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NaNoWriMo Day 18: Meet Rachel Daylyn

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

Today was a great day for writing.  I was able to crank out a lot of words.  My vacation for Thanksgiving has begun.  I will be flying to Nashville on Monday to go to my sister‘s for the holiday.  I’m super pumped for it.

So far in the story, I’ve given you the plot, the first and second excerpts, and introduced you to Symon DeMyn.  But now I would like to introduce you to Princess Rachel, who is the oldest daughter of King Kaylon of Vastervale.  She was introduced in The Priest of Tears, but I’ve been able to expand her character a lot more.  She has a much bigger role in this story now.

Meet Rachel Daylyn, a secondary character of The Wayward Witch.

Meet Rachel Daylyn

Name: Rachel Lyndra Daylyn

Nickname: The Blacksmith Princess, the Fox

Age: 24

Hair: Short, black hair with a pink stripe on the right side

Skin: Caucasian

Favorite color: Pink

Favorite Music: Opera

Food: Succulent chicken and vegetables

Likes: Theater shows, a good drink, making arms and armor, bard songs, the Mythic Clerics (though she pretends like she doesn’t), Symon DeMyn (though she doesn’t let on)

Dislikes: The boring parts of the Creeds (the holy texts of the Five Divines), milk, yellow flowers, stubborn customers who are far too demanding

Most prized possession: Her blacksmith apron

Why?: It means a lot to her

Personality flaws: She has a big, sassy mouth

Personality strengths: She is loyal, and will go out of her way to tend to the needs of someone she cares about

Rachel Daylyn is the third of the five children of King Kaylon Daylyn and Queen Panella.  She is third in line for the throne behind her two older brothers.  Because of the near impossibility that she would ever have to be crowned Queen of Vestervale, she has been left to her own devices.  She also leaves the public “princess” duties to her younger sister, Valery.  She learned the ways of proper court and crown when she was a girl, and has these skills on reserve if she ever needs them, which is more often than she’d like.  She was also trained in the art of rulership if her service to the country was ever needed, like all her siblings.

When she turned thirteen, she became aware of the art of armor and weapon smiting.  She begged her parents to let her try her hand at it.  So she began to apprentice under Orlynd Mason, the country’s official Crown Blacksmith who, with his seven apprentices, crafted and maintained the Crown Paladin’s arms and armor.  She worked with for years and developed a knack and an eye for smiting.  She eventually became good enough that she opened her own private blacksmith shop when she turned 19.  Her father has used her for his special requests ever since.  Her skill became known worldwide, and she was soon crafting arms and armor for people all over, but always stayed local to keep close to her family.

She met Symon DeMyn when she was asked to craft a functional replica of the Mythic Clerics armor of legend for him.  She did so, but found a disliking that a commoner worthy of the Mythic Blades would be wearing her armor.  Over the three years of his appointment as Mythic Commander, however, she has grown to like the man, and though she won’t admit it to anyone, a little flirtatious with him, in her own, feisty way.

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Rachel has been a blast to write.  She’s sassy, and sassy is always fun to write.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 46,458/50,000!

Until the light returns,

Andrew Ronzino, King of Vastervale


NaNoWriMo Day 17: Doom and Gloom

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Tonight I started to write the Crown Masquerade in my story.  It’s a party where no one knows each other’s identities.  The most common beggar could mingle with the king and not even know who each other were.  I had a scene set at this ball in The Priest of Tears, and it’s one of my favorite scenes in the novel.

This year, Symon DeMyn is attending with Princess Rachel Daylyn, and they decided to coordinate their costumes (as the Commander of the Order of Faith and Honor, he’s allowed to know what the royal family is dressed as for security reasons).  They decided to do this for the fun of it.

I got the idea of their costumes from my friend Rachel (not the character, a real person, I swear).  I asked her advice, and she gave me a look and color concept.  I came up with what the costumes represented in the world.  They’re costumes of red, black, and silver clothing, with powdered wigs, masks, and feathers.  He’s dressed like a noble lord; she like a lady with fishnet gloves.

