KyleAW
Gaming Obsessed
Hi all,
Firstly, I am happy that I have after two years of working in solitude taken the decision to join a community. It is so far the best decision I have made regarding my work, as reading your thoughts on different matters has been hugely illuminating. That said, the ultimate plunge for a writer is critique from others (especially critique for people that are not 'family and friends')
I look forward to your thoughts. This is from the very start of my WIP, happy reading!
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Pulling her cloak tighter Kara studied the City that stretched out in front of her. On her journey she’d heard nothing but the sketchiest second and third hand accounts of the City state of Stromgarde; the sailors she travelled had never seen the city before.
To either side of Kara’s small boat the wide river was lost in a swell of merchants and fishermen, as they strained at their oars or bent double to gut fish and haul their catch; Kara was happy to be stood at ease, even if she was a little cold. Normally all this commotion would have fascinated her, had she not been so intent on the walls of the city themselves.
They loomed over the small bay, shutting out the waning sun and leaving her chilled by a bitterly icy wind. Tall and strong they stood, white stone chiselled with intricate battle scenes depicting Stromgarde’s victories, a testament to the city’s legendary resilience. The shouts of oarsman and the constant thundering of a thousand fishermen sound like combat to Kara, a sound she was far too familiar with. It had been a long time since the city had last been known for its military prowess; years of peace and high living having left it fat and listless. Failure for Kara however could leave her broken like so many others had previously approached these City walls with hostility.
A shiver worked its way through her; in her native Rand far to the south it would still warm, even now in this late month. She hadn’t seen snow before her trip, though her father had told her of it; now she had left Rand to come to these lands it had been all there was to see, white seas to either side of the river. Holding her cloak against the biting wind Kara thought, not for the first time, that she had been sent on a fool’s errand. Her father’s last words as she had set off on her mission still echoed through her head, ‘You will work for the Family or you will take your last step into the depths.’ The horror of that long drop, wind ripping her breath from her lungs before the waves finally silenced her, had more than once managed to cool her anger, “I do this by choice.” Saying the lie again didn’t make it any less hollow.
As the sun began to set Kara headed below deck; her time was short and she wanted to spend it work on her new character. It had been a while since she had last performed; the danger back then was laughable compared to the razor’s edge she walked now. As she headed to her cabin the crewmen that passed-by bowed politely, mostly with haste, before scurrying out of her way.
Tall for a woman, with dark chestnut hair that flowed easily down her back, Kara was aware of the effect she had on men, whether it was welcome or not. Large innocent eyes and lips that were full but not over generous sat well on her pale face. Though she would go to the grave before admitting it, the dress she had been forced to wear was truly beautiful; pleated green silk that climbed high to her neck, yet somehow showed more of her than her normal attire. It was to her secret pleasure that she got to wear it.
Usually she wouldn’t wear clothes that restricted her movement so much but she had been ordered to wear the dress; if she was honest it was a pair of good breeches and a jerkin that she really wanted as they left her free to move and protect herself. Still, she thought smiling to herself as the crew went past blushing; the dress had its perks.
Her clothing, along with her simpering attitude, was designed to keep the men on board from finding out what she truly was. Here she acted as Lady Ashford, a silly young girl that had harassed her father into letting her see the big city; her father in this case was a well to do minor noble who apparently dotes on his daughter. The boat she now travelled on had been docked upriver about two weeks away from Stromgarde, in a grotty speck of a town called Marsh. At one time the fee she had paid for her passage would have seen her living like a queen the whole way, but hard times drove harder bargains. As it had turned out, her fee had seen her unceremoniously shoved onto this cramped hell with barely a polite word.
For the first couple of days she had put up with the sailor’s leers; it was nothing new to her. Even when she had been younger, not yet a full woman, she had become used to attention of men. Back then it had mostly been her father’s friends that took a special interest in her, starting shortly after her sixteenth year. She had tried telling her father after the first time but he had taken her back. He’d instructed her that it was time to learn that he wasn’t here to stop them or protect her; he expected Kara to be strong enough to protect herself. If she couldn’t then…the punishment took care of itself. Luckily, Kara Torani was not a slow learner; a good blade and the will to use it kept away the worst of men.
