Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City (first draft; inspired by PortCon 2023 Pillars of Worldbuilding panel)

Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City (first draft; inspired by PortCon 2023 Pillars of Worldbuilding panel)

Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City (first draft; inspired by PortCon 2023 Pillars of Worldbuilding panel)

Notes I wrote down during the panel:

Title: Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City

Genre: Flintlock Fantasy

Location of the city: A giant turtle swimming in the ocean; the city is built up on it's back. The city is believed to be a myth. No one believes a turtle this big exists. It has just been sighted off the coast. GhoulSpawn can see it from the telescope at the top of the lighthouse. in addition to the pirates who live there, merfolk also live on the turtle swimming along side the turtle during the day and sleeping in the moss on it's back at night; herds of regular normal sized sea turtles swim along side the giant turtle

Cimite: raining and humid, very muggy

Primary food the Turtle City folk eat: octopus; turtle soup made without turtle meat - it is actually a seaweed soup but it is served in ancient ritually carved turtle shells; corn fish (a thing in the Quaraun series - they are zombie ears of corn that mutated into fish like creatures); seagull eggs; living plants that walk around the island at night attacking people

Economy: isolated island that rarely has contact with the rest of the world; trade is difficult but happens; Quaraun being a silk merchant would likely set up trade routs with them; Quaraun would sell them silk, blown glass bottles, and BoomFuzzy's food; because they are so isolated the turtle island people are pirates, they raid any islands or coastal villages or ships their turtle island swims past; the people of the island are turtle worshiping religious fanatics and raid turtle artifacts from other islands

Government: theocracy that worships the giant turtle - a great prophet claims to speak to the turtle, claims it speaks to him (the turtle does not speak, and the prophet is a scam artist); only the best (richest) pirates are allowed to speak to the prophet; an elected pirate counsel makes the laws... the best thief always is selected as this season's leader; the pirates try to become better thieves between elections, and whomever is voted the best thief becomes the leader for the next quarter;

Religion: Turtle cult lead by derange con artist fanatic prophet; at the center of the turtle shell is a temple, inside of which is the last giant turtle egg; the cultists worship and protect the egg waiting for it to hatch and give them a new turtle, so they can grow it to a new island and be saved from sinking

Problem: the island has started to sink (most likely the population and it's buildings and trees are getting too heavy for the turtle); Every time the turtle falls asleep, it sinks quite far below the water, flooding the island city on it's shell; the people play load reggae music to try to keep the turtle awake

Solution: the pirates have been building "iron clad" turtle clad ships from the forest growing on the turtle's back, and armored with the turtles scales; they have been sailing those along side the turtle to get the weight off it so it will stop sinking; they do not have a source for cloth and need cloth for sails on their ships

Quaraun being a silk weaver can make them pink Thullid silk sails for their ships.

Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City (first draft; inspired by PortCon 2023 Pillars of Worldbuilding panel)

In the realm of Noodle Beach, where mystical wonders intertwined with everyday life, a tale unfolded like no other. It began with a sighting—a legendary giant turtle, rumored to carry a city upon its back, navigating the vast ocean depths. The notion of such a colossal creature seemed fantastical, dismissed as nothing more than a myth by the skeptical masses. But GhoulSpawn, perched atop the lighthouse, his keen eye trained through the telescope, caught a glimpse of the unimaginable—a city adorning the shell of the wandering turtle.

News of the Wandering Turtle City spread through Silent Moor, a land drenched in rain and humidity, shrouded in mystery and intrigue. The turtle's journey coincided with strange occurrences—an abundance of octopus, eerie walking plants, and the bizarre corn fish, remnants of an arcane experiment gone awry. Merfolk accompanied the giant turtle during the day, gracefully swimming alongside it, only to rest upon the moss-covered shell at night. The ocean teemed with life, both extraordinary and mundane.

Economically isolated, the denizens of Turtle City relied on their own resourcefulness. Trade routes were rare and treacherous, but Quaraun, a skilled silk merchant, recognized an opportunity to establish connections with this enigmatic civilization. He envisioned a thriving exchange of goods—his exquisite silk, delicate blown glass bottles, and the delectable creations from BoomFuzzy's food truck. The isolated nature of the Turtle City had nurtured a society of pirates, raiding coastal villages, islands, and passing ships. They claimed turtle artifacts, which they fervently believed were sacred, their obsession with the giant turtle spiraling into a religion, a theocracy.

This theocracy was led by a deranged con artist who posed as a prophet, asserting a direct line of communication with the great turtle. The prophet, a scam artist in reality, manipulated the faith of the masses, proclaiming the imminent birth of a new turtle from the sacred egg housed within the central temple. It was said that this turtle would bring salvation, lifting the sinking island from the depths. A pirate council, elected through a contest of thievery, governed the city's affairs. The leader for each quarter was chosen based on their exceptional thieving skills, ensuring their proficiency in acquiring resources for the survival of the city.

