Alder's Grove

Outside Help - a crew that bounces from population base to population base, providing jack-of-all-trades outside help (they got their name from a challenge back in school where they provided, as you might guess, outside help).

Historian - a single woman (and perhaps a bodyguard Kept, later), moves a similar circuit, writing down people's memories of history and, a la Foxfire, everything they can remember about their profession pre-apoc.

Square Miles - a crew decides to rehab a portion of the US in square mile portions, laid out with a grid of walls, one square mile a year (the goal being a 10x10 mile grid when they're done).

Eight 20,000-word novelettes, following the 8 students starting a year of Doomsday.

One character has viewpoint for each novelette, and each one has its own plot. Nothing too dark, nothing too light - the first book stars 10-year-olds & it ain't Addergoole, but on the other han, it's post-apoc fae-apoc, not the nicest world.

Each novelette covers another year - so, Book One: "Joe," First Year; Book Two, "Anne," Second Year, etc.

Things I want to play with in the Addergoole verse, page one: a feral child comes to Addergoole.

Things I want to play with in the Addergoole verse, page two: the slave markets, before and after the apoc. Um, this one is likely dark.

Things I want to play with in the Addergoole verse, page three: the kids in cohorts 14-17: they come into school with the world in varying stages of okay and normal, and come out with the world a disaster.

Things I want to play with in the Addergoole verse, page four: the human, American government during and after the apoc. A kid raised with that government.

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Things I want to play with in the Addergoole verse, page five: What if there's, like there's the American gvm't over there, handwave, a small nation of fae-only? What if an Ag grad takes her kids there?

piratekitten has declared February world-building month.

Every day in February (or most days), I will answer one question about any one of my settings.

The question post is here, please feel free to add more questions!

The tenth question comes from kelkyag and is for The Aunt Family

Ruan seems to be in a different genre from the rest of the family, with scientific chemical/alchemical experimentation and enchanted mechanisms (as well as trapped spirits and whatnot else). What changed? (Or have we just not seen more recent Aunts at that sort of work?)

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To stryck's prompt. Antlers will always remind me of @Inventrix's Addergoole character Leofric, and then of his son Vidrou, and so I took it out one step further to his son, by the girl in the icon.

Ce'Rilla sh'Orlaith by Accalon and Vidrou sh'Cynara by Leofric

Anyway! Forward to Year 41...

"He has antlers. Antlers, Eleri, isn't that adorable? Well, antler buds." Laufeia ran her hand over her new Kept's skull, pushing his sandy hair out of the way to reveal the little nubs that would be antlers in a year or two.

He didn't pull away, because he'd been ordered not to move. But he hadn't, yet, been ordered not to speak. "You should let me go."

"Oh, that's silly." Laufeia smiled indulgently at the boy and spoke over his shoulder to her crew-mate. "Isn't he adorable, El?"

"He might be right, Fei. You know that there's people you shouldn't mess with. He could be, especially if he has antlers." The redhead brushed her hand through the boy's hair.

He once again did not pull away. His eyes were fixed on Laufeia. "Your grandmother and my grandfather have a history. You should let me go before my grandmother finds you." He thought about that for a moment, and then altered his sentence a bit. "My grandmothers."

"And what about my grandmother, mm? And how do you know my lineage?"

"I made a hobby of lineages, before I came here. And I asked my family a lot of questions." He seemed to stretch, even though he still could not move. "You should let me go."

"I'm not going to let you go. That would be silly." Her laugh belied her nerves, trilling up too high. "Besides, I'm sure your parents were Kept, and their Keepers survived it, didn't they?"

"I'm not sure my sister's dad did, actually." The boy sounded more thoughtful than anything.

"Fei..." Eleri was backing away slowly.