in love with a Human.
Well, that's what I did with the story of BoomFuzzy to bring an Elf hater into a romance with an Elf. Not sure how that set up would work in your story, but it's one way to go with it at least.
Good luck with it.
Where to find more info Elf culture, Elf society, Elf ethics, and the Elven way of life:
I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.
The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.
Phrases he yells from the truck include:
"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"
"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"
if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"
He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"
My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.
After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw
This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.
As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.
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