You may remember two of the Children I wrote about long ago, Saken and Kiya. While their personalities have been completely revamped in my mind, their existence has not. Kiya is listed as the "Child of Magic," for instance, and this is still the case, but it's not quite as simple as that. To be more clear, Saken, the "Child of Skill," is the avatar of internal mastery. Anything that requires skill, practise, reflexes with the body fall under his domain. Physical combat is just one facet, along with cooking, weaving, drawing, and anything else that you can think of that you yourself do. Kiya, as Saken's opposite, claims as her domain EXT
The executioner found himself beheaded as Vis stood, eyes trained on the king. The crowd began to panic, making it that much harder for the soldiers to form up to defend their lord as Vis began striding forward. One squadron of archers managed to get their bearings faster than the others, and fired a volley of arrows at Vis from behind.
Many of the arrows found their mark. None of them broke Vis' shield. None of the archers survived as the force field stretched out behind him in spikes, covering the distance between them in far too little time for them to escape.
Vis ignored the screaming crowd and the scattered soldiers. He wanted pre
It wasn't long before Vis killed again, though this time it was completely by choice. When the man's wife returned from the market with their son, Vis was waiting, his hands and forearms covered in blood matching that which covered a good portion of the room. Vis had taken his time with him, the roads were nearly empty when he had begun, but now Vis acted with efficiency.
It was a couple of days before the grisly scene was discovered. It was a few more until the next was discovered, and only another day until the third. The guards quickly sent word to the capital that they required assistance in wh
Magic in this world is both natural and unnatural at the same time. While, in of itself, natural, magic was impossible for humans and, in fact, all beings in this reality, until humanity was centuries into gene splicing technology. Eventually, a rather small and ignored project which basically randomly screwed with genetics, grew a human from that manipulated structure and then simply saw what resulted, created subject M-461, who was discovered to have the ability to effect his surroundings in odd ways.
News spread that something new had been discovered, funding flowed, the project prospered. After dissecting and analyzing M-461, thousand
The quality of his life worsened. Tist began to remember the experience of his killing rather than the aftermath. He worked to repress these thoughts as soon as they came, but they merely continued to come more and more frequently as time went on, especially after one of his fits, now lasting nearly a full day, left him starving and cold. A mere year after the murder, it happened again.
Tist was digging through the garbage in an alley, having just recovered from a fit a few hours earlier and having no other option if he wanted food. This alley was a good spot for such an endeavor, however, as it was the dumping spot of a nearby tavern, a
Born as the only child to a pair of farmers on the border of the kingdom, he had a relatively normal childhood. He wasn't completely healthy, however, and would have seizure-like fits which slowly increased both in frequency and in length as he got older. His mother died of an illness when he was four, which forced him to take on more work than otherwise would have been required of him, farm work bored him despite its necessity, and his father became more distant. When he was seven, after a storm, a building that he and his father were repairing collapsed, a moment of terror that provoked him to use a spell t
Sonata 52 Songblade
Sonata's real name has been erased from history as part of his ascension to the Sonata position of the three Songblade generals of his country, more specifically the fifty-second Sonata to be named, the other two positions being Requiem and Ballad. The Sonata rank is only ever given to the most skilled soldier in the military, which Sonata is by far. Completely mute and of only slightly above average skill with a blade, Sonata's strength lies almost entirely in his sword, Volknier.
Volknier is a vampiric blade of near-infinite thirst, by most standards, and simply touching the blade would absorb enough of even a powerf
Ge's world is an interesting one and different ideas have been floating around my head for a while now, since I'm still interested in a comic series based around him. The world in question is technically earth thousands of years in the future, a good number of millenia after all technology in the world had been deactivated and made completely useless by a sort of super-weapon. This event, due to humans' total dependency on technology at the time, was enough to cause the collapse of society. In the time of the story I have in mind, humanity has recently reached a more fantasy-based version of the feudal age.
The concept "Any technology, if
You may remember two of the Children I wrote about long ago, Saken and Kiya. While their personalities have been completely revamped in my mind, their existence has not. Kiya is listed as the "Child of Magic," for instance, and this is still the case, but it's not quite as simple as that. To be more clear, Saken, the "Child of Skill," is the avatar of internal mastery. Anything that requires skill, practise, reflexes with the body fall under his domain. Physical combat is just one facet, along with cooking, weaving, drawing, and anything else that you can think of that you yourself do. Kiya, as Saken's opposite, claims as her domain EXT
The executioner found himself beheaded as Vis stood, eyes trained on the king. The crowd began to panic, making it that much harder for the soldiers to form up to defend their lord as Vis began striding forward. One squadron of archers managed to get their bearings faster than the others, and fired a volley of arrows at Vis from behind.
Many of the arrows found their mark. None of them broke Vis' shield. None of the archers survived as the force field stretched out behind him in spikes, covering the distance between them in far too little time for them to escape.
Vis ignored the screaming crowd and the scattered soldiers. He wanted pre
It wasn't long before Vis killed again, though this time it was completely by choice. When the man's wife returned from the market with their son, Vis was waiting, his hands and forearms covered in blood matching that which covered a good portion of the room. Vis had taken his time with him, the roads were nearly empty when he had begun, but now Vis acted with efficiency.
It was a couple of days before the grisly scene was discovered. It was a few more until the next was discovered, and only another day until the third. The guards quickly sent word to the capital that they required assistance in wh
Magic in this world is both natural and unnatural at the same time. While, in of itself, natural, magic was impossible for humans and, in fact, all beings in this reality, until humanity was centuries into gene splicing technology. Eventually, a rather small and ignored project which basically randomly screwed with genetics, grew a human from that manipulated structure and then simply saw what resulted, created subject M-461, who was discovered to have the ability to effect his surroundings in odd ways.