Yet, the paradise built upon the turtle's back faced a dire threat—the island was sinking. Each time the turtle slumbered, it descended deeper into the depths, causing the island city to flood. Desperate to avert catastrophe, the resourceful pirates fashioned ironclad ships from the forest that thrived on the turtle's shell. These ships, armed with the turtle's scales and powered by the pirates' indomitable spirit, sailed alongside the giant creature, alleviating its burden.

However, a crucial element was missing—the sails. The pirates lacked the necessary cloth to propel their ironclads, leaving them adrift in their quest to save their beloved city. This is where Quaraun's expertise came into play. As a skilled silk weaver, he possessed the ability to create sails that could withstand the ocean's tumultuous winds. The pirates turned to him, their hopes riding on the ethereal beauty of pink Thullid silk, woven with precision and imbued with the strength to carry their dreams.

Quaraun, intrigued by the challenge and moved by the plight of the Turtle City, readily accepted the task. He embarked on a perilous journey, accompanied by his steadfast companions, BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn. Together, they navigated treacherous waters, braving the unknown, and facing mythical sea creatures that lurked beneath the surface. With unwavering determination, they unraveled the secrets of the deep, working tirelessly to fulfill their mission.

Throughout their odyssey, the bonds of friendship tightened, their spirits unwavering in the face of adversity. The pastel hues of the Thullid silk unfurled proudly, catching the wind's embrace. The ironclad ships surged forward, guided by the unity of purpose and the shared belief that even the most extraordinary wonders could be safeguarded through acts of camaraderie.

And so, dear reader, in the enchanting chronicle of Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City, we bear witness to the power of unity, resourcefulness, and the unwavering determination to protect the extraordinary. As their sails billow in the wind, propelling them toward their shared destiny, their tale becomes etched in the annals of Noodle Beach—a testament to the indomitable spirit that resides within the hearts of those who dare to dream.

First Draft ~ June 29, 2023

End Notes: June 29, 2023

This is just the rough first draft.

It will be expanded longer, into a full novella or novel over the next few weeks, and will appear on Amazon and/or on GumRoad once completed.

Meet The Characters:

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Meet The Characters: Quaraun
aka The Pink Necromancer

You can find out more about Quaraun HERE.

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Meet The Characters: BoomFuzzy

You can find out more about BoomFuzzy HERE.

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BoomFuzzy in his Unicorn Form:

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Meet The Characters: GhoulSpawn
-his 65 year old "Young sheep Demon" form:

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn HERE.

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Some additional thoughts on the FBI Murder Investigation of 144 & 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine:

How many murders are caused by cancel culture, have you ever wondered?
I have — because my son murdered by cancel culture, so I wonder this a lot.

I have never been able to wrap my mind around cancel culture. It has baffled me ever since I first discovered it, when the “God hates fags” group showed up in my yard to start a bonfire on my lawn and burn my books (I’m an author, 138 novels published since 1978) and I later found out the group had spent weeks on social media planning the event and gathering followers, because one minister got it into his head I was gay (I’m not) and write gay erotica (I don’t), and used gay hatred and white power rants (I’m not white, it’s the only thing they did get right) rants on Twitter to incite canceling of my supposedly gay erotica books (that were neither gay nor erotic) and get a mob to show up in my yard.

A week later a bomb blew up my house, I had to rebuild, a week to finishing rebuilding a backhoe drove over my house, 2 months (November 14, 2013) later a crazed woman with a golf club showed up at my college class shattered my spine and bashed my 8 month infant sons head in while screaming “transvestite freak” and claiming I (a cis female) was a “man in a dress”.

Because of Twitter’s cancel culture I homeless, now 11 years, I am crippled paralyzed unable to walk, now 11 years, and my son is dead and the FBI investigation of his murder is still going on these 11 years later, and the killer still walks free and unidentified, and the primary reason for being unidentified is there are over 30k people online who spread these false accusations of gay erotica and transgender about me and the FBI has to investigate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, yes, ALL of them, yes, if you’ve ever posted hate about me online you ARE being investigated for your potential involvement in my son’s murder, and in 11 years, they’ve only made it a quarter of the way through that list, and not yet found golf club woman..

And the man who started it all, Peter something, is now the biggest YouTuber in Quebec and the biggest anti trans YouTuber on the planet, and has yet to be held responsible for starting the gay erotica and transvestite rumours about me on Twitter because, for some reason there are no laws that hold cancel cries accountable for the the death and destruction their hivemind followers do after being incited into a frenzy by the cancelers tweets.

Perhaps the issue is I am too old to understand the herd mentality of cancel culture, I grew up on a very isolated egg farm and I was 42 years old before cancel culture existed, or perhaps my not using social media causes me to not understand it.

But I wonder how many people out there are like me, lives destroyed by haters, who hate things about me, that aren’t even things I am or do, because they believe one cancelers lies on Twitter and never took the time to fact check before they reacted.

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Do you know who this woman is?
If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Of the Portland, Maine FBI Office, 4th floor, Middle Street Portland.

FAQ: How Did the FBI get involved?

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013.

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

at one point at the Round One in the Maine Mall attack, she pulled off the green clown wig while she was yelling and her hair was a black-black super fake dyed black pageboy.

The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmingly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

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