I might as well take advtantage of this :)

Assignments all done, woohoo! (at least for the moment) *celebrates*. So, this is a segment that I put in for my folio outline under fantastical elements, and since I've begun writing the folio its taken up more attention. I've hesitantly called the idea Wicca, but I'm not sure on the name and if it has too many connotations with witches... :S


Magic/Wicca: The Wicca is the magical plane/world that extends over the physical plane of Geedrius(the world the story is set). All magic is sourced from the Wicca. In some cultures, the Wicca is known as Mana. Wicca/Mana are interchangeable with the word magic – essentially they all mean the same thing.

All manner to magical beings live in the Wicca, however, most people cannot see them.


Does the above idea clash with anyone's preconceived ideas of Wicca?

This is a serious question!

not really. I'm going to ditch the whole oriental thing I was talking about in my folio. When I read that Bad Film diaries article last week I thought I should actually get around to watching the old version of Planet of the Apes so I knew what it was going on about. Now I'm thinking of doing something like a human vs beast thingo. I'm thinking of some kind of chimera - not the traditional greek monster. At the moment I'm thinking cat (cos I like cats), bird, human combo, maybe lizard. Any suggestions? Any alternative ideas will be appreciated! XD

The Ruin

Don't know about everyone else, but I LOVE this poem. So, I thought I'd share it with the world. he he. Could be useful for any sort of medieval, fantasy, or anglo-saxon story - at least in my opinion, others are entitled to their own XD

Wondrous this masonry wasted by fate,
Giant-built battlements shattered and broken,
The roofs are in ruin; the towers are wrecked,
The frost-covered mortar; the cracking walls
Have sagged and toppled, weakened by Time…
Firmly the builder laid the foundations,
Cunningly bound them with iron bands;
Stately the palaces, splendid the baths,
Towers and pinnacles pointing on high;
Many a mead-hall rang with their revelry,
Many a court with the clangor of arms,

Till Fate the all-levelling laid them low.

–– The Ruin (an eighth-century A.D. Saxon poet, remarking on Roman ruins in Britain)[1]

[1] Trans. Kennedy, C. W., An Anthology of Old English Poetry, Oxford University Press, New York, 1960.