Posts Tagged ‘Kerri’s Creatures’

Novel Forecast

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Apr 20 2012

Okay, so the poll came out tied between Scripts to the site or a Novel–so I’m making an executive tie-break in favor of the novel. The next question is what should the novel be about–I’ve got two ideas I think are about ready to be developed and so today I give you some info on them and a new poll for which you would most like to see (or think has the best market potential). It’s funny, I think they both would end up being classified as “Young Adult” Novels–which is funny because I’ve got some personal beef with that term that I won’t go into now but will surely come up again another of these Forecast Friday.

You can use the search bar at the top of the right hand column to find more information about the first Novel concept; Kerri’s Creatures. She’s received some flash-fiction attention over the last year but isn’t satisfied with that and is demanding a larger work dedicated to her and her struggles.

Kerri Wynter

Age: 13
Race: Human
Class: Sorceress

Kerri is a sorceress in training who was left to fend for herself after the untimely disappearance of her mother. Of course, before she vanished Kerri’s mother left her daughter with a considerable inheritance that includes a creepy old mansion and a menagerie of monsters no sane person would be jealous of.

Torn between desires for a normal teenage life and to be the most powerful sorceress the world has ever known, Kerri’s life is a balancing act made more complicated by her unconventional inheritance. Her best friends end up being similarly distanced from society as herself, but together they help each other toward their goals.

Appropriately to Kerri’s desires, the story is an Urban Fantasy with a balance between the magical and the mundane–though set in an alternate world and erring pretty strongly toward magical.


The other Novel possibility I’m considering would actually expand on the events of the next generation in the world of Niar–with of course appearances from some of the cast of this site’s original serial, Niar Saga. Though the story really is about the next generation and will stand alone just fine.

Leona Banisher

Age: 16
Race: Human
Class: Demon Hunter

Leona Banisher is the daughter of the legendary Andrew Banisher, the Last Demon Hunter. Trained from birth to take over her father’s legacy, she goes into battle wielding his sacred implements–the fullblade Banisher from which the family takes its name, and the amulet Oracle. Her demeanor is serious and her dedication to Demon Hunting is single-minded like her father–but unlike him it was never a path she chose for herself.

No sooner had Leona’s training been completed than she was sent to travel the world, eradicating the evil that had risen since her father’s death. She works alone and frequently surprises those she meets with her ability to wield her massive sword, and unflinching battle-readiness. Her world is turned on end after meeting the teenage bard, Lysander Devonwilde, as she begins to discover the joy of friendship and risks opening her heart to another person for the first time.

Leona’s story is a classic Fantasy Adventure set in the world of Niar, and spanning much of the world (though not always the same locations as Niar Saga).


So, which story are YOU interested in? Feel free to ask clarifying questions in order to figure it out, and of course if you know someone who might read either story once its finished tell them to swing by too.

Happy Halloween!

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 31 2011

How cool that Halloween came on one of my regular posting days, eh? Lost Girls’ Society continues as normal, and the current poll closes around 1pm today–fortunately the tie is broken for now.

And now a parting shot from Kerri’s Creatures–I encourage you to go back and check out the others here on the main page as well as Lady Antimony’s Ghouls Galore Challenge that inspired them.

I know, it’s not that good–but hopefully still entertaining?

Kerri’s Creatures-Week 4

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 29 2011

“It wasn’t my idea to live with an encyclopedia’s worth of monsters,” Kerri explained, “My mother left everything to me.”

“Well, I think your creatures are fabulous.” Mirro smiled airily.

Then sudden thunderous borborygmus from behind Kerri’s house demanded investigation. If Frank had forgotten to feed Burt there was going to be hell to pay!

Burt, supposedly the greatest of the creatures her mother had left to her. Kerri’s personal protector. A white-scaled old dragon who was so ancient he couldn’t even stay awake long enough to say his own name, ‘Burt’ being all the more he’d ever gotten out! Dragons were supposed to get stronger as they aged, and she’d never heard of one getting old enough to reverse that process.

Great! No sign of Frank; but The Professor was standing in Burt’s mouth, holding it open. Before Kerri could stop her, Mirro joined The Professor in Burt’s mouth.

“Oh, Professor, you’re so brave!” Mirro wrapped her arms around him. “Just think, if your strength gave out we could both be digested in mere moments!”

“Professor! What are you doing in Burt’s mouth? And where’s Frank?” Kerri growled.

