SoCNoC Total: 2618516 words written by 143 participants
The End of SoCNoc!
60,000 words! OMG!
I am damned amazed at myself. The book isn’t finished, but I’m very close to finishing the first draft.
Another 10-15k and I’m done.
The total words of SoCNoC will probably go up a little more as the US guys post their totals, but damn, that’s over 2 and a half million words written in one month!
Way to go, everyone who took part!
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 1003
Words Total: 60056
Hero Mood: Annoyed and desperate
Heroine Mood: Still sick
Story Snippet:
"We can’t take her up there."
Mason pretended to be asleep. Up where?
"Not much choice, Nathan. He’s a mess. He’s probably in worse shape than she is."
They were talking about Sorol, she knew it in her gut. Mason had no idea who the guy with Nathan was, but it appeared he knew where Sorol was.
"That bad? I know Cáel said they were interrogating him, but-"
"Nate, they ganged up on him. Each one doing as much damage as possible. When I saw him, he had a broken jaw, both arms were dislocated. He had a hard time breathing, so I assume his ribs are broken too. Hell, they killed him six times already. Brought him back each time only to kill him again."
Oh God. Mason lifted her head, staring at the newcomer.
"Damn," Nathan said softly. "She heard."
I’m planning to have 60k written by tomorrow night, nearly there.
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 2364
Words Total: 59053
Hero Mood: Dead
Heroine Mood: Sick
Story Snippet:
Whoever stood behind him pulled on his arms again, making him twist in the chair they’d put him in. He managed to hold back the scream this time. Over and over fists slammed into his head, breaking the skin, breaking bone. He couldn’t open his eyes anymore, they were both swollen completely shut.
Another brutal hit made him black out, but a bucket of water brought him back to his senses.
"None of that," he heard Acwellan say before a fist slammed into his jaw.
Sorol gasped with the pain, breathing was close to impossible now. Someone hit him with what he assumed was a baseball bat, finally breaking his jaw. Blood exploded into his mouth and he tried to swallow, but the agony almost made him choke. Then the bat slammed into his chest, breaking ribs, driving one of them clean into his heart.
"You fucking idiot! You killed him!" I wish, Sorol thought.
"He deserves it," Cáel spat, hitting him again.
The pain stopped and Sorol felt himself slide forward in the chair before everything went black.
I saw Amanda, one of my critique partners, blog about the Banshee.
It kind of made me remember a lot of the fairy folklore I used to read about.
There are several types of sídhe (shee)
All of them come from the Tuatha Dé Danann, which were the Gods originally, but are now known as the Sídhe, and within the structure, you get some really bad fairies, to be sure.
The Baen Sídhe, the Banshee. Everyone knows about that screeching woman, I think. If you hear her wail your name… Ah, well. Hope you had a nice life. ‘Cause it’s over now.
The others… people know a lot less about.
The Leanan Sídhe tends to go after mortal lovers. If the guy consents, then he’s doomed. He’ll be her slave and the fairy will suck his life out of him until they waste away. (I can already hear the guys go ‘What a way to go’ heh.) Well, you’d think once they are dead, they’d be free, right? Not so. The only way you will leave a Leanan Sídhe is by finding someone else to take your place. However… If the man refuses to consent, then she becomes his slave. (I can see a terrific story there!)
The Daoine Sídhe are the most harmless of the lot. It more or less means "The Good Folk" or "The Gentry" and they are the most peaceful of the whole bunch.
TheSluagh Sídhe, the Fairy Host, are made up of restless spirits. As a whole, they are undead, or cursed, evil and nasty dead fairies.
This guy started out as a test render.
Then I started fiddling…
Then I started to draw hair.
And fiddled with brushes and color palettes… and more brushes…
Well. He looked like he dared me to post him. So I did.
I totally love how he came out. The hair, the expression, everything.
If you want to see the big (BIG!) version … click the pic.
Here we go again!
I’m starting to use up the snippets I scribbled over the course of this little excercise, so the story is starting to come together — and it’s nearing the end!
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 1788
Words Total: 56469
Hero Mood: Desperate
Heroine Mood: Weak
Story Snippet:
"Remember that cantankerous old miner?" Alvarez asked, grinning ear to ear.
"Victor Jones." Sorol groaned loudly. "How could I forget that bastard? He salted my rear end with that elephant gun of his."
Mason’s eyes widened. "What?"
