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poetry maybe? I don't know

Journal Entry: Thu Feb 4, 2016, 9:21 PM
  • Listening to: Bignic- Scream
  • Reading: College textbooks, WHYARE THE SO PRICEY?!
  • Watching: Doctor Who, Gravity Falls, Space Dandy
  • Playing: Final Fantasy XIV
  • Eating: Hamburger Helper
  • Drinking: Water, just so much water, ALL THE WATER
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SO, its been over a year since my last Journal post, so thats a thing. 

As you may or may not have noticed I'm writing a lot more now and I'm thinking of taking that to the next level with some commissions, for anything between poetry to short stories,  I want to try and expand my literary skill and who knows maybe this could even help with that.

if anyone is interested in what I have to offer, simply send me a note with what you want and we'll negotiate.

Name: Sethaniel Jericho Vicard Chambers

Gender: Male

Age:  23

Species: Seiran (a humanoid race of animal like beings) [Sethaniel is of the feline persuasion, with physical attributes befitting that of a Siberian tiger]

Hairstyle: Auburn red and it looks like her suffers from eternal bedhead, fur color , white with black tiger stripes.

Eyes: heterochromic (Left eye Ice Blue, right eye Emerald Green)

Weight/Body Structure: thin yet healthy, weighs in at 215 lbs due to artificial limbs.

Height: 6' 2” (Average Seiran height)

Unusual Features: Legs are digitigrade (stands on his toes) and are mechanical prosthesis

Gait/posture: Looks as if he slouches,  move surprisingly fast when he wants.

Voice/Speech pattern: Kind, very clear to enunciate

You are a(n): Knight-scholar of the Northern Imperium, skilled with manipulating the energy of yourself and the world around, known as Aether, however you see fit.

Clothing: Knight-Scholar mail woven together with a form fitting material that is as durable as Carbon fiber with none of the movement restriction, laced with appears to be a blue fabric “veins” in a pattern that meets at the center of your chest allowing you to focus your Aether along those “veins”, worn under traditional Scholarly robes

Your inventory:  
- 1 Arcanonomicon: Each page holds a spell/weapon/item that can be “Summoned”.
- Spell pages hold a set number of charges that can recharge after the Arcanonomicon is closed for ten minutes.
- Weapon pages have infinite uses but will return to the Arcanonomicon after ten minutes of use.
- Item pages hold a one use consumable item, whether it be a restorative elixir, or a bottle of oil.

Spell pages are as follows:

Sting (8 charges): unleashes a violent sensation of pain on his target, the intensity of the spell can range from a mosquito bite to the sensation of being impaled.

Shock (6 charges): unleashes an unaspected blast of aether that can be charged in effectiveness, depending on charge shock can destroy four feet of solid steel.

AetherFlare (2 charges): the caster sets a delayed explosion of aether at a target location that will deal damage similar to a violent explosion. can hurt the caster if unprepared.  

Reflect (4 charges): Creates a reflective barrier around the caster, protecting them from harm and redirecting the force of the attack back at the attacker

Fireball (7 charges): Launches a sphere of red hot fire that will explode and ignite on contact.

Dragon's breath (2 charges): Allows the caster to breathe fire for a total of ten seconds per charge.

Stop (1 charge): Allows the caster to halt time around them in a 50 foot radius for a total of 60 seconds, this spell can be used in short bursts as the spell page will not be consumed until the full duration has been used.


Weapon Pages (limited to one handed):

Serpent sword: short sword built of smaller bladed segments that come apart with a particular movement

Stolas' Scepter: a trick rod with the design of a clock engraved on it, inflicts slowing effects, can be extended to larger staff like length

Lilith's kiss: a small knife with a poison decanter built into it, injects poison into victim with ease.

Item pages (At the moment):

First aid kit (3), Black oil bottles (4), caltrops, Vial of deathblossom nectar (potent poison, inflicts paralysis with high enough dosage), vial of Mantida venom (smells like death warmed over in an old gym bag, induces hallucinations)  

Personality: Quick-witted and blunt, loves a good joke and is always hungering for new knowledge.

Special Skills: Like all members of his species he is capable of manipulating aether, and due to his animal like features and biology he has heightened senses, passively generates a low level telepathic field to allow for universal communication.

You Really Like: A Good Book, Adding new spells or weapons to the Arcanonomicon.

You really Hate: useless information, Spiders, ego-maniacs, losing the Arcanonomicon

Romantic Choices: Spoken for back home, and is incredibly faithful to her.

