Showing posts with label Wynter Croix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wynter Croix. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Schemes for Summer

A few weekends ago I had Wynter Croix over to our house to spend a few days. I won't go into detail about the shopping trips and inside jokes that arose over the course of those three days, as that's not what this blog is for and it would probably bore most of you. (Keep a lookout for a new fashion blog we might be starting soon, though!)

More to the point, while Wynni was here we chatted about LARP stuff. I've been having a spurt of desire to LARP in the Lore world lately, so together Wynnie and I created a persona for her that she could use in Lore when summer finally comes back around.

I think I've talked briefly about Lore in a couple posts, though come to think of it that was quite some time ago. I keep forgetting I've had this blog for so many months.

In short, Lore is a land where an edge of all fairytales, legends, and myths meet together. So each of the different realms there are a piece of a legend/fairytale sticking into Lore. There's the fairytale kingdom, there's the Ice Kingdom, there's Fafnir's Lair, there's a section of Sherwood Forest, and the prominent province of Camelot, plus many others including Oriental and Middle Eastern tales.

Of course, all these stories are reinvented and retold in our own unique way, as we do with pretty much everything. But I won't go into lengthy detail about that just now. Now I'm going to tell you about the new addition to Lore, Wynni's persona: The Red Rider's Daughter.

For the more squeamish of my readers, I will note that there is dragon blood in this discourse I'm about to give. I'm not one to be bloody and gory and all that sort of dark stuff, but dragon blood, scales, breath, horns, claws, etc. are often a prominent feature in fairytales, so I decided not to chuck it out like I have with the purely magical stuff. Just sayin'.

So, once upon a time there lived a man named Samil. He was a huntsman, who lived in a small village on the outskirts of the Dragonwood, beyond which lay the mountain that housed Fafnir's Lair. It so happened that Samil fell in love with the daughter of a neighboring farmer, and married her shortly after. They lived happily for some time, but Samil began to drift. He became increasingly interested in tales of magic and power and alchemy, dicontent with his current living situation as a mere huntsman.

As this transformation went on, Samil's wife gave birth to a beautiful little girl, who they named Lahava, which meant "Darkness", after a white flower that only opened on moonless nights. Samil loved her very much, and for a time lived once again with contentment in the little house. He taught her many things, including how to pluck flowers and suck the little pocket of sweet nectar from the base.

Then one day, three year old Lahava discovered the flower of a Red Rider plant. This plant, named after a villainous horseman who always wore a red cloak in old stories told around the fire, is the rarest in Lore, except in the Dragonwood. It is known to contain the deadliest poison in every part of it from the roots to the crimson petals. Even the nectar.

Thrown into the pit of desperation, Samil ran not for the doctor, but into the Dragonwood, in spite of his wife's pleadings. In his exploration of alchemy, he learned that one sure cure for Red Rider poison was dragon blood. The strong chemical properties mix to nuetralize the fatal effects of poison.

So to Fafnir Samil ran for aid, the evil dragon that controlled the Dragonwood and the dark mountainous area beyond it. Fafnir's servants, the Halflings, took the distraught man to see the dragon lord, where Samil explained his plight. Fafnir listened with his yellow eyes watching and his mind scheming.

What Samil did not know was that when the dragon blood is mixed with the Red Rider plant, what results is a neurological drug that irrepairably leaves the brain in a submissive, robot-like state. This state is most commonly known as Halfling.

However, Fafnir explained with a sly rumble in his voice, if Samil's daughter wore a necklace with the dragon blood hidden inside it and never took it off, the chemical reaction would be enough to keep the poison from reaching her heart and killing her, without doing any damage to her mind.

But there was a condition. Drawing Samil near with his taloned paw, Fafnir told him that he would only do this for him if Samil agreed to work for him as his personal servant for the rest of his life.

