Hey friends! Fjorn wandered and took on a new name: fĆ«olnir. Thatās what I go by now, soā¦yeah! I made a new blog, though, so maybe follow me there?
In my fantasy world, minor land-spirits (called Ć«olfĆ«Ć”r) prefer to dwell around mushrooms. If youāre lucky, theyāll appear as dewy drops of pink-golden light!
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A warm wind fell over FĆ«orās shoulders, caressing him in a way that feltā¦strangely familiar.
It hadnāt come from the Ć”ren that was just resting on his shoulder. It was a new presence, unforeseen and yetā¦familiar?
Why was it so familiar?
He knew the aura of his friends and kin. This one didnāt quite fit any of them. That should have been cause for concern, and yetā¦he somehow knew it. In fact, deep within his own seed, his soul yearned for it.
Feeling its warmth again after so longāwait, again?āhis throat constrictedāhow long had it been?āand a single tear fell down his cheek.
Frustrated by his own confusion (and at the fact that his morning meditation had been so rudely disrupted), he snapped back to his senses. Turning to greet whatever had come to his glade, he expected to see another songbird or squirrel, butā
āan ethereal face returned his gaze.
He fell back, nearly crushing an elĆ«amĆ½r that still danced in delight with the new wind that had come.
FĆ«or, on the other hand, trembled.
āA-are you aā¦a fĆ«Ć”nor?ā
Before him, at least to his eyes, stood a spirit from EthĆ½rĆa, the realm of wind. Strange, silken clothes covered her luminous skin. Her ears resembled the rays of a star, long and flared. But her hair was the color of dawn, with strands of orange and pink that rivaled even the radiance of an elĆ«amĆ½rāand that was unusual for a celestial spirit.
He was too flustered to give that much thought, though.
To his question, the spirit pointed at herself in surprise before waving her hand dismissively. Turning her face aside, her eyes wandered down towards the earth.
āIām nothing so noble.ā
It was only then, when the warm wind she carried began to cool with her pained expression, that FĆ«or noticed more about his unexpected guest.
Her once-exquisite garments were blemished with stains and nicks. Her hair, though tended to with care, was frizzing free from its trappings. She had been traveling, but the only thing she carried was a small satchel.
FĆ«or, being a naive fellow, took this alone as proof that she wasā¦normalāfrom Ćnor, the material realm, like anyone else.
āI-I see. Iām sorry.ā FĆ«or squeaked, fidgeting awkwardly. āItās just that, wellā¦it felt like you wereā¦that your presence was just so bright and warmā¦I just assumed you came from EthĆ½rĆa.ā
As his eyes shifted downward and his face turned pink, the āspiritā before him blushed. FĆ«or was hardly a smooth talker, but his words were nonetheless filled with sincerity; and complimenting another personās windātheir soul and auraāwas the highest praise one could give in Ćlthren.
But for that reason, her gaze grew more wary.
āDo you really not know what I am?ā
Contrary to his clumsy performance, FĆ«or returned her suspicious stare with one of his own. It was surprisingly complex, deep with meaning that would take time to unravelābut it only lasted for a moment.
āWell,ā he dragged, putting a hand to his chin, āI donāt think youāre from GƤlenor, at least. I may be a bit recluse, but I still know what lives around here well enough. ĆolrĆ, LuĆ”lrĆā¦you donāt seem to fit either of those groups, and theyāre pretty diverse.ā
He paused, considering a third option on his fingers.
āAs for the other group,ā he continued slowly with eyes more keen, āI donāt think any dwell this far east. If so, Iāve never seen them or heard about them; but you're not really like them, from what I've been told. Your wind is too warm and welcoming. Itās not stifling enough to be like them.ā
He noticed her shrink from those words, a pained expression returning to her face as she clenched a fist over her chest. She looked away, seeking solace in the roots of the tree she hid behind. She was clearly hurt by his words, and that answered his suspicion. Butā¦
FĆ«orās tough act crumbled.
Caving immediately, he tried to rectify the damage his careless response caused. He was simply too softāor, perhaps, something else outweighed his fear.
āS-so...if you're none of those things,ā he spluttered, deciding to play dumb, āwhat are you?ā
The sorrowful 'spirit' turned her eyes to FĆ«or, considering her next actions carefully.
āIf you really don't know, then I'd rather not say.ā
Surprised by her stubbornness, FĆ«or's face froze in a silly expression before finally letting out a sigh.
āOkayā¦could you at least tell me your name? You're still labelled as 'strange spirit' in my head, so...ā
She continued to stare.
āI-I can start, if that helps. My name is FĆ«or. And yours?ā
He was (awkwardly) trying to break the tension and start this conversation over, but that āstrange spiritā continued to eye him with suspicion, nearly glaring at him as she tried to discern his motives.