How did you arrive?: Whilst investigating a lead of possible heretical worshiping of the Mad God, he stumbled through the wreckage of an abandoned Okarthel Lasauar, he came across something odd… (Audition to follow)

Your Personal Record: Sethaniel was the son of Alexander and Mary Chambers, born under two full moons, his father was a blacksmith and a talented one at that, wielding both his magic and his forge he crafted some of the Northern Empires finest weapons and armor for the royal family, however as Sethaniel reached the young age of 12 tragedy struck, in an act of jealousy toward their family a rival blacksmith had a band of rouges kidnap and mutilate Sethaniel, removing both of his legs. Despite being brought back to his family alive, he feared he would never walk again. That was until the Emperor caught wind of the act, and had Sethaniel fitted for the finest mechanical prosthetics known throughout the empire and given a place amongst the in the Emperors private students, making him an official Knight-Scholar.

Goals: To find out who had brought him to this estate and exact justice upon them.
Rendell's Request - Sethaniel
This is for the Rendell's request OCT I'll be participating in. hopefully I'm a better writer than I am an artist!
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The evening of the festival was young as the Love struck prince did his best to woo the young lady who accompanied him to the festival, an awkward silence held over him as if he wanted to say something but now that he had the chance he could not. The woman was similar to that of a wolf, her features sharp and fierce, yet she exuded a type of patience of that equal to someone well beyond her years. Her hair was jet black and her eyes a piercing blue, she wore an elegant robe made of a white silk ending just above her feet, her hair tied in a ponytail as she walked ahead, the festival underway, the streets were alive with people young and old to enjoy the festivities that were underway, games for the children and libations for the adults.

An hour passed as Bryce finally brought the courage to speak to her, his voice shook with some fear, “Lady Jessel, I thank you for coming with me to the festival.”

Jessel softly replied, “It is no trouble my prince,” she giggled, “Though could you not call me 'Lady'. I am a simple blacksmith's daughter not a Baron's Daughter. Walk with me young prince.”

Bryce walked closer to the lovely Jessel, a gust of wind blew over the city, the light from the street lamps glistened off the armour of the guards stationed across the festival grounds, Vera took to the platform to formally begin the festival, “My people, as you know it has been 15 years since the passing of our previous King and Queen, my father Andreas and my mother Leanna however, now that I am of age I will take my place as Queen of our land.”

A citizen spoke up, her form was similar to that of a hare, wearing something akin to an official’s coat, and a small label was worn on her chest reading “Oracle News”, “Have you not taken a husband Lady Vera?”

Vera responded, “No I have not, nor will I. I shall rule with the assistance of the Council.”

The Citizen spoke again, “And what of your brother? When will he be assuming any kind of position of rule?”

“Bryce is still too young to assume a position of power of any kind. He will however be working side by side with the Royal, his swordsmanship is nearly unmatched.” Vera answered.

The crowd cheered at the notion of their crown prince being amongst them as a protector of his people. People began to crowd around him asking to shake his hand and congratulate him amongst other things.  Not wanting to make his date feel crowded he thanked the crowed for their support and politely asked them to let him enjoy his time with his date.

However off in the shadows of the festival, something evil lurked about. A sharp glare was focused on Vera, then in a short moment a glimmer shone off an oddly shaped knife. In a flash the knife was flying through the air on its way towards the Queen, the blade was snakelike in its design. The guards were unaware of the attack as Vera snapped open a fan and caught it just as it came near her head, the figure stepped out of the shadows his form was that of a jackal, his left eye was pure white with a scar down the left side of his face, a short curved blade in his left hand with a small talisman in his right. A mist of darkness swirled around him as he spoke, “My, my, Vera how you've grown! How many years has it been since I last saw you? Fifteen I believe right?” the figure spoke.

Vera replied a hint of rage in her voice, “Volgus. How dare you show your face to me after what you have done, guards arrest that man, no, monster for his crimes against the crown!”

Volgus drew his sword brandishing the blade toward the guards as he rubbed the talisman as he began citing a twisted incantation, “Venite ad me, mea satellitibus acedia atque amentia impulsum, in adjutorium meum intende mihi plebs adversus eos qui falsam hanc persuasionem regina cum suis persistens foolsih populo!” with these dark words, a small battalion of driders and satyrs appeared surrounding the crowd, the vile creatures threatening the civilians as Volgus walked into the centre of the crowd, “What a rousing speech by your queen do you not agree? Such vigour and care for you all, except she will not be able to give you what I can offer. Join me and my comrades here and we shall spare you, your friends and your families all you have to do is swear allegiance to our Lord and Master, Lahabre-ha for in him we will all be saved.”

A woman in the crowd spoke up, “You Lord is a monster, a creature borne of madness and hatred who would do naught but enslave us!”

Volgus' seemingly warm demeanour changed to a cold and vile expression, “Does she answer for all of you?” Volgus asked. The crowd resounded with a triumphant cheer, “Well then I guess you all get to die.” With a snap of his fingers the driders closed in toward the crowd as they brandished myriad weapons such as swords, spears and axes, the civilians cowered as their impending death closed in on them followed shortly but the sound of a skull cracking against something heavy. The everyone turned to where the noise came from to see Jessel with a massive smithing hammer in hand as she hefted it over her shoulder with one arm, a drider on the ground in front of her with its head caved in like a soft piece of clay being molded into an ashtray.