In his grief and troubled spirit, Samil agreed, pledging his life. He returned to his home with the special necklace Fafnir had given him long enough to present it to his daughter, saving her life, tell his wife to never let Lahava take it off, and kiss them both goodbye. Amidst the tears of both mother and daughter, Samil returned to the Fafnir's Lair, and from that night on, Samil became the Red Rider, chief of Fafnir's Halfings, and assassin dreaded by all. No longer did he remember his former life. He worked for Fafnir, keeping the wicked dragon's army of Halfings at an adequate number and snuffing out the more annoying of Fafnir's enemies.

Lahava grew to be a conflicted lass. Her mother became sickly as the girl grew older, always telling her never to remove the necklace, and finally died when Lahava was twelve, much to the girl's sadness. Believing her father dead and herself an orphan, Lahava became a roaming gypsy girl. She became fast friends with a brownie named Jynnx, and as she grew she felt torn,  struggling to define and choose between good and evil. Now at sixteen, Lahava will be tested, as she is thrown into the company of true heroes, sly theives, vengeful alchemists, and even Fafnir himself, where sooner or later, she will have to choose a side.

So that is Lahava, daughter of the Red Rider, and Wynni's Lore LARP character. Can you tell that I can't wait until spring?

Dia duit,
~Penny

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Introducing Wynter Croix

Wynnie dear. Isn't she lovely?
Now at long last I shall introduce you to Wynter Croix. Wynnie is a dear friend of mine I met on the OYAN forum, and is an effervescent young lass who kindly agreed to write the legend post for me a couple weeks ago.

As well she joins Dana and I in our love for Scotland. Though there have been a few minor disputes on Campbell's vs. MacDonalds, but I attempt to keep those to a minimum.

Wynnie is working on several novels ranging over various genres, including a historical fiction one set in Scotland that she and I are writing together. She also contributed greatly to Celtic Day at the Summer Workshop in Kansas, and has a lovely voice. I'm going to see if there is a way for us to record ourselves singing The Last Rose of Summer together. But as she lives in Wisconson and I live in Florida, this might be interesting to figure out.


Campbell clan tartan.
So, yeah. That's about it for this intro. I was going to tack this onto the Rahab post, but as you can see, I didn't. This Christmas she's going to get a new medieval costume, and I will wheedle her into taking some pictures of herself in it to post on my blog. I also have a new outfit on order, and Percy has some exciting new weapons. Sometime next week -- after I get this dratted short story of mine edited -- I will take some pictures of Percy's things. I haven't been able to get a tutorial out of him yet. He's been doing a lot of experimenting with varous weapons, so he when he's been at the forge, he was never sure if the project he was working on would be of any use by the time he was done. I'll get on him about tutorials for some of the ones that did, 'cause they're pretty epic.

Alrighty, time for me to head to bed. I should attempt to get to sleep earlier tonight, even though I'm not the least tired. But we all know what happens when I stay up late. Odd blog posts...

Dia duit,
~Penny




Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Legend Post #10 -- Rahab (Guest Post by Wynter Croix)

Since I'm still waiting for an approved picture from Wynter, I'll introduce her in another post. But for now, I'm tired of waiting to post this.