They are the mythological personification of death known as the Twins of Death.  There’s Lord Doom and Lady Gloom, commonly referred to as Doom and Gloom.  They have the power to kill with a touch and to decay with a glare.  But they’re quite misunderstood, as the deathly brother and sister are often regarded in myths as frightening but necessary and even loved characters.

Symon is Lord Doom and Rachel is Lady Gloom.  Their twinned costumes caused quite a stir at the ball, as people wondered who they really were.

I love writing.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 42,153/50,000!

Until peace is felt,

Andrew Ronzino, Who Death Looks For Under the Bed

NaNoWriMo Day 16: The Interlude…Again

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

First things first, I hit 40,000 words today!

It’s strange the way this played out.  On this day, two years ago, when I was writing The Priest of Tears, I wrote about an interlude I added to help me get out of a rut.  Now today, on the same day, I’m doing the same thing.  I did not plan this.

I felt like I needed something more, so I’m writing about what’s happening elsewhere in the world.  I’m writing about Haynk, the barkeeper of the Happy Nightwatcher Tavern, which was the tavern Symon always went to when he lived in Tiddleway.  Haynk has a run in with the Wayward Witch.  I’m going to use this as a way to explore her personality a little more as well as show what she’s planning.

Through writing this, I now know what I’m going to have her do to push Symon over the edge, and it’s not pretty.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 40,215/50,000!

Until we meet again,

Andrew Ronzino, Knight Radiant

NaNoWriMo Day 15: The Halfway Point

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

It’s day 15 of NaNoWriMo, the halfway point.  Just 15 more days until the end of November and the end of this year’s challenge.  Normally I’m a little further ahead than I am this year, but with the added responsibilities I have, I’m not surprised.

I still have no doubt that I’ll finished the challenge and then some, but I also still think that the quality of my writing this year isn’t as good as other years in the past.  But I’m not too worried about it.  It’s all rough draft anyway.

As I was writing today, I was downloading the audio book of Brandon Sanderson’s new novel in the Stormlight Archives series, Oathbringer.  I’m excited to start listening to that at work.  I like to listen to audio books while I’m at work, I get to absorb more novels that way and it helps the day go by faster.

That’s all for today.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 38,378/50,000!

Until I take over the world,

Andrew Ronzino, 008

NaNoWriMo Day 14: The Second Excerpt

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

Today I finally had some time to write.  I was able to get a decent amount of words in, which is good because I work tomorrow.

It’s past due for me to share another excerpt with you.  I’ve shared the first one, so this is the second one.  This contains the confrontation I mentioned yesterday.  It ended up being a lot shorter than I expected it to be.  This excerpt is the entire chapter, and it’s a short chapter for me.  Again, just like with all my excerpts, this is a vomit draft so please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gotten past my quick edit.  Let me know what you think of it.

Symon and the other Mythic Clerics made it to the Cleric’s Tower in record time, due to their speed.  Rachel was fine with them leaving her behind with Sir Pallow.  They strapped on their Mythic Blades and left Symon’s house.

When they reached the tower, they found a decent sized crowd there.  They were being held back by several guards, who were keeping them at bay and out of harm’s way.  There were some Crown Paladins among them too.

In front of the tower, standing on the top step by the door was a woman.  She was wearing a light blue cloak that covered her whole body.  The hood was up, shrouding her face in darkness.  She was tall and imposing.  A strange figure.  She almost looked inhuman the way she stood there.

The crowd parted for Symon and the other Clerics.  When out in the open, Symon stopped and looked up at the woman who was still a good thirty feet from him.

“Hello, friend,” Symon said.

“Symon DeMyn, Mythic Commander of the Order of Faith and Honor.”  Her voice was impossibly loud, it almost sounded like it was coming from all around them rather than just from the woman in front of them.  It caused the crowd to step back a little.  But it was also smooth and confident.

Symon stood his ground.  His hand on the hilt of the Divine Blade, his hair blowing in the small breeze that passed by.  “I take it you’re the Wayward Witch?”

