Grimm land: a land of dark Fary tails
Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2026 8:31 pm
The dark lord was writer in the same vain as the Grimm brothers or Hans christen Anderson. Now trapped in a land of fairytales.
He was a brilliant writer but not a good storyteller. He struggled to find an audience, as he was a vary jaded and pessimistic on life. He had trouble connecting to his audience, he also had a rather shallow imagination.
He found success when stole others ideas, a dream of a butcher had become a short story that sort of thing. But the big beak was when he went to a different country, it was less developed then his own, most could not read, but they had a strong oral tradition of storytelling. He spent a year collecting the stories then went back home. He edited and changed the stores making them his own, thare was no “happily ever after” he made them more “realistic” (removing hope). The book was a success, people loved the story book, everyone was telling his stories.
But he found out why they called them “fairytales”, they belong to fay.
Long ago the someone struck a bargain with the fay kings and queens, they gave to them stories, morality plays and fables so they may stop praying on the humans. They agreed, and the fay lived in the story’s, they learned from them, taking on the role (like an actor) of characters, they lived the role. It is unclear if the bargainer knew what they offered the fay, or if they knew how it would affect the fay to learn the human condition.
Our writer found out fay do not like thieves (they feel he stole from them)and they hate his change of the story's. The fay can be creative in punishment, and discuss it loudly, he hears it all. He was in trouble and had no clever escape, but the dark powers offered him a way out with what he built, he foolishly agreed (he was never as smart as he believed).
In this domain his stolen stories live and keep happening, they play out as he rewrote them often with a cruel twist ending and suffering on the innocent. How horrible is it to find yourself trapped in a fate that has been written a hundred times before.
Our dark lord finds himself in a land foreign(it’s like whare the stores come from) and a hundred years out of date.
He was a brilliant writer but not a good storyteller. He struggled to find an audience, as he was a vary jaded and pessimistic on life. He had trouble connecting to his audience, he also had a rather shallow imagination.
He found success when stole others ideas, a dream of a butcher had become a short story that sort of thing. But the big beak was when he went to a different country, it was less developed then his own, most could not read, but they had a strong oral tradition of storytelling. He spent a year collecting the stories then went back home. He edited and changed the stores making them his own, thare was no “happily ever after” he made them more “realistic” (removing hope). The book was a success, people loved the story book, everyone was telling his stories.
But he found out why they called them “fairytales”, they belong to fay.
Long ago the someone struck a bargain with the fay kings and queens, they gave to them stories, morality plays and fables so they may stop praying on the humans. They agreed, and the fay lived in the story’s, they learned from them, taking on the role (like an actor) of characters, they lived the role. It is unclear if the bargainer knew what they offered the fay, or if they knew how it would affect the fay to learn the human condition.
Our writer found out fay do not like thieves (they feel he stole from them)and they hate his change of the story's. The fay can be creative in punishment, and discuss it loudly, he hears it all. He was in trouble and had no clever escape, but the dark powers offered him a way out with what he built, he foolishly agreed (he was never as smart as he believed).
In this domain his stolen stories live and keep happening, they play out as he rewrote them often with a cruel twist ending and suffering on the innocent. How horrible is it to find yourself trapped in a fate that has been written a hundred times before.
Our dark lord finds himself in a land foreign(it’s like whare the stores come from) and a hundred years out of date.