A fierce look came across Jessel's face as she held her hammer in front of her, “You can believe in a heretic slave god all you want, but NO ONE threatens me or my home as long as I live!” she shouted.

Volgus, with a surprised look on his face, asked a single question, “Where were you hiding that thing?”

Jessel responded, “What girl in this day and age doesn't have a 'Bag of Holding'?”

Bryce stepped forward his shoulders heaving sharply as he broke the line of sight between Jessel and Volgus, “You must be hard of hearing Volgus, the queen said to surrender.” Bryce held up a small sheathed sword in his hands and took hold of the hilt as he drew it from the sheath.  As Bryce drew the blade the sword grew to a titanic great sword.

Volgus groaned, “What is it with these items of Holding?! You know what never mind, kill them both as an example!”

The driders and satyrs rushed Bryce and Jessel with a mighty swing the first few attackers were cleaved in two, their corpses staining the ground red, “We were TRYING to have a DATE!” Bryce roared as he grabbed a drider and threw them into the air.

Jessel was crushing drider limbs left and right while booting Satyrs with ease, “I was actually enjoying myself for once!”

Bryce looked at her with a feeling of glee as she shouted that sentence, “We could try again next week if you'd like Jessel.” he stated as a he sidestepped a charging satyr.

Jessel swung her hammer sending the Satyr flying into a pair of drider, knocking them down like bowling pins, “I'd like that,” she stopped being interrupted by a drider as she smashed its head in with a powerful swing of her hammer, “I'd like that a lot.”

Bryce ran a drider through with his sword and minced it into small chunks. “I promise all of our dates won't end with us going into battle I swear.”

Jessel laughed at Bryce's joke, only for her to be caught off guard and pierced by a satyr's spear, a sharp howl of pain escaped her mouth as Bryce rushed to her side crushing the attackers head in his hand like a grape, “GUARDS!” he roared, “Stop gawking and fight the invaders back! Protect your prince!”  The guards who seemed both stunned at Bryce's skill in combat as well as his composure during a hectic sword fight such as that. They forced back the reaming attackers while another squadron surrounded Volgus.

Bryce took Jessel from the battle field, attending to her wound.  It was shallow, missing her vitals but it drew a fair amount of blood from her, staining her robes, the spear head jutted out from her body. “Jessel, forgive me for this.” he said frankly as he pulled the spear from her in a swift motion, the blood flowed faster as it was no longer obstructed by the bladed intrusion.

“GAH! Why in the name of the goddess would you do that?!” Jessel howl as she grabbed him by the collar.

“So I can do this,” Bryce spoke placing his hand on her wound, his fur staining red as he began to recite a spell, “Caeruleo flamma ardet intus me da emundatione tua flamma quibus sisteretur fluens vitae ab sociorum vulnera.” As Bryce finished his incantation a blue light radiated from him as an azure flame began to cauterize the wound, stopping the flow of blood from her wound and sealing it. “I hope the burn didn't hurt too much, but the blood flow will stop.”

Jessel winced as she tried to bring herself to her feet, “Not as much as having a spear thrust into me that’s for sure.” she tried to laugh making light of the situation as she stumbled keeping herself close to the wall, “Goddess this hurts. I had no idea you were skilled with magic.” Jessel said with a hint of pain.

“Of course, the royal family is trained in both martial and magical arts,” Bryce stated, “I'm not all that good at it though, mostly just fire magicks and the basics.” Bryce waved down a cleric, having them look over Jessel whilst he walked back toward the battle.

“Where are you going?” Jessel asked worriedly.

Bryce replied coldly, a seething rage hidden in his voice, “I have a traitor to kill. Bryce returned to the battlefield hoisting his sword over her shoulder, as he walked toward the remaining driders and satyrs, “I will give you all one last chance, as you did not attack me or the civilians when commanded. Swear your loyalty to me and I promise you will not share the same sentence as Volgus.”

Some of the satyrs agreed to Bryce's terms almost too eagerly, those who remained bared naught but resent to the young prince swearing, their fealty to their mad lord Lahabre-ha. Bryce shook his head in sadness as he continued to their leader Volgus, he was pressed against the wall by a squadron of pike-men, ordering one of them to stand aside while Bryce took his place, raising his blade toward Volgus' neck, the very tip of the blade pressed against his jugular. The Messenger of Lahabre-ha had a death grip on his blade ready for the fight of his life.

“You will pay for your crimes against the royal family Volgus, you are charged as follows: the murder of King Andreas and Queen Leanna, the attempted murder of Queen Vera, terrorism against the people of the Auracia Kingdom, collusion with war enemies and finally swearing allegiance to the Mad Drider King. What do you have to say for your defence?” Bryce spoke, his voice