News spread that something new had been discovered, funding flowed, the project prospered. After dissecting and analyzing M-461, thousand
The quality of his life worsened. Tist began to remember the experience of his killing rather than the aftermath. He worked to repress these thoughts as soon as they came, but they merely continued to come more and more frequently as time went on, especially after one of his fits, now lasting nearly a full day, left him starving and cold. A mere year after the murder, it happened again.
Tist was digging through the garbage in an alley, having just recovered from a fit a few hours earlier and having no other option if he wanted food. This alley was a good spot for such an endeavor, however, as it was the dumping spot of a nearby tavern, a
Born as the only child to a pair of farmers on the border of the kingdom, he had a relatively normal childhood. He wasn't completely healthy, however, and would have seizure-like fits which slowly increased both in frequency and in length as he got older. His mother died of an illness when he was four, which forced him to take on more work than otherwise would have been required of him, farm work bored him despite its necessity, and his father became more distant. When he was seven, after a storm, a building that he and his father were repairing collapsed, a moment of terror that provoked him to use a spell t
Name:
Draun
Description:
An underwater race, Draun rarely come in contact with other sentient beings. However, since they are considered masters of song, their language being based around tones, draun are sometimes captured and imprisoned by the rich as sort of personal wordless "bards," with what they're actually saying completely ignored/not understood in exchange for their music since even "I $%$!%#@ hate you, you #$#%&$* @#$%@#$" sounds beautiful to human ears.
With their deadly shovel-shaped but finger-less hands, draun are formidable foes with breath infamous for being able to kill both themselves and their foes, chlorine gas which
Blackness.
Fade in, moving camera is moving past trees at night. Camera catches up to the legs of a running wolf, from the side. Zoom out, showing large wolf running. Two smaller wolves run up to either side of larger wolf. Big wolf reaches cliff and stops. Camera angle rotates around to behind the three wolves, that are facing the cliff edge. Area beyond cliff shrouded by darkness caused by clouds in the sky. Big wolf howls. Two smaller wolves also howl. Howls are met by hundreds more. Clouds part slightly, revealing valley area beyond cliff to be filled with hundreds to thousands of wolves. Name plate "D'wa, Lord of Wolves" fades into view
Name:
Kaveritus
Description:
Kaveritus is known by many names; the K-virus, doppleganger syndrome, Red-Eye, Death-Eye, Demon-Eye, the Firey Healer, etcetera, etcetera
Kaveritus is a disease that assaults the body of it's victim in such a way that it merges with the victim's brain, giving it complete control over the body as well as sentience. Kaveritus infects it's victims via direct contact with their previous host after the host has died, leaving the bulk of it's cells behind, which then instantly die once contact has ended and as many cells as possible have moved on, in order to infect the new target as quickly as possible without l
Blackness.
Fade in, moving camera is moving past trees at night. Camera catches up to the legs of a running wolf, from the side. Zoom out, showing large wolf running. Two smaller wolves run up to either side of larger wolf. Big wolf reaches cliff and stops. Camera angle rotates around to behind the three wolves, that are facing the cliff edge. Area beyond cliff shrouded by darkness caused by clouds in the sky. Big wolf howls. Two smaller wolves also howl. Howls are met by hundreds more. Clouds part slightly, revealing valley area beyond cliff to be filled with hundreds to thousands of wolves. Name plate "D'wa, Lord of Wolves" fades into view
Current Residence: Portland, Oregon Favourite genre of music: Techno Favourite photographer: N/A Favourite style of art: Hand-drawn realistic fantasy Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: N/A Shell of choice: N/A Wallpaper of choice: N/A Skin of choice: N/A Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede Personal Quote: Dude, Kefka's WAY better than Sephiroth.
Really has. Likely, only one guy will read this. Hey, Sejuay! And anybody else who happens by.
So, I just finished my own mini-NaNoWri-Mo, though it only totalled at 16500 words, and I wanted to ask a question. How do you come back to something you've written?
I mean, here's the thing. We all know by now that I consider anything I write to be utter crap. Don't waste time denying it, that's just how I feel. This thing is the best I've ever written, by far, but I still feel that it doesn't nearly live up to its potential. For one thing, it could actually be a full-length novel instead of a mere 70 highly-formatted pages. I'm thinking
I have a job! A job! I have a freakin' JOB!
Catalyst IT Services, Inc, has brought me into their Java programmer training program, which after a couple more months will lead into a $15/hour job. Given that I'm fresh out of community college, with no professional experience, that seems like an utterly fantastic minimum starting wage, but nobody else seems to agree with me. In any case, I remember somebody telling me that if I didn't go back to Wal-Mart, I wouldn't be able to get a job at all. To them I'd like to give the middle finger, laugh, then tell them to fix the virus that's sent me a couple of emails from them even though they're
Birthday. Yay. I don't want to be OLD.
Anyway, though, I feel like writing, but...the muse has left me for the time being. Hopefully that'll fix itself soon...
But it's not all bad, I finally named one of my favorite characters. Colonel Rith, the now-millenia-old omni-dragon, genetically engineered following the discovery of magic. A military experiment, he was used in battle and ended up saving the lives of some influential people who saw to his entrance and advancement in the military. While he can assume the form of a human, he despises doing so and only will if ordered to by a military superior, and he'll usually vent his anger by
Yes I'm busy trying to make some work for myself here. Job finding is becoming a pain, and well if I can make some money off what I'm making and such might as well try going into something here. It's good to see you're still writing and such though.^^