Firstly, I am happy that I have after two years of working in solitude taken the decision to join a community. It is so far the best decision I have made regarding my work, as reading your thoughts on different matters has been hugely illuminating. That said, the ultimate plunge for a writer is critique from others (especially critique for people that are not 'family and friends')
I look forward to your thoughts. This is from the very start of my WIP, happy reading!
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Pulling her cloak tighter Kara studied the City that stretched out in front of her. On her journey she’d heard nothing but the sketchiest second and third hand accounts of the City state of Stromgarde; the sailors she travelled had never seen the city before.
To either side of Kara’s small boat the wide river was lost in a swell of merchants and fishermen, as they strained at their oars or bent double to gut fish and haul their catch; Kara was happy to be stood at ease, even if she was a little cold. Normally all this commotion would have fascinated her, had she not been so intent on the walls of the city themselves.
They loomed over the small bay, shutting out the waning sun and leaving her chilled by a bitterly icy wind. Tall and strong they stood, white stone chiselled with intricate battle scenes depicting Stromgarde’s victories, a testament to the city’s legendary resilience. The shouts of oarsman and the constant thundering of a thousand fishermen sound like combat to Kara, a sound she was far too familiar with. It had been a long time since the city had last been known for its military prowess; years of peace and high living having left it fat and listless. Failure for Kara however could leave her broken like so many others had previously approached these City walls with hostility.
A shiver worked its way through her; in her native Rand far to the south it would still warm, even now in this late month. She hadn’t seen snow before her trip, though her father had told her of it; now she had left Rand to come to these lands it had been all there was to see, white seas to either side of the river. Holding her cloak against the biting wind Kara thought, not for the first time, that she had been sent on a fool’s errand. Her father’s last words as she had set off on her mission still echoed through her head, ‘You will work for the Family or you will take your last step into the depths.’ The horror of that long drop, wind ripping her breath from her lungs before the waves finally silenced her, had more than once managed to cool her anger, “I do this by choice.” Saying the lie again didn’t make it any less hollow.
As the sun began to set Kara headed below deck; her time was short and she wanted to spend it work on her new character. It had been a while since she had last performed; the danger back then was laughable compared to the razor’s edge she walked now. As she headed to her cabin the crewmen that passed-by bowed politely, mostly with haste, before scurrying out of her way.
Tall for a woman, with dark chestnut hair that flowed easily down her back, Kara was aware of the effect she had on men, whether it was welcome or not. Large innocent eyes and lips that were full but not over generous sat well on her pale face. Though she would go to the grave before admitting it, the dress she had been forced to wear was truly beautiful; pleated green silk that climbed high to her neck, yet somehow showed more of her than her normal attire. It was to her secret pleasure that she got to wear it.
Usually she wouldn’t wear clothes that restricted her movement so much but she had been ordered to wear the dress; if she was honest it was a pair of good breeches and a jerkin that she really wanted as they left her free to move and protect herself. Still, she thought smiling to herself as the crew went past blushing; the dress had its perks.
Her clothing, along with her simpering attitude, was designed to keep the men on board from finding out what she truly was. Here she acted as Lady Ashford, a silly young girl that had harassed her father into letting her see the big city; her father in this case was a well to do minor noble who apparently dotes on his daughter. The boat she now travelled on had been docked upriver about two weeks away from Stromgarde, in a grotty speck of a town called Marsh. At one time the fee she had paid for her passage would have seen her living like a queen the whole way, but hard times drove harder bargains. As it had turned out, her fee had seen her unceremoniously shoved onto this cramped hell with barely a polite word.
For the first couple of days she had put up with the sailor’s leers; it was nothing new to her. Even when she had been younger, not yet a full woman, she had become used to attention of men. Back then it had mostly been her father’s friends that took a special interest in her, starting shortly after her sixteenth year. She had tried telling her father after the first time but he had taken her back. He’d instructed her that it was time to learn that he wasn’t here to stop them or protect her; he expected Kara to be strong enough to protect herself. If she couldn’t then…the punishment took care of itself. Luckily, Kara Torani was not a slow learner; a good blade and the will to use it kept away the worst of men.