Saturday, February 26, 2011

Math Objects Made Into a House and a Baby :)

Vrenith and I made this:

                                                              Sweet Baby William :)

TAGGED! WHAT?!?!?!?! :(

Darn! Vrenith tagged me! :P

1). What's your wordcount?
2,000 Something another

2). How long until you finish?
Dunno, probably a lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggg time....

3). If you have finished, how long did it take you?
Uh... Just look above!
4). Do you have an outline?
5). Do you have a plot?
6). How many words do you typically write a day?
not much Vrenith needs to edit grrrrr...
7). What was your greatest word count in one day?
Dunno, Probably 1,000
8). What was your least impressive word count in one day?
"Ryebrynn"  that is one word..... deep.....
9). Who inspired you to write?
Lady Ellewyn
10). Does your novel/story have a theme song?
No. Impossible.
12). Which character is most like you?
13). Which character would you most likely be friends with?
Yotiah and Vrainten *hint hint wink wink*
14). Do you have a Gary-Stu or Mary Sue character?
What are you doing? Some people probably don't know who those people are!

15). Who is your favorite character in your novel?
Don't have one....
16). Have your characters ever done something completely unexpected?
17). Have you based any of your novel directly on your personal experiences?

18). Do you believe in plot bunnies?
What is a plot bunny???

19). Is there magic in your novel/story?
Hmmmmm... *thinks* NO!

20). Are there any holidays celebrated in your novel/story?
No. At-least not yet.

21). Does anyone die?
Yes. Vrainten dies.... *sniffs*
22). How many cups of coffee/tea have you consumed during your writing experience?
Ooh... Tough call...

23). What is the latest you've stayed up writing?

24). What is the best line?
I don't know!

25). What is the worst line?
"Now, now, non of that."
26). Have you dreamed about your novel/story or its characters?
Yes. Scary.... :)

27). Does your novel rely heavily on allegory?

28) Summarize your novel/story in under fifteen words.
Ryebrynn fights for freedom and along the road she meets Yotiah and they have many adventures together.

29). Do you love all your characters?
Yes, even Queen Jazaroonae....  Oops... *shuts mouth*

30). Have you done something sadistic or cruel to your characters specifically to increase your word-count?
Yes, but am not telling what.... *winks*
31). What is the last thing your main character ate?
32). Describe your main character in three words.
Adventurous free spirit
33). What does your antagonist dress up as for Halloween?
Blah! Who are you!
34). Does anyone in your story go to a place of worship?

35). How many romantic relationships take place in your novel/story?

36). Are there any explosions in your novel/story?

37). Is there an apocalypse in your novel/story?

38). Does your novel take place in a post-apocalyptic world?

39). Are there zombies, vampires, or werewolves in your novel/story?
Why are you asking such question? Blah! Totally not!

40). Are there witches, wizards, or mythological creatures/figures in your novel/story?
No, no, and maybe.

41).Is anyone reincarnated?

42). Is anyone physically ill?
Let me see... YES.

43). Is anyone mentally ill?

44). Does anyone have swine flu?
No, but Ryebrynn gets Malaria
45). Who has pets in your novel and who are they?
The Mistress has a cat.
46). Are there angels, demons, or any religious references/figures in your novel/story?

47). How about political figures?
Oh, yes...

48).Is there incessant drinking?
No... Ugh.

49). Are there boardgames? If so, which ones?
Nope. This isn't modern day writing! Tis fantasy!

50). Are there any dream sequences?
Define dream sequences.

51). Is there humor?
52). Is there tragedy?
Yes. Poor Yotiah... ACK!

53). Does anyone have a temper tantrum?
No, no, no!

54). How many characters end up single at the end of your novel/story?

55). Is anyone in your novel/story adopted?

56). Does anyone in your novel/story wear glasses?

57). Has your novel/story provided insight about your life?

58). Your personality?
Probably some.

59). Has your novel/story inspired anyone?
Lady Ellewyn...

60). How many people have asked to read your novel/story?

61). Have you drawn any of your characters?
Yes, most failed.