āI understand your hesitationā¦but youāre the one that came to me, wandering around my home, while I was sitting here alone, bothering no one, enjoying the groveās morning air.ā
He glared back at her.
She defiantly puffed her checks at him before finally sighing in defeat.
āĆrna.ā
āĆrnā¦a? Thatās an unusual name for anāā
FĆ«or stopped himself before taking that thought too far; and fortunately, she didnāt hear him.
āI mean, th-thatās a lovely name. To be named after herbs, the humblest stars of the earth, is an honorā¦right?ā
The look on Ćrnaās face, which now seemed more distant and showed signs of discomfort, indicated that his flattery had failed yet again. Struggling to hold a conversation with this stranger, he desperately grasped for something, anything, to save him from this exhausting endeavor. Butā¦
ā¦he wasnāt very good at this sort of thing.
āSo, uhā¦what brings you here?ā
With his wits whittled to their end, that was the best he could do. Socializing wasnāt his strength.
Sensing his struggle, Ćrna responded with exhaustion of her own, sighing and slouching.
Why did I come here, I wonder? Iāve been so careful, so afraid of being found. I havenāt seen a single soul, avoiding every sound as if my life depended on it. Revealing myself was dangerousā¦and yet, when I saw him sitting in this glade, I justā¦felt drawn in?
Found again after so longāwait, found?ātears threatening to fall down her faceāwhy do I felt like Iāve been saved?āshe grabbed the strap of her satchel and faced FĆ«or.
Why does his wind feel soā¦familiar?
Ignoring her inner turmoil for the moment, she finally answered his question.
FĆ«or wasnāt a fighter. He was an herb-loving homebody who enjoyed stories about questing but preferred a quaint life. He assumed that wouldnāt changeāuntil a strange āspiritā came to his glade. Something about her seemed familiar, but she came from a world he feared. The realm of stories wasnāt supposed to be real, after all.
Ćrna hated home. She couldnāt be herself there, so she went somewhere her family wouldnāt dare follow her. Free at last, she gathered herbs to study and make medicine with help from the land-spiritsāexcept they seemed to avoid her. After finally finding someone to help her, she was soon reminded of a painful reality: she wasnāt welcome there.
Despite being born to a world bent on keeping them apart, somethingāor someoneābrought them together. But the strangest part? It felt like a reunion. Regardless of the reason (if there even was a reason), FĆ«or and Ćrna only wanted to help each other grow and be true to themselves; but with a war brewing around them, such a wish was hardly simple.
Do you like Dwarves? Dwarven things? What about stories of hope and heroism despite being outcast from the world, found through rebuilding an entire underground realm?
Over one thousand years ago, the Dwarves in their Underrealm dug too deep and struck the world's core, causing a massive earthquake which collapsed their entire realm and covered every entrance and exit with seemingly immovable rubble. Steven, a lone Human archaeologist, grew up fascinated by the ancient tales of Dwarves, and became determined to, somehow, find them still alive and help them rebuild. When he managed to discover a small group, he worked with them and took up the ultimate quest to uncover and reforge their land, but troubles were bound to follow from above...
The Forgemasters follows the story of Skarr (Steven), and the Dwarf king Velfor, who work to dig out and rebuild the Dwarven capital city of Dramina, and eventually the entire Underrealm. Their journey inspires hope among one another, and all Dwarves, redefining both their purposes in life, and leads to Skarr discover what it truly means to belong and have a home.
There is no romantic plot or shipping in this novel. Only a story of Dwarves, unity, courage, platonic love, and more Dwarves.
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TToFaĆ is a free fantasy web novel written and illustrated by @feolnir. Hereās a summary:
FĆ«or lived a life of bliss, spending his days sitting peacefully near his home or tending to his humble garden. But when a āstrange spiritā wanders into his glade, bearing warmth and wonder from the world beyond, his life is spurred into motion. Together, the two face their fears of the unknown and the crippling weight of unwanted expectationsāall while the growing threat of war looms over their heads.
Table of Contents
As a rule, each post below is between 500 and 1500 words. This has been done to (hopefully) make the story easier to read. Weāre all a bit short on time, after all. Treat them like snacks!
Introduction
A Dawn from the West (1)
A Dawn from the West (2)
A Dawn from the West (3)
A Dawn from the West (4)
Friend or Foe? (1)
Friend or Foe? (2)
Friend or Foe? (3)
Friend or Foe? (4)
Friend or Foe? (5)
Wandering and Woe (1)
Wandering and Woe (2) ā 10/3
Wandering and Woe (3) ā 10/10
Wandering and Woe (4) ā 10/17
Wandering and Woe (5) ā 10/24
Wandering and Woe (6) ā 10/30
Resources
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Glossary
Maps
Characters
Herbs
Support
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While I hope this hurricane doesnāt take my power out, Iām sharing this master post from my new self, @feolnir. I just posted a brand new chapter today, and itās all free to read! If you like fantasy with loooooooots of lore and worldbuilding, I think youāll enjoy it. š All posts (except the intro) are posted directly on Tumblr.