The Professor stuttered an unsatisfying ramble attempting to respond to both Mirro and Kerri, cut short by the return of the cadaver golem, Frank, bearing Burt’s steak and pill.

“Frank! What’s going on here?” Kerri stamped her foot, “I told you to prop Burt’s mouth open with a beam, not The Professor!”

“Beam broke!” Frank’s cacophonous laughter echoed over the hills.

Kerri’s Creatures-Week 3

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 22 2011

No more monsters, ghosts or demons today! Kerri had done more than enough and just needed to get away for some hard earned rest. She rushed across the drive to her friend Mirro’s house. Mirro arrived six months ago and constructed for herself a reflection of Kerri’s family mansion—and Kerri had been glad for a friend who at least might be human.

Just as Kerri was about to knock on Mirro’s front door, a peal of flatulence rang out from behind the house. Kerri froze; she could just pretend she didn’t hear it—or the giggling that had followed… Or the… What was back there? Kerri peered around the corner of the house out of morbid curiosity, a look of incredulous horror already plastered on her face for whatever she saw back there.

“What is that?!” Kerri screamed in frustration as she beheld the laughing, neighing, giggling misshapen creature behind Mirro’s house.

“Oh, Kerri, I was just about to come see you.” Mirro’s dreamy voice preceded her descent down the side of her house, passed down by a chain of the severed hands she kept in her room. “That’s a Gormagon. They’re quite rare.”

Kerri stared slack jawed at the massive incoherent mishmash of limbs, heads and unmentionables. “Why is it here?”

“Well, you have lots of fascinating creatures at your place, but I thought you didn’t have one of these.” Mirro smiled. “I found it outside an old tavern and decided to absquatulate with it.”

“You what?”


Kerri’s Creatures-Week 2

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 15 2011

Kerri hesitated before the massive Sigil on the wall. Exhausted from an interrupted night’s sleep was no condition to face a Crown Prince of Hell. Yet if she didn’t do it now his power would grow and the end result would be the same. Kerri’s blue hair, white cloak and pink tunic were perfect—he wouldn’t make fun of her appearance this year! She just hoped he couldn’t see through the magic she used to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Tapping her sapphire wand-tip against the Sigil, Kerri felt herself pulled down into the chthonic depths and lavish waiting room of Lucifer. The perfectly manicured fiend smiled as Kerri appeared across from him.

“Has it been a year already? But my, from how you’ve grown, I suppose it must have been!”

“I trust my lord is still finding his accommodations comfortable?” Kerri forced a smile and curtsey.

The suave Morning Star inclined his head noncommittally and gestured for Kerri to sit. Kerri smiled pleasantly as she sat across from Lucifer, rather than the spot he indicated next to him. She should have known those black eyes would cut through her pretense like icy daggers. She’d like nothing better than to release him, if she thought he’d be satisfied with just that. How was she going to get him to agree to another year’s imprisonment?

“Refreshment?” Lucifer offered with a sharp-toothed smile.

Kerri forced herself not to look at the entranced form of her mother kneeling next to her.

Tuesday Tales-Kerri’s Creatures at the Cathedral

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 10 2011

The air was still as death. Even the soft click of Kerri’s boots on the cobblestone drowned out the distant thunder, with a sad loneliness that wouldn’t even echo. Stopping outside the deteriorating old cathedral Kerri could hear the far off storm—and wished it would make up its mind to blow on in. If it were raining outside that would at least make her decision to go inside much easier. Kerri wasn’t really surprised Mirro had suggested they meet here, but she shivered under the foreboding gaze of the old building. It seriously felt like it was watching her!

*** Continued from Tuesday Tales***

It looked like Mirro was probably already here; she’d left the side door open. Kerri made her way in with a sigh. Just once she’d like to meet in a nice, well-lit, coffee house—or even go shopping at the mall! If Mirro had wanted to hang out in a creepy old building they could’ve just stayed at the mansion Kerri’s mom had left to her… Actually, it was nice to get out of the mansion. Kerri was just picking her way through the overturned folding tables and chairs toward the main hall, when she froze!

This wasn’t an old building at all! It was all blown out, but there was electrical lighting overhead, and in spite of the old gothic style the building was too perfectly formed to be hand-craft. There wasn’t even any dust, which was more than Kerri could say for her own house! As if on cue, the side door slammed shut behind Kerri!

“Mirro? Is that you?” Kerri felt stupid just for asking, but raised her voice anyway, “Come on! Where are you?”