62). Has anyone drawn your characters for you?
Not that I know of.

63). Does anyone vomit in your novel/story?
I don't think so.

64). Does anyone bleed in your story?
What kind of a question is this? Yes. Lots! (my poor characters)

65). Do any of your characters watch TV?
Watch a what?

66). What size of shoe does your main character wear?
Why? Who are you, :P

67). Do any of your characters in your novel/story use a computer?

68). How would you act if your novel/story was erased entirely?
I'd cry and I'd probably faint from shock.....
69). Did you cry at killing off any of your characters
No, I haven't yet....
70). Did you cheer when killing off one of your characters?
I should hope not!! *is horrified*

71). What advice would you give a fellow writer?
Uh... Don't let Procrastination take over your writing....

72). Describe your ending in three words.
Ryebrynn is accepted.... *glares*

73). Are there any love triangles, squares, hexagons, etc.?

74). On a scale of 1-10 (one being the least stressful, ten being the most) how does your stress rank? 

75). Was it worth it?

Done finally! I tag, *drumroll* Millard!!!!

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Hail friends!
Today I am going to share my favorite LOTR scenes!
Have Fun!

His smile is hilarious!

I love this!
Yeah. And the other video's i couldn't get the embed code for...... Ok, I will tell you which scenes they are.
There is when Sam is talking about the stories, and when Legolas is sliding down the stairs at the battle of Helms Deep, and last but not least when Sam is carrying Frodo up the mountain to destroy the ring. :)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Dedicated to: Lady Ellewyn (an Elf), For Being My Inspiration.J

Running away

Ryebrynn ran. She ran from her troubles, she ran from the Orphanage and its commanding Mistress and Master. She was scared of the bite of the Master’s whip. Scared that she might be caught by the Mistress’s hunting hounds. Almost too scared, causing her to tremble and trip. She prayed, and prayed, her feet were cut and her clothes were in rags. She stumbled and nearly fell, looking down, and saw something. It was a glimmering purple mound lying solitary on the ground.  Curious, she stooped; seeing it was an animal alone in the wilderness, she gently picked it up, wondering what it was. Holding a finger in front of its tiny nose, Ryebrynn felt the faint breath of life.  “You’re beautiful,” she murmured. “But what are you?” As Ryebrynn was turning the creature over in her hands, she felt small raised bumps on its skin. Investigating further, she discovered that they were tiny scales… and the lumps of wet cloth-like membrane folded on either side were it’s… wings!  Just then, Ryebrynn heard hoof beats and the baying of hound dogs.  With a burst of panic, she sprinted off, farther east into the dark forest. The Workhouse had sent men out after her. That must be it. A surge of fear entered her heart as she heard dogs approaching. Oh, so tired! She desperately wanted to stop, to catch her breath, but they were hot on her trail, leaving her no choice but to run, holding the small, purple bundle against her chest. Her feet bled profusely, and she was alone, utterly alone. She wept, and realized she still held the small dragon. Or, at least, she thought it was a dragon. Clutching the dragon closer, she wept for her lost life, she wept for her pain, she wept because she had nowhere to go, and soon the men would catch up. “I… I have to do this,” She muttered, hiding the tiny dragon in her tunic pocket (for it was only a few inches long at the time, newly hatched) and set off to meet with the men chasing her, tears running down her face. The men harshly yelled at her, causing Ryebrynn to flinch. One slapped her, and she barely kept back a gasp. She was quickly led back to the Orphanage—to punishment.
* * *

