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rodario.bsky.social
@rodario.bsky.social
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Fantasy writer who is still trying to figure it all out. Current WIP's are mix between Eragon & HTTYD.
Book 2 of the Drakaros Trilogy happens in the Scorched Rainlands AKA Mor'Kaelin
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G'morning #WIPSnips. I feel toasted. Had to sweep in the desert sun, needed a second shower afterwards. Blech.
Anyway, snip from TLC.
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The alien sits quietly without speaking for several seconds, just staring at the wall. “I haven’t eaten properly in two days,” they say suddenly. “Yeah?” “I was gonna use your bounty to stock up some food. That’s not a possibility anymore. Can’t hock any of this crap for cash,” they say, their eyes scanning the room sullenly. How do you even respond to that? Except for a tepid and possibly insincere sounding ‘I know how that is, man’. “I see. Is there nothing else you can do?” I ask gently, unsure on how to handle the situation. “No, I burned a lot of bridges lately and I’m out of options,” the alien said, still staring at the wall. “Needed to be burned, but now I’m hungry.” I nod along, recognising the similar life notes. “Okay? Is there something like food assistance you can get here?” I ask and immediately regret it. The alien’s head snaps in my direction, their eyes narrowing sharply. “Okay, okay, nevermind, I guess that’s not an option. I mean, I’ve had to take that type of help before, so I know. Hell, I got fired this morning too. It’s not the end of the world.” I say, struggling to find the words.
December 31, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips. The sun is indeed shining... and i hate it. Too much bright light, me no likey.
Proved useful in this scene from TLC, though.
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“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling an edge of panic stir within me. “Well, for starters we might need to head back to Rondu to recharge and then we can come back to resume the search pattern. I don’t know how long he’d be willing to expend resources like that before he calls off the pre-deal, then I don’t-“ The console in front of Driona suddenly explodes into activity, throwing a sea of scrolling data at her. “Oh… Oh! Jennifer, how many planets are in your solar system?” she asks. “Uh, nine? Well, officially eight, but one planet got demoted to dwarf planet and a lot of people still argue about it? Officially eight, four rocky and four gas giants with a bunch of moons,” I explain, reaching back to remember the details from high-school. “Yellow star, four rockies, asteroid belt and then four gas giants?” Driona asks. “Yes! Earth is the third one from the sun!” “Looks like we found your home, Jennifer! Setting course now!” Driona says, tapping away at a keyboard on the console and then jumping into the pilot seat. “We’ll be there in a minute or so!”
December 30, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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My snips for the word of today: Sun
Snips might be late or not come at all, holiday at the in-laws
Kiradeii has brought Kalia into the woods around the Academy of Veltharyn.

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December 30, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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G'morning #WIPSNips! Back to TLC, as i neglected to write anything last night into Cavern Clipper's sequel. Enjoy!
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“I don’t understand! I just want to go home!” I reply, and the alien makes a very human-sounding ‘tch!’ noise and advances on me. Before I can react two hands are grasping my shoulders and holding me in place while the left hand with the instrument starts poking it into my rib-cage. I look down and my blood instantly runs cold, because it looks like they’re shoving a gun into my ribs. “Wait! Wait, you don’t have to do this! Please, don’t do this, I don’t want to die!” I start rambling incoherently as my life flashes in front of my eyes and I lose the thread of speech. I only know that I’m still begging for my life as the gun moves across my chest. The alien’s face shifts to an expression of confusion. I don’t know from what, because my head is only filled with one thought as my mouth runs on autopilot. Oh fuck I’m so going to die here! After half a minute the alien gives up with a grunt of frustration and lets go of my shoulders, and I slump back onto the cargo containers. They step back and start talking in a tone of voice that, while the words are still incomprehensible, carry large amounts of demanding an explanation to it. They’re still pointing the gun at me. Now that my arms are free I hold them up into the classic surrender gesture, palms open and pointing at them.
December 28, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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My snips for the word of today: Thread
Again, more Midwinter Festival in Fishtide Village.

