Runeria

Runeria was a passion project I started the Senior year of my Undergraduate program. I was immensely inspired by Dungeons and Dragons, and I wanted to create a universe similar to that.

Runeria has sat dormant for a few years now…and as of recently I’ve been breathing new life into the story. I’ve completely overhauled the story and the characters with a much clearer direction and story that wasn’t so…self-centered.

I wanted to share some vignettes I have written for the new/old characters of Runeria.

Eldrin Vingette

CRASH, an ink bottle cascades off the wooden desk and onto the ground, splattering a void of deep purple ink across the floor. “Shit..” Eldrin mutters under their breath, carefully pushing their chair away from the desk being careful to avoid making the stain worse. Taking a similar purple thread from the bobbin on their chantilain and a small glass bottle, Eldrin takes the string in their ink stained hands, holding it with their index and thumb.Using their left hand still pinched, they pull the thread aiming the end of the thread into the small bottle, in doing so the ink from the floor disappeared as the small bottle filled up. Bright purple stains on their hands became bright purple stains on their apron as they wiped off the excess. 

Eldrins tower sat dark in the deepest reaches of Vale End’s woods, the only light sources within the building being a lantern that they carried in the evening. The tower had been “vacant” since magic became a commodity, what was once used as a place of great learning had become a shell of itself, those wishing to teach magic had to seek out the colleges and pay extensively in order to learn. In true Corvus fashion, the tower had become a collection of resources that may or may not have belonged to Eldrin. Books, scrolls, bottles empty, bottles full, arcanic objects, anything they believed to hold information to share with others. Eldrin had been hoarding these resources for years, sharing them with like minded individuals that believed that magic should be shared.

Corvus were a people of magic, those who followed in Corvus were born with it. Corvus Corax was said to be the founder of magic within Runeria, he stole fledglings from each of the deities, feasting on their flesh. Plucking out their feathers, and feasting on their organs. Once he had devoured each of the fledglings, he birthed a lavender egg. Within the egg, the first natural born magic holder, Corran, Eldrin’s great-great-great-great grandfather.

Farrow Vingette

As the golden sun scattered the last of her light across the land, the drifting airships made their landings on top of the mirror-like water of Lake Aegis. A crescendo of grand splashes along the surface of the lake as the perimeter torches were lit by magic. The cabin hummed as Farrow lowered the anchor.. He rose from his seat in the Captain’s quarters and exited into the now stationed living space. The interior of the once airship now turned sea ship was comforting in the warm lights that radiated from old oil chandeliers in the ship's hull. Bookcases, and old wooden cabinets had been anchored to the walls of the boat, all affixed with clear glass doors to keep items safe during travel by air or sea. Farrow stretched his arms far above his head, pulling off his pilot’s hat and jacket. He opened the hull door, and used a long hook to pull out the small wooded deck that extended from the side of the boat. The cool mid-autumn breeze blew through the boat, whipping the stray hairs from Farrow’s messy pony tail. “Winter is just on the horizon…” Farrow said as he crossed his arms wishing he hadn’t taken off his flight clothes. It had been a while since he had been back in Aegis, the summer trading season had ended a few weeks ago and now he was on break until it was time to fly north for winter.

 Farrow  had grown up in Aegis with the other Anatini, those who live and follow in the footsteps of the Waterfowl. “Watching Waterfowl” was what their family was called, those who followed the Waterfowl lived in hybrid Air Sea ships, and oftentimes utilized them as traders. Farrow spent his summers flying from the northern most areas of Vale’s End to the southern coast of Enhdeim, choosing at the end of his journey to come back to his refuge in Aegis before needing to head north to avoid being stuck in the frozen lake.

Odette Vingette

Overlooking the watery marsh of lake Aegis, Odette faces an ornate wooden vanity stationed at the window. The natural light poured in like a waterfall, reflecting off the lake, the stark white walls, and Odette’s unnaturally painted white face. The contrast of her black eyes to the face paint she adorned herself with was amplified in the morning light. With her white base set she began to arrange her bone white curly hair into the standard hair style of a lady of her status. Two swans in courtship, their heads and necks making a heart, showing that Odette was still unwed, an issue that never seemed to fail to fall from her father’s lips every ball.