"About four miles down the mountain used to be an old mining shack. The guy who lived there thought we were after his claim." Alvarez explained. "I used to nose around there in my wolf form, but Sorol can’t shift, so I pretended to be his dog."
"Right. Why were you checking out the guy? Were you after his gold?" Mason frowned.
Sorol and Alvarez exchanged a sheepish look.
"What?"
"Well, Jones had a daughter." Alvarez said haltingly. "Real pretty. Not like the hags in the camps, but a real beauty of a girl."
Mason lifted a brow at Sorol.
He stiffened. "Ah no, don’t look at me like this. I was just there to distract the old man. The dog had the hots for her, not me."
Alvarez growled at him.
Sorol grinned. "Down, Lassie."
Seeing them squabble like this made her laugh again. "Lassie was a girl, Sorol."
His grin became even broader. "I know."
Not really slack, just not posting progress as much as I should.
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 4679
Words Total: 54681
Hero Mood: Beliggerent and worried
Heroine Mood: Bewildered but elated
Story Snippet:
He flashed a wolfish grin and Sorol wanted to grab him and throw him out. Damn that guy. They’d made a sport out of snagging each other’s conquests and Alvarez with his dark latin looks had triumphed more often than Sorol cared to remember. “Of course, I have to admit Sorol has impeccable taste in women. I should know, I usually run off with them.”
Mason laughed, which had Sorol glower at both of them. “Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud, Sorol. He’s joking!”
“He’s not,” Sorol muttered.
Mason gave Alvarez a wide-eyed look. “No?”
“I made off with a handful in the past.” Alvarez confirmed.
“You try to make off with this one, and I’m going to have a wolf skin rug,” Sorol promised.
Alvarez grinned and winked at Mason. “I think he’s serious.”
Well, as my critique partners have found out… I like fiddling with 3D Art.
When I’m not writing, I render. My gallery is linked here now, since people keep asking.
I am a self-taught “artist”. I put this in brackets because, frankly, I don’t really think of myself as an artist. I just play around until it looks right to me. There are people who are much, MUCH, better at this than I am. I can’t draw to save my life, but give me a decent figure, and I’ll texture it, stick it into contortions people can’t hope to survive, put clothes on them that are guaranteed to make any opponent faint, or um… in some cases no clothes at all.
Here’s hoping my mom never finds the site.
Anyway, I figured I’ll give a bit of a heads up what I get up to when I don’t write.
And if you want to check it out — http://www.digitalmagic.tv is the address of my online gallery.
I might even post up the girls I rendered some time… *cough*
It is done! 50k in 3 weeks, not bad going, methinks!
However the story isn’t finished… lets see how much I manage to write in the last week!
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 2340
Words Total: 50002
Hero Mood: Oblivious
Heroine Mood: Half Dead
Story Snippet:
“Don’t do this. Please.” Dixie hoped her plea would change his mind, but deep down she could sense something evil in him. Oddly, Mason seemed afraid of him. All this time she’d wanted Sorol, and now he was here and she looked terrified. Dixie couldn’t work it out. Why didn’t she say something? “Mason, I can’t let him take you.”
She struggled to say something, but Sorol cut her off with a brutal kiss.
Dixie shook with terror. This was the man her sister claimed to love? A man who seemed to scare her half to death? “Don’t. Please don’t take her.”
“Out of my way.” Sorol wrenched her away from the door, tossing her behind him as if she were garbage.
Dixie slammed into the wall and slid down it, stunned. She saw him open the door, then everything went black.
After slackage, I’m catching up a bit. Neatly at the 50k though, so I think I can afford a little slackage.
Title: Cursed Legacy - Sorol
Words Written: 3575
Words Total: 47342
Hero Mood: Devastated
Heroine Mood: Worried
Story Snippet:
“I should have stopped the bastard! I saw him, but Erzas went for him before I got there. Sorol took his head, Rag. He laughed at me, and disappeared.” Chaia’s eyes glittered with hatred. “He took his head.”
“Wait. Are you saying he left with it?” Raguel stared at the Nephilim.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Why would he do this? He’d feel as devastated as you do.” This made no sense. They couldn’t kill each other without feeling the loss of the soul, which generally prevented them from even trying. “You’re absolutely certain it was Sorol?”
Chaia lifted his eyes to Raguel, glaring at him. “I watched him cut Erzas’ head off, Rag! Of course I’m sure!”