Chapter 1
The Feast

Ryebrynn awoke to a rough shout “Wake Up!” from the Waker-boy. Groaning, the fifteen year-old girl rolled out of bed—if you could call it that, for it was just a simple, thin mattress—and pulled on her tunic over her leggings and undershirt that she had worn to bed. Wincing from the pain of yesterday’s beatings, she slipped out the door with the seven other girls that shared her room to get to work. They would not get food until noon, and not even then if their work was not sufficient enough. “Get on,” ushered the guards, prodding the girls with their spears lightly. They heard the loud banging of hammers and nails as the boys added on a few more rooms, for the number of orphans being brought to the Orphanage was increasing. Ryebrynn wearily stepped into the sewing room to mend clothes for the Mistress. A tall, gray-haired woman with startling blue eyes handed her a folded dress. “Ryebrynn,” She said shrilly. “You are lucky today. The Mistress has entrusted her feast dress in your care. You are to mend that tear on the arm—” The woman flicked her wrist toward a thumb-sized hole in the seam. “And embroider it more intricately. If you don’t, you know the penalty.” “Yes, Madam Mar.” Grumbling under her breath, Ryebrynn carried the work over to a corner and sat down, starting to mend the small hole first. But when she yanked a little too hard on the thread, the needle came out of her grasp and fell to the floor. When she tried to pick it up, she accidentally pricked herself, the sharp needle sinking skin-deep. With a cry she dropped it and stuck her finger in her mouth. She finished the dress, passing it under Madam Mar’s inspection. “Good enough,” She said. “Now I need to you to go and buy meat and milk for the feast.” “Yes, Ma’am.” Ryebrynn replied meekly. While the other girls where making new clothes, Ryebrynn stepped outside, breathing in the fresh spring air. With a sigh she walked toward the butcher’s, stopping in to buy food for the Mistress, who was to have a grand feast with all the prominent people of the city tonight. Once back, she went to the kitchen and began putting the food away until it was to be used. Just then the Cook walked in, speaking fast. “I’ve been looking all over for you, child! You are late. Come, come, lets get right to it, now!” figure slouched, Ryebrynn followed him to the pantry and pulled down the thick, musty recipe book. They got to work immediately, not stopping for hours. Her black apron was splattered with flour by the time she paused to push the loose strands of hair off of her face. The Cook scolded and made her wash her hands. Sighing, Ryebrynn obeyed. Most girls would rather cook than read, but she loved reading and hated cooking. When would this stop?  But, alas, it was required. Ryebrynn helped the Cook bake cakes and sweets for hours for the feast. She wondered where the Mistress and Master had gotten enough money to afford this, because though they looked rich, they were not as wealthy as they seemed. “Probably from the money sent for the upkeep,” She thought scornfully, her hands buried in the floury dough that she was kneading. When she set the pans of bread out to rise, she took a small break but was once more made to keep going by the Cook. When all was ready, the feast set up, Ryebrynn was sent to retrieve dishes of food to serve the tables. She walked out in a line of servants that dispersed to the different parts of the table and set their burdens down. The Master stood, clapping his hands for silence. He lifted his hands to the ceiling, making a show of his ‘prayer’. Ryebrynn had never been sure if there was truly a god, so she usually didn’t bother with prayer. The Master’s was short, but flowery. “O God of the Heavens, bestow thou blessings upon Your humble servants, allow us to partake of this beautiful food that is Your gift to us.” Lowering his hands, he sat and took a bite of his food. The others began to eat, and the chatter began. Ryebrynn just stood off to the side and leaned tiredly against the wall. Serving wine when needed and assisting those who needed her, Ryebrynn became even more tired. When she was finally about to drop, she was dismissed and allowed to go to her room. She fell on the bed without pulling up the thin coverlet, almost immediately asleep, dreaming of nothing for the time being.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Hail all Elves and Such!

Welcome! I am Ryebrynn, Pirate and Swordmaiden! As this is my FIRST post, I will post a review I wrote on Isle of Fire. Have Fun Reading It!

Isle Of Fire

The spell-binding adventure continues as Captain Ross and his crew become pirate hunters for the British Government and Cat captains his own ship. This intriguing, action-packed adventure will keep intermediate readers eagerly turning pages to find out if . . . There is a way to overcome the Vikings' powerful weapon on the Rain of Fire England's greedy king will betray the pirate-hunters and keep the monks' treasure for himself The ruthless pirate Bartholomew Thorn is still alive A evil Merchant finds a person continue his malevolent ways Cat regains his memory and will profess his faith or join the Merchant's crusade Anne escapes the Merchant's Lair