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December 28, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! More bits from the Cavern Clipper sequel scene I wrote the past several days.
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What she, and basically everyone else on the three interlocked ships, was staring at were the three figures making their way towards the central gangplank between the Silverbrow and Olympus. On the left walked Doctor Yvonne in a blue-green dress and her hair done up in an almost beehive hairdo with a few strands hanging down behind. The dress covered her shoulders and arms midway down to her elbows, and she wore white gloves that stretched halfway up her forearm. On the right walked Milly in a mauve dress with a tastefully revealing neckline and thin shoulder straps. But Sam’s attention only lingered on the both of them momentarily, as the figure in the middle completely stole all the attention from everywhere all at once. Nyxel. In a perfectly white dress with one thick solid gold line running from neck to ankle on the right side. The dress went up and around her neck, with a plunge down the middle almost down to her navel with cowls flanking the void. Her arms and back were completely open and free of obstruction, showing her blue skin for all to see, down to the lowest part of her back, from his vantage point ending just above the start of her curve there. The rainbow colouration of her folded wings and her blue skin contrasted wonderfully against the white, Sam thought.
December 27, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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My Snip for today for the word: Doctor
It is quite a depressive and not christmas/holiday happy scene, so a smaller snip for today
Snow and ice covered Silvercrest Lake sooner than normal, creating a famine in Brimharrow.

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December 27, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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My snip for the word of today: Type
A typical human asking about type. Luckily Kiradeii and Kalia are creative trying to figure it out while she is still in the egg.

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December 26, 2025 at 8:43 AM
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G'Happy Holidays, #WIPSnips! This is from something I wrote for Cavern Clipper's sequel last night in a frenzy, something I shouldn't be thinking about at all for at least several months, but I had no choice!
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“Just a breath of air, captain,” Sam answered and turned to face her. “Not used to such gatherings?” she asked him. She was by far the most visually attracting person in Sam’s field of view, with a crimson dress that accentuated every single feature without revealing much of anything at all. Doc was very good at her side job, Sam decided then and there. “Last ‘gathering’ like this I was at was senior prom. Other than that, not much except the occasional end of year function or similar, but nothing like this,” Sam answered, eyes sweeping over the people and the orchestra again, and this time also taking in the drinks table and the several food tables, all covered in visually delicious food. He’d tried some. He’d been solidly whelmed, is all he could say about what was on offer. “I have to admit,” the captain said, turning to face the gathering beside him, mirroring his leaning stance on the railing as she did so, “it’s been a while since I’ve been at something like this before. Formal evening wear and all, speeches and declarations, dancing still to come, not enough drink or food. I’ve had chef make something for us when we get back so we’re not starving by tomorrow.” “Well that’s a relief, at least!” Sam said with more gusto than he’d been able to muster all evening, making the captain smile.
December 25, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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Merry Christmas to all and everyone! 🎅🎄🤶
May we write and read many stories in 2026
December 25, 2025 at 8:13 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Back into TLC again, and i really had to dig and synonym for today's prompt word 9and even then it's a stretch even for me).
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My brain kicks in, finally, presenting me with the bit of problematic wording I’d missed earlier. “Hey, what did you mean by you’re hoping that the ship holds together one more time?” I ask as terror fills my entire digestive tract, and I’m hoping I don’t embarrass myself in a messy way. “Too late now, Jennifer, we’re entering the atmosphere!” Driona declares cheerfully. A bowl of bright orange flame appears below us, a half-circle of it around the underside of the ship. It’s held at bay by some kind of blue wall of energy. Both grow brighter and brighter as the moon rises up from below and the ship starts shaking violently around us. Driona laughs at it all. I’m wondering if it’d be appropriate to pray to someone at this point, and I try to remember what words are while my body tries its hardest to roll up into a singular point. I should have just gone to crash on Joey’s couch like he’d offered.
December 24, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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My snip of today for the word: Goblet
I got cup instead of goblet
Kaelor is a side character that is helping and powering a more important character.

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December 24, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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Welcome to ancient faerie tunnels ...

