Cave_Creature

The Hae'lunor OSHA inspectors are horrified and prepare their lawsuit.

Faeinn almost giggles with delight at hearing the song - but then again, she is a child.

Krimpchikr languishes in the znaga's home in the Uzg. As she applies a salve to the seared-black brand on her delicate white skin, she can only think of how her people have betrayed themselves.

Faeinn, in her wartime rancor, wonders if her father will spare any dribbling, weeping enemy of his people just because they're too afraid to face the consequence of rebellion.

Curses don't improve or add opportunities for roleplay, they just offer reasons to make the races unique. The curse lore is outdated and should be replaced by other 'genesis stories' for the four races, because there's plenty unique about them barring the curses themselves.

While Faeinn is left to wonder at how they made a quill that could withstand molten gold, she sets about finding a dress to take her father to the ball.

Turgid.

The child had little in the way of possessions, but she had things that she cared about more than she now, having read the most recently discovered piece of wisdom, knew that she should. Faeinn took the shoes from her trunk, the dolls from her bed, and the hairclips from her thick red curls and she carried them all in her baggy pants' pockets. She needed no soles but her own to connect with the earth, she needed no toys or effigies of her mother to play with when the world was beckoning her to enjoy it. The wind may pull her hair across her face and sweep it back from her cheeks as it wills. The child stood by the island coast, and she threw, one-by-one, her possessions into the sea, and she felt lighter each time.

Man, how am I supposed to remember the first memorable thing that happened to my characters. I can't even remember what clothes I wore yesterday!

Don't stop! You honestly have really beautiful coloring and shading.

:)

Let me join you, I'm super cool, I promise. Four ladies trumps three!

Faeinn took her father's personal copy of the ultimatum and made it into a paper eagle (paper airplane). She entertained herself by throwing it off trees and watching it fly.

Faeinn thumbed the flier thoughtfully. She sat against the wall she'd found it pinned to, staring at the words. She considered for a little while, thought that perhaps the opposing mystery writer held truth as well. But the child had made her choice - she worshiped the Aspects; she worshiped Nature, and the Creator that the secret author had written about. She suddenly scowled, and got to her feet again. With a huff the girl pushed the parchment into the flickering sacrificial flame in the center of town, standing to watch it crumple and burn. She felt a brief, cold touch on her shoulder, and she turned away.

Well yeah, it is gender dysmorphia. That's what I mentioned, not that what I was talking about really concerned transgender people anyway. Although I've seen a few people play genderfluid or trans characters and haven't done too bad with it.

Misconception. Homosexuality has, as far as academia can tell, never been more or less prevalent throughout humanity at any period of our cultural development. There were likely as many people with non-hetero orientations or gender dysmorphia as there are today. The fact is that a more accepting culture causes people to be more aware of (the thing the culture accepts) so it appears as if it's a new or growing phenomenon. Consider the Greeks, for example. The lesbian poet Sappho, the homoerotic art and religion, the prevalence of mentor/apprentice relationships - and things like that are present throughout all history. Of course, we know less about it in the medieval period since it was strictly covered up (although 'sodomites' weren't executed or persecuted nearly as often as you may think, it was mostly just a shameful thing you didn't admit to. Like STDs!) but look for the history and you will find examples of it. So no, homosexuality was as 'common' as it is today, only about 3 or 4 percent of the population (in the US). Anyway, my issue with genderbenders is thus. And for the record, I have played several male characters (usually they're big husky guys because it's different from a feminine stature, change of pace, etc etc) and many characters with orientations other than my own. The problem with portraying someone of a different sex, gender, race, sexuality than you is that stereotypes are drilled into your head and skews your portrayal of a person, and often they're turned into your tokens or your strawmen. I don't mean to say that anyone who is not a purple alien from Pluto can't possibly understand what a purple alien from Pluto is really like. I mean that people don't put in the effort to understand - or rather, not to try and understand, but to forget their misconceptions. Take the guy who said that females are better to play kinder, maternal roles. There's a difference between a female character being a healer and all your healers being female characters. To "genderbend properly" (I sound pretentious bear with me) you have to realize that your character's sex only truly matters when it is directly affected by the conditions of the world around them, and not who they are as people. A poor genderbender isn't exactly the strawman lesbian-bimbo-snowflake that other commenters have argued against, but one that misrepresents and misunderstands an entire sex/gender/ethnicity/sexuality because they fundamentally believe that that certain aspect affects the rest of their character's personality.

Faeinn took her time to read it through. Put in these simpler terms the concepts began to form and make more sense to her child's brain. There was more to her world than she understood, and these fated messages were meant to teach her. She finished rifling through the three pieces of bark she'd hidden away, and finally got up to her bare feet. There was no use in learning if she didn't act on it - a parent's valuable lesson. So the child elf scampered out of her father's home and past the city gates. She used both hands to tear a torch out of its sconce on a farm fence, shakily stumbling with it toward the wheat fields west of the city. She tossed it as far as she could when her toes sank into the fertile, moist soil of the farm, and watched the wheat burst into a ravaging fire, spreading across the field. She hurried off home soon after before she might be seen.

I need a miniature Leo in my pocket. Proceed.