~*~
 
Salmon, the father of Boaz, whose mother was Rahab.
Boaz, the father of Obed, whose mother was Ruth.
Obed, the father of Jesse.
And Jesse, the father of King David.
                                                                                ~Matthew 1:5 The Genealogy of Jesus
                At the beginning of the summer, my mother plopped an
intense, twelve week discipleship course called Godly Character
by Vinnie Carafano in front of me. I’d known it was coming for a
month or two, and had picked out who was to be my mentor –
Lindsey, my voice teacher and brand new mommy to baby Eli-, but
that was in May.
I panicked.
                I love being a Christian. I love Jesus Christ, I love
praising Him, and I love my faith with every fiber of my being.
There’s nothing like popping in my Casting Crowns CD or turning
on K-LOVE and singing along, my way of prayer. Or just talking
to God while I clean my room or walk down the little back roads
around my house.
But I am so not a Bible reader.
                This is… less than desirable. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes
I feel the urge to open that really, REALLY big, INTIMIDATING
book and just read. But I also have the urge for structure.
Chaos is cool, if I have structure to go along with it. I’d had
no idea where to begin reading. To me, that was utter chaos.
                Godly Character begins with the New Testament. (There’s the
structure I was looking for!) I opened my book to Matthew and
started reading, prepared to (I’ll be honest) completely skim
over Jesus’s genealogy.
Until I saw the name Rahab.
                Back in the winter, when I actually had time to read, I
came across a book in a mega-church library called Pearl in the
Sand by Tessa Afshar. It was the love story of Rahab, the
prostitute who had been saved because of her faith, and Salmon,
leader of the tribe of Judah. I loved the book. Girls out there,
if you’re fluffy like myself, and love Biblical love stories, go
for this book.
                At the end of the book (No spoilers! I promise!) they
mention Boaz, Rahab and Salmon’s first son and later, husband of
Ruth. When I first finished that lovely piece of romantic
literature, it didn’t quite register. Until I read the first page of Matthew months and months later.
Jesus’s ancestor was a Canaanite prostitute.
                  Ms. Afshar provides some insight to what might have been
Rahab’s past and historical truth. In Jericho and other
Canaanite cities, many fathers sold their daughters into
prostitution when times were rough. Whatever money the daughter
made, a portion of it was given to the family. Sometimes, this
situation was considered an honor. This easily could have been
our heroine’s story.
                The Bible doesn’t tell us exactly how Rahab’s faith came
about. We just know that this was a faith we all should admire
and strive for. She risked her life for two men, whom she had
just met, hid them in her inn, and asked that they spare her.
How could she have done that without faith? For all she knew,
those men could be lying. They would forget about her. Her faith
kept her strong. God showed himself to a prostitute, a Canaanite
prostitute.
And she was richly rewarded. After Jericho was demolished,
Rahab and her family were accepted by the Israelites, and she
became an ancestor of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Let’s switch to Salmon, her husband for a sec. This guy was
the leader of the tribe of Judah. Yet, he married Rahab, whom
everyone knew was a famous prostitute in Jericho. This wasn’t a
marriage to gain wealth. This wasn’t arranged. This marriage
wasn’t for political power. This was love. An unconditional
love. Why else would a great leader, a friend of Joshua, a
commander in the Israelite army, marry a former prostitute? 
Salmon was deeply in love with this woman. 
This wasn’t just love, it was grace. God’s grace long
before Jesus came into the world. The Israelites had incredibly
strict rules about who they associated with, what they touched,
and who touched what they touched.
We think of the God of the Old Testament as strict and
angry and jealous, sometimes forgetting He’s more than just
hellfire and instead, filled with fiery love. Rahab was His
child, just like Salmon was, like Joshua was. And He loved her,
as He did His chosen people. This broken woman was indeed a
pearl in the sand, a lost treasure.
We’re all sort of like that, lost treasure. Pearls in the
sand of the world. Like Rahab, the sand around may be deep and
thick, and it takes drastic measure to dig us out. Some are
blessed with wind to carry away the light grains, allowing them
to be revealed in the sunlight.
We’re all pearls. We’re all in different sand. But it takes
a loving God and his gentle touch to show us there is more than
just sand. It won’t always be a Salmon, or spies, or the
freaking tumbling down of Jericho. But He’s there. He’s digging
us out, even if we sink deeper.
We’re not just any pearls, we’re His pearls.
                ~*~

Dia duit,
~Penny





Monday, September 10, 2012

Saturday Legend Post Explanation

Short explanation.

Missed last Saturday's legend post again. Obviously. But! There's good news. I'm having a good friend of mine -- Wynter Croix -- write a guest legend post for me that will be done in time for this week's Saturday Legend Post.

So hang in there! The legend posts are coming.

Dia duit,
~Penny