Please forgive me for over-sharing this, but I donāt have a lot of readers and really wanna share my special interest with the world š
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Hello all! I currently have 3 Queensdaughter hardcovers and 1 paperback for sale, left over from an event! Hardcovers are $28 USD including shipping, paperbacks are $18 incl. shipping šš (international shipping might be more.) please DM me if you'd like a copy! I'd love to sign these and get these shipped out to some readers, especially as cozy book season is here ššÆš Second book coming in September 2025!
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Navette lives a peaceful life in her home of Osala, managing a bakery that was passed down to her and her elder sister. The night of the spring festival of Emystre arrives, and the village is laid to ruin when ancient creaturesāthe skĆ”igaācome in search of the Queensdaughter. Navette flees to the capital, where she discovers her fate as the heir to the throne and a world far more vast than she had ever imagined.
This story follows Navette as she learns how to become a queen, control her innate magic, and battle the darkness that threatens her entire world. Meanwhile, her sister Ivy remains in Osala as the people try to rebuild a village from ruin, even as the darkness returns.
In the lands of Varyn, not all is as it seems. The trees begin to whisper of danger, the dragons of old are little more than legends, and even queens have their secrets. Love and companionship are more valued than ever as Varyn begins to sink into darkness, but even after the darkest of nights, not all is lost.
A warm wind fell over FĆ«orās shoulders, caressing him in a way that feltā¦strangely familiar.
It hadnāt come from the Ć”ren that was just resting on his shoulder. It was a new presence, unforeseen and yetā¦familiar?
Why was it so familiar?
He knew the aura of his friends and kin. This one didnāt quite fit any of them. That should have been cause for concern, and yetā¦he somehow knew it. In fact, deep within his own seed, his soul yearned for it.
Feeling its warmth again after so longāwait, again?āhis throat constrictedāhow long had it been?āand a single tear fell down his cheek.
Frustrated by his own confusion (and at the fact that his morning meditation had been so rudely disrupted), he snapped back to his senses. Turning to greet whatever had come to his glade, he expected to see another songbird or squirrel, butā
āan ethereal face returned his gaze.
He fell back, nearly crushing an elĆ«amĆ½r that still danced in delight with the new wind that had come.
FĆ«or, on the other hand, trembled.
āA-are you aā¦a fĆ«Ć”nor?ā
Before him, at least to his eyes, stood a spirit from EthĆ½rĆa, the realm of wind. Strange, silken clothes covered her luminous skin. Her ears resembled the rays of a star, long and flared. But her hair was the color of dawn, with strands of orange and pink that rivaled even the radiance of an elĆ«amĆ½rāand that was unusual for a celestial spirit.
He was too flustered to give that much thought, though.
To his question, the spirit pointed at herself in surprise before waving her hand dismissively. Turning her face aside, her eyes wandered down towards the earth.
āIām nothing so noble.ā
It was only then, when the warm wind she carried began to cool with her pained expression, that FĆ«or noticed more about his unexpected guest.
Her once-exquisite garments were blemished with stains and nicks. Her hair, though tended to with care, was frizzing free from its trappings. She had been traveling, but the only thing she carried was a small satchel.
FĆ«or, being a naive fellow, took this alone as proof that she wasā¦normalāfrom Ćnor, the material realm, like anyone else.
āI-I see. Iām sorry.ā FĆ«or squeaked, fidgeting awkwardly. āItās just that, wellā¦it felt like you wereā¦that your presence was just so bright and warmā¦I just assumed you came from EthĆ½rĆa.ā
As his eyes shifted downward and his face turned pink, the āspiritā before him blushed. FĆ«or was hardly a smooth talker, but his words were nonetheless filled with sincerity; and complimenting another personās windātheir soul and auraāwas the highest praise one could give in Ćlthren.
But for that reason, her gaze grew more wary.
āDo you really not know what I am?ā
Contrary to his clumsy performance, FĆ«or returned her suspicious stare with one of his own. It was surprisingly complex, deep with meaning that would take time to unravelābut it only lasted for a moment.
āWell,ā he dragged, putting a hand to his chin, āI donāt think youāre from GƤlenor, at least. I may be a bit recluse, but I still know what lives around here well enough. ĆolrĆ, LuĆ”lrĆā¦you donāt seem to fit either of those groups, and theyāre pretty diverse.ā
He paused, considering a third option on his fingers.