“I am,” she said.  Her face was still obscured.

“Then, I am placing you under arrest for your crimes against the city of Vastervale,” Symon said.  He took a few steps towards her.

The Wayward Witch waved her hands and they ignited in flames.  There was gasps from some in the crowd, and screams from others.  She held her hands at chest level, the fire licking at her finger tips, but caused no burning.  “And what of your crimes, Symon DeMyn?”

Symon stopped his advance when her hands lit up.  “Crimes?  What are you speaking of?”

“I have come here not to talk but to make a demand of the city of Kalvyn’s Crossing.”  The fire in her hands turned from orange and yellow flames to blue, they flared.  “This man,” she pointed at Symon, “is a scourge upon this world.  His hands are not free of blood, death of innocent lives scream for his own.

“This is my demand: DeMyn’s sword, or Kalvyn’s Crossing’s blood. Resign or watch the city burn.  Those are your only options.  You have one day to surrender your sword to the Craven King and return to the hovel you call a village, if you do not, I will rend this city apart, and everyone who dies will be on your head.  Let it be known, if by sunset tomorrow the Mythic Commander had not given up his position, he is responsible for the blood that spills.”

Symon drew the Divine Blade. “I will not be threatened by you, Witch!” he shouted.  He rushed the woman, his blade posed to harm her rather than kill her.  He wanted to question this woman.  He bounded up the stairs in a blink, but she was gone. She had vanished.  Her body, and the fire, simply vanished.

There was a gasp from the crowd again.  Then another scream.  The Wayward Witch was now on the street at the bottom of the stairs.  Symon spun and jumped for her, but he fell right though her, as if she wasn’t even there.  It was like she was a ghost.  But her body still stood there, blue flames flickering from her hands.  He hood was still up, and he couldn’t quite see her face.

“You are no match for me, Mythic Commander.  My magic is beyond your understanding.  You have one day.  Do you want more blood on your hands?”  She laughed, a high pitched, angry laughter.  She then faded like a mirage in the desert.  Her laugh died shortly after she vanished, and the square fell quiet.  It was eerie.

Symon turned to look at his regiment.  The Mythic Clerics were standing there with their jaws dropped, their swords loose in their hands.

-Excerpt from The Wayward Witch; Chapter 17, by Andrew Ronzino

There you go.  Even though it’s short, I like it.  I had no preconceived ideas of where that would go.  And I like the way it turned out.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 35,169/50,000!

Until the next post,

Andrew Ronzino, Assistant to Mr. Scrooge

NaNoWriMo Day 13: The Confrontation

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

Valjean, at last,
We see each other plain
‘m’sieur le mayor, ‘
You’ll wear a different chain.

Oh sorry, that’s the wrong Confrontation.

This was another low word count day due to filming more video for the play.  But that’s okay, it was a busy day.  I’m glad I got to write a little bit.

I’ve reached an exciting part of the story, and I’ll be writing it tomorrow.  It is the first confrontation between Symon DeMyn, and the Wayward Witch.  They have yet to see or speak to each other.  I don’t really have a plan for how this will go, but I’m excited to see what becomes of it.

I’ll inform you of the results.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 32,485/50,000!

Until my race is run,

Andrew Ronzino, 24601

NaNoWriMo Day 12: Full Day

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

I’ve had a full day.

I woke up and did a little bit of writing.  Then I ran to the store.  Meijer is crazy on Sunday mornings!  Then I had to film a video for the Christmas play I’m directing (we’re using live theater and videos).  It was a long shoot.  Between set up, filming, and tear down, it took about six hours.  Then after I got home, I finished getting my daily words in for NaNo.  Then I promised I would help someone with a story they were writing for school.  Now that all of that is done, I’m writing this.

It’s been a busy day.  I got my daily amount of words in, had a successful film shoot, and I was able to help edit something for someone.

More writing and filming tomorrow.  Maybe some editing too?  I guess we’ll see.

I’m going to sleep.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 30,736/50,000!

Until zzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzz,

Andrew Ronzino, Blade Runner

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