Author has written 20 stories for Dragonlance, Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Star Wars.
Hello, welcome, greetings to you all. I am Raablyn, and this is my profile . . . obviously . . .
Life is not mesured by the number of breaths we take,
But by the moments that take our breath away.
Man, I love that quote.
The Sole of life is the Soul within us. Yes, this answers the questions of why I spell 'soul' like 'sole' in some of my reviews. Never question my motives! (or spelling ability) (OK you can question that, my spelling sucks and the darn spellchecker keeps going cablooy)
After all, what is Darkness but Black Light?
My agenda: (I have a tendency to start stories whenever I want regardless of what I already need to work on. If you limit yourself by what you can't do you take away a good bit of what you can do. I add chapters whenever I get the inspiration.)
Come to me, Crysania,
Come through the fire.
Come through the hate,
And see the crier.
(from Come To Me)
Dance of night, the spider's dance:
Chaos swirls and chaos plans.
Tilt left, tilt right, paranoid mockery of balance:
The glow of justice has been banned.
(From Drow, the FRPC)
"No!" Tawny giggled shrilly, showing off her white teeth and making everyone wince. "It's a . . . " She stopped, then winked at Flint. "Take a look for yourself!" With a flourish, she presented a closed fist. The Companions stared.
"What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?" Flint asked warily (smart dwarf).
"This!" Tawny grinned excitedly.
" . . . " Tawny was silent, still grinning that stupid grin.
"WHAT?" demanded Flint.
"I just told you!" Tawny said in a cheerful tone.
(from A Loony Kender, ch. 2)
"You may leave now." Vrae’Jysala gestured towards the door. LiNeerithra, ever suspecting, narrowed her eyes slightly but rose to leave.
"Oh, and dear," LiNeerithra froze. Vrae’Jysala hid a smirk behind her words, "if you happen to see our dear cousin Greyayne, do inform her that I would delight in being in her company again. So much we have to discuss. You must join us."
LiNeerithra smirked at her sister. "My pleasure, Vrae’Jysala. Of course." Inclining her head, the drow left the room.
Outside the door, she paused and allowed herself to breathe. She had not been found out, after all. Glory be to Lolth, that was close! Shaking her head, the female composed herself and swept away.
Inside the room, having risen from her chair, Vrae’Jysala nodded to herself.
Things were indeed going as planned.
(From The Spider's Kiss)
Greetings, I just had a birthday and am sincerely joyful.
Coming up in T-o-D: Sturm Torture and Dalamar makes an appearence!
Work on The Spider's Kiss. (Taking a vvvvvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrryyy long time): Minalylrisse (yes I made up this name I know it su_s) is a drow female of a high house learning the finer aspects of drow culture. The spelling on this fic is horrible - see the disclaimers for more - but I think I make up for it with a (hopefully) good story. First part of next chapter is written and second part is in my head. And Mina has red hair. Why? I thought it'd look cool . . .
Work on Elves Gone Wild (New name for fic 'Drow Discover the Joys of Caffiene' when I add 'Moon Elves Meet Sugar. Hi': Yes I must do this. I think the title says it all. Taking a while, as I have A LOT of other things to do.
TSUA: So far, Raist is acting too mature for six and Caramon is . . . well . . . Caramon. A little much on angst, though. Chapters 1-6 are like an interductory thing, it's in the later chapters that I plan to make it really weird. Not completed, obviously. Who-oh! TWENTY CHAPTERS! does freaky dance around room AWESOME! However, I've abandoned this. Why? It was boring. I'll get back to it later.
Dancing in the Dark: one-chapter, inspired by Lake of Tears's 'Raistlin and the Rose'. I love this, and, of all my work, this is in the top three. And I have only five reviews of it. AWESOME.
Raistlin's Thoughts: just hit me while reading the Legends, I have a habit of placing myself in the shoes of my fave characters. Completed. I personally love it and have read it over and over, and still can't believe I actually wrote it. I'm working on Caramon's Thoughts, but that's a bit harder because I can understand Raistlin better than Caramon. O-oh well.
Mercy or Murder: Along the same lines as RT, but definately more on the angst side. Drizzt thinks about whether slaying Ellifain that night under the stars would have been mercy or murder. Poor Ellifain. Poor Drizzt. Poor Innovindil & Tarathiel. (cries).
However, they appear in the next chapter of Elves Gone Wild, on a happier note.
Poems: I am a poet by nature, and have about a thousand up. Caution: all of my poems are kinda dark and angsty, just cuz I do that stuff better than humor. shrug I love all of them, but Once Again I Sink Into Shadows, my first, is my favorite: that and Crysania. Why takes third place.
Weep: this is a weird poem, and just struck me at the oddest time.
The Teddy Bear: I had fun writing this one. . . hehe . . . lol.
Homecoming: I am on ch. 2 of this, and am building up a story . . . barely . . . and ch3 is on the way.