One of the other stories that I never wrote was about an Anthropological Wizard who collected specimens, downloaded their memories and then displayed them in static-fields like especially lifelike statues.
The display spells last longer than the wizard by a few millennia.
In the meantime, the displays that survived were worshipped as gods and the belief generated over the course of many generations infuses the frozen people with powers as if they were living avatars.
The story starts when the display shorts out and the small group left have to deal with their new status in an unknown world, haunted by centuries of knowledge gained by osmosis.
I was making one lowly clerk the Goddess of Little Accidents, which encompasses accidental pregnancies, miscarriages, lost keys, bad luck etc.
Though none of the people wanted to offend her, they didn’t want to come near her either. The reject goddess amongst the cooler and prettier gods of war and fertility and agriculture.
I kind of like the idea of the goddess of fertility being a librarian or high powered executive bewildered and uncomfortable with her knew status and embarrassed at the flowers that spring up in her footsteps where ever she goes.
They would automaticially become leader of their various churches/temples.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Couldn't decide what happened next
There is no more of Tash.
Not as such.
Perhaps when I get a computer at home I will add to this.
She does get her hand chopped off.
In one variation she staggers off bleeding and ends up in a temple to the god of music. The devotees of the temple look after her, since she wasn't struck down for bleeding all over the altar and she ends up being involved in the order. They take her presence as some kind of sign, as an artifact has gone missing and they want to get it back. Tash entertains herself during her convalescence mildly corrupting the young monks by selling them nudee cartoons of a sexual nature for spare cash.
But then my lack of ability to come up with an actual storyline kind of lets me down.
In another she ends up working in a spyish/mercenaryish capacity for the crown and proceeds to get more limbs/digits lopped of on her adventures. A new body part for every adventure.
And then the whole thing took a turn around and I had this other idea of starting a story based on the premise that she is a peasantish type person who has been sent on a mission to retrieve a stolen object. Is told that it is vitally important etc etc etc, but they are just talking it up because, you know, she is just a peasant and you have to make 'them' understand that it is important cause they are lazy etc - nobility talking down to the people and of course it turns out not to be particularly important at all.
So she goes through hell and back thinking she is doing some world shatteringly important job and then when she gets back and barely even remember sending her.
All the fantasy novels I read are such big epic stories.
I thought it might be fun to have a little story.
I was going to have a dragon in it.
But the dragons were going to be about human sized and could transform into humans - to make nicking stuff easier - and dog like personalities.
Not as such.
Perhaps when I get a computer at home I will add to this.
She does get her hand chopped off.
In one variation she staggers off bleeding and ends up in a temple to the god of music. The devotees of the temple look after her, since she wasn't struck down for bleeding all over the altar and she ends up being involved in the order. They take her presence as some kind of sign, as an artifact has gone missing and they want to get it back. Tash entertains herself during her convalescence mildly corrupting the young monks by selling them nudee cartoons of a sexual nature for spare cash.
But then my lack of ability to come up with an actual storyline kind of lets me down.
In another she ends up working in a spyish/mercenaryish capacity for the crown and proceeds to get more limbs/digits lopped of on her adventures. A new body part for every adventure.
And then the whole thing took a turn around and I had this other idea of starting a story based on the premise that she is a peasantish type person who has been sent on a mission to retrieve a stolen object. Is told that it is vitally important etc etc etc, but they are just talking it up because, you know, she is just a peasant and you have to make 'them' understand that it is important cause they are lazy etc - nobility talking down to the people and of course it turns out not to be particularly important at all.
So she goes through hell and back thinking she is doing some world shatteringly important job and then when she gets back and barely even remember sending her.
All the fantasy novels I read are such big epic stories.
I thought it might be fun to have a little story.
I was going to have a dragon in it.
But the dragons were going to be about human sized and could transform into humans - to make nicking stuff easier - and dog like personalities.
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