Drawing her wand from her embroidered tunic, Kerri illuminated the end to better examine her surroundings. Now that she looked at them from this side, it looked like the tables and chairs had been set up to barricade the side door. Moving on to the main hall, Kerri noted more damage to the stone inside the cathedral. The stone wasn’t weathered; it looked more like it had been clawed.

“Mirro! This isn’t funny! Where are you?”

Kerri grimaced as an acrid spectrum of rotting scents hit her from the main hall. Pews were scattered and the banners around the room were far too red for the otherwise dark cathedral. Twisted and dismembered bodies of the clergy were flung about the room, and… Where the banners pooling? Gross! Covering her face with her cloak, Kerri did her best to block out the smell as she crept into the room. The clergy were torn apart and left with horrified death-masks, partially devoured. Kerri noticed a trail of blood leading up the stairs to the tower. She also couldn’t help noticing that amid all the corpses and discarded body parts, there was no sign of any of the clergy’s hands. Careful to keep her white boots out of the gore and ichor, Kerri followed the blood trail up to the tower. Already she regretted coming here.

There were a few more dismembered handless bodies on the stairs, mostly at the landings, and the blood trail wound relentlessly upward. At last Kerri heard the carefree humming of her friend, and came upon Mirro kneeling by the corpse on the next landing. Long black hair, dark eyes and pale skin defined Mirro—that and the Victorian fashioned shoes and dresses she liked to wear. If she’d wear brighter colors, like a nice daffodil, she could be cute—but instead she always appeared vaguely gothic. Like the cathedral.

“Oh, hello, Kerri.” Mirro’s voice was as airy as ever.

Kerri groaned as she watched Mirro drag her fingertip over the wrists of the corpse in front of her, severing the hands by sundering reality, and dropping them into an extra dimensional pocket. The blood didn’t show clearly on Mirro’s black dress, but was already caking on her pale hands.

“Mirro! Please tell me you didn’t do this!”

Mirro’s eyes widened in surprise, “Of course not! I haven’t killed anyone in ages!”

Kerri sighed with relief she was determined to hold onto as long as she could, “So then, what are we doing here?”

“A little bird told me we might find something interesting here.” Mirro smiled dreamily, “And no reason to waste perfectly good hands.”

Of course, as Mirro stood up Kerri couldn’t help following her and the blood trail the rest of the way up. Now the pressing question was what did do this? And what if it was still here?

“It was a lovely moon last night, don’t you think?” Mirro glanced back over her should as they reached the door at the top of the tower.

The blood trail went inside. Before Kerri could object, or even cast basic protective spells, Mirro pushed the door open. And whatever Kerri had been expecting, it wasn’t what she saw. A naked guy, pretty cute actually, cradling the mauled body of a young nun—rocking and crying. He heard the squeal of the door opening though, and looked up at Mirro and Kerri with hopelessness and despair.

“She said, they could help me! She said they could do something about it! She said they could stop the changes!”

Kerri wasn’t sure what to say, though Mirro didn’t have that problem.

“She has lovely hands.”

Kerri’s Creatures Week 1

Uncategorized | Posted by davidludwig
Oct 08 2011

The little hairs on the back of Kerri’s neck stood up in response to the eerie whistling picking up in intensity then suddenly cutting off with the shriek of nails on a chalk board! Rushing downstairs bejeweled wand in hand Kerri swore she’d end that obnoxious noise one way or another! Two in the morning? Whoever it was, she wouldn’t forgive them!

“Ah? Mistress Kerri? Is it morning already?” The Professor looked up from his books as Kerri burst into his study. He looked so dopey with those huge round glasses! Kerri didn’t even think zombies needed glasses.

“No! It’s not morning! What’s that terrible noise?!”

The Professor cocked his head to listen, “I do not hear anything…”

Suddenly all the books began flying off his shelves in a vindictive storm! Kerri surrounded herself with a shield charm, while the Professor’s eyes widened pathetically. Even as he was knocked about by books, realization dawned on the Professor’s face.

“I hear something.”

Dropping her face into her free hand, Kerri groaned, “What is it? Can you do anything about it?”

“It is books.” The Professor nodded, even as one smartly smashed his glasses and nose with its spine. “It is not books. Books do not do this.” The Professor’s thinking was as boustrophedonic as his favorite texts, but there was nothing to do but wait for him to get to the end. “Poltergeists do this. We have a poltergeist.”

“What spell gets rid of poltergeists?” Kerri braced for a rambling answer.