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The shift from excavated labyrinth to natural wasn’t revealed so much by the cooling of the air, or the walls turning from shored-up dirt to black stone—but by the magic. First a trickle, and then a torrential downpour. Mist billowed up not long after they passed the last sconce, and with it a subtle blue glow. Even May’s enhanced werewolf eyes lost sight of Skalva in the dimness, relying on her sense of smell, her hearing, and that sixth sense of spatial awareness that knew where they were. Blue-green moss grew in uneven patches along the dark walls. At first she thought it was bioluminescent, but when she scraped some off with her thumb, it had no glow.
December 23, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Something else for today, the opening segment of a little Short Story I started yesterday. Writing a monster undergoing a bitter depressive spiral was... something, to say the least.
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Her somewhat bleached claws tapped in increasing frustration on the stone of one of the seven rock outcropping around which this human settlement was built. Built… such a loaded term, as these ‘structures’ were all what the humans called pre-fab, built somewhere else and just put together here. Faint lights littered out of them into the cold overcast night as the ruminated. Somewhere else, she mused. Maybe back on Earth? The thought brought those bitter memories back yet again. Of the humans suddenly going entirely insane for reasons that took her kind far too long to realise, almost up until the humans were leaving the planet in vast ships. Of the Ruin Rain, a dense cloud of broken vessels of some other mortal race out in the unending universe, drifting through the void until it met their precious blue and green planet. Of the mad scramble for some place to survive, only to be told by the most intelligent of their immortal kind of the need to flee like the humans. Of travelling to the last vessel amidst the destruction, certain that the human crew, still waiting for the last fleeing humans that could not come anymore, would bar their passage and guaranteeing the immortal’s deaths anyway.
December 23, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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My snip of today for the word: Stone
Spread over 2 books (170k) I used the word 300 times, I like to use it as a description, or so it seems.
This snip is of Kiradeii bonding with Kalia during the Ritual of the Forsaken Flame

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December 23, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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My snip of today for the word: Angle
Kiradeii hunting in the forest near Fishtide Village. Long before her adventure began.

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December 22, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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May leaned her head back against the tree and pretended tears weren’t cleaving tracks through the muck on her cheeks. The sun had set, and the nearly-full moon and radioactive cloud cover gave the frosty forest a ghostly, silvery glow. A mix of leafless branches and conifer needles bracketed the sky. An airplane blinked its lights as it traveled across the deep violet, so high up in the atmosphere it was a barely audible rumble even to her oversensitive ears.
December 21, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Day two of me doing nothing writing related for a little rest break for finishing TLC's first draft. Feels weird not to write. Well here we see Jennifer doing working, as will be come usual in her future.
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Lastly comes someone that, frankly, makes me glad that I’m not prone to anxiety, because it would have surely given me an attack if I had. The shuttle actually rocks from side to side as the obviously mechanical form steps out and down. Two legs, thickly packed machinery longer than my body and thicker than it as well, disappearing into a long green cloak, tattered at the edges. It stands twice as tall as I do, and I resist the urge to bend backwards. The cloak wraps around the entire form, obscuring whatever is underneath from view. An eagle-like head, silvery and shiny, protrudes from the top of the cloak. It has four glowing yellow eyes, and the head swivel's around to take stock of the entire surrounding area. “I see Rondu’s been busy, and not just with making a brain for himself,” the machine says and lowers down to the height of an average man, which is less reassuring than you’d think, as it’s still obvious that all of that is still under there. “Not just with that, no. He’s been busy with other matters as of late,” I say, and somehow manage to keep my voice from shaking. I think I deserve a little treat later on for that monumental achievement.
December 21, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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My snip of today for the word: Silver
Had 47 choices, Silvercrest Lake and a blue serpent with silver lines.
The snip is about wyvern Grifnir and drake Kalia, the dragons of the MC's