āAs for the other group,ā he continued slowly with eyes more keen, āI donāt think any dwell this far east. If so, Iāve never seen them or heard about them; but you're not really like them, from what I've been told. Your wind is too warm and welcoming. Itās not stifling enough to be like them.ā
He noticed her shrink from those words, a pained expression returning to her face as she clenched a fist over her chest. She looked away, seeking solace in the roots of the tree she hid behind. She was clearly hurt by his words, and that answered his suspicion. Butā¦
FĆ«orās tough act crumbled.
Caving immediately, he tried to rectify the damage his careless response caused. He was simply too softāor, perhaps, something else outweighed his fear.
āS-so...if you're none of those things,ā he spluttered, deciding to play dumb, āwhat are you?ā
The sorrowful 'spirit' turned her eyes to FĆ«or, considering her next actions carefully.
āIf you really don't know, then I'd rather not say.ā
Surprised by her stubbornness, FĆ«or's face froze in a silly expression before finally letting out a sigh.
āOkayā¦could you at least tell me your name? You're still labelled as 'strange spirit' in my head, so...ā
She continued to stare.
āI-I can start, if that helps. My name is FĆ«or. And yours?ā
He was (awkwardly) trying to break the tension and start this conversation over, but that āstrange spiritā continued to eye him with suspicion, nearly glaring at him as she tried to discern his motives.
āI understand your hesitationā¦but youāre the one that came to me, wandering around my home, while I was sitting here alone, bothering no one, enjoying the groveās morning air.ā
He glared back at her.
She defiantly puffed her checks at him before finally sighing in defeat.
āĆrna.ā
āĆrnā¦a? Thatās an unusual name for anāā
FĆ«or stopped himself before taking that thought too far; and fortunately, she didnāt hear him.
āI mean, th-thatās a lovely name. To be named after herbs, the humblest stars of the earth, is an honorā¦right?ā
The look on Ćrnaās face, which now seemed more distant and showed signs of discomfort, indicated that his flattery had failed yet again. Struggling to hold a conversation with this stranger, he desperately grasped for something, anything, to save him from this exhausting endeavor. Butā¦
ā¦he wasnāt very good at this sort of thing.
āSo, uhā¦what brings you here?ā
With his wits whittled to their end, that was the best he could do. Socializing wasnāt his strength.
Sensing his struggle, Ćrna responded with exhaustion of her own, sighing and slouching.
Why did I come here, I wonder? Iāve been so careful, so afraid of being found. I havenāt seen a single soul, avoiding every sound as if my life depended on it. Revealing myself was dangerousā¦and yet, when I saw him sitting in this glade, I justā¦felt drawn in?
Found again after so longāwait, found?ātears threatening to fall down her faceāwhy do I felt like Iāve been saved?āshe grabbed the strap of her satchel and faced FĆ«or.
Why does his wind feel soā¦familiar?
Ignoring her inner turmoil for the moment, she finally answered his question.
Iām kind of dancing between this blog and my new one, @feolnir, right now.
I want to come back to this place *gestures at Tumblr*, but Iām kind of in this liminal zone? Iād like to find closure from the disastrous burnout that took down my other blog, @fjorn-the-skald. Iāve jumped on that blog recently, too, and itāsā¦a mess. I lost the website, so all of the links are broken and the updated content is, seemingly, gone. Thatās both okay and not great, but it canāt be helped. Iām rambling a bit now, but occasionally (like now) I feel the urge to patch things up a bit so I can move on, but Iām not sure thatās possible? Sometimes we must live with blemishesā¦
Anyway, Iām both here and there right now.
Iāve played with the idea of returning to āacademiaā in some form, but realistically I only have the energy (and time) for my fantasy writing. Alas, I canāt do all that I wish I could. That said, I still occasionally read academic work to learn and be inspired for my creative endeavors (since Iām a hopeless worldbuilding nerd). Iād still like to talk about medieval history things, too.
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The designs for these two has changed so muchā¦at least 8 times. But theyāve come so far š„¹ and yet theyāre still the same little seeds! I love how theyāve grown and bloomed as Iāve learned more about them and their story. I hope Iāll continue to do them justice when drawing them šš»āāļø
Iāve actually shared all of their past versions here on Tumblr already, so if youāre curious š search #fĆ«olnirās art on me blog! š
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Iāve been needing to draw an updated map for the web novel, so I finally set aside some time on Sunday to get started. The last time I drew one for this particular tale wasā¦May 2021. So yeah, itās been a bit! Iāve gotten much better at drawing since then, and now Iām working with digital stuffs now. Despite having a horde of hand-drawn maps, Iāve only drawn 2 digitallyā¦but itās time to change that!
stormborns
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
annaxmalina
dededos
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
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