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December 21, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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Repeat!
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“Are there no men here?” Kirk muttered, tense at her side. Derek looked completely unfazed, his default grumpy expression and general stick-up-the-ass constitution doing much to hide whether he was any more perturbed than usual. He made to lean against a heavy oak bookcase, overflowing with books and oddities, then seemed to think better of it and lowered himself onto a rug. “Of course there’s men!” guffawed an undine. The undulating light sources—battery operated tea lights, candlesticks, a jar of fireflies—danced over her scales like she was still a creature underwater. “We keep ’em in the basement!”
December 20, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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G'morning #WIPSnips. I am so flarpin tired after the effort of the last three months and the whole year as well, so i kinda know where Jennifer (narrator) is coming from at the end there. Also, synonym choice, didn't have 'default' on me.
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They asked about galactic laws and conventions governing PMCs, and I can tell you my head was spinning by the end from how deeply Rondu explained it, but it basically boiled down to as long as the organisation has no direct link to Earth in any way, like banking connections, they’d be free top operate without attracting reprisal strikes on humanity, which is a big relief to hear. PMCs are legal and numerous, and the conventions of war seems fairly understandable. They asked about casualties, and it comes out that the Kowellians have extremely adept medical capabilities. More of a score for me in that case. They asked about the client meeting process, and Driona volunteered for this one. As always, she mentions having all sorts of contacts through which initial contracts could be found when the business became established. They asked about mission failure parameters, and I have to admit that my eyes started glazing over at that point and I lost the thread of the conversation, but I do remember mention of ‘minimal casualties are a must, therefore contracts can stipulate unacceptable losses would be grounds for contract nullification if seen fit’, which seems to please both Cynthia and Joey.
December 20, 2025 at 8:43 AM
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My snip of today for the word: Default
After Kiradeii ran way from Fishtide, she stumbled upon what could be the start of her own adventure.

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December 20, 2025 at 10:21 AM
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My snip of today for the word: High
Rodario, the mc, his parents have been found guilty for assassinating King Aldric. Now him and his sister Elara are wanted criminals. Each ran in a different direction, trying to survive

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December 19, 2025 at 9:46 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Try not to pull something while you're bending over backwards to catch a glimpse of TLC high up in the sky! These officers are certainly struggling with this.
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Driona and I step off of Rondu’s intricately designed shuttle-pod thing and walk onto the GU landing pad on Trinaru. I look up to see Rondu’s sea urchin ship high up in orbit, and the hushed, worried flow of whispers from the GU uniformed police around the pad makes all kinds of sense. If I was going about my daily business and suddenly see that up in the sky, I’d probably shit myself a little too. “This… this way please,” a uniformed tortoise says to me, waving us in the direction of a large, ornate white building with a dome in the middle. I’ve never been here before, and neither has Driona by the look of her expression. “Happy to, officer!” I say brightly and walk in the indicated direction. Driona falls into step beside me, and the GU officers lining the path to the far off doors straighten up and stop looking up towards Rondu’s new ship.
December 19, 2025 at 8:46 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips! an early drop this morning! Didn't expect something to be ready the moment my PC roared to life today. A much better surprise than Jennifer is about to receive in TLC just now.
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We’re only barely on the way to the central hub when Rondu’s voice comes through my bracelet again. “Heads up! We have visitors!” My head snaps up to the sky, looking to see if a bunch of enemy ships are there, but see only our TLC ships. “Who? And where?” I ask him in return. “GU shuttle, it’s entering the atmosphere now,” Rondu replies, and I spot the bright spot of a small ship entering the thin atmosphere far above. “Pad seven, they’re requesting you meet them there,” Rondu continues, and I look sideways at Joey at the controls. He frowns at me, but turns the pad in that direction anyway. The shuttle touches down right as we reach the pad in question, and one uniformed tortoise descends down the extended ramp as I set foot on the concrete near him. “Jennifer Carpenter of Terra Legionis Cohors?” the tortoise asks me. “Yes?” I say in reply. “Captain Iridus of GU security. You’ve been summoned to an investigative tribunal to testify on events in Trinaru space earlier today, you and the personnel indicated on the summons that can testify as to what occurred,” he says and hands me a tablet computer. I take it out of his hand.
December 18, 2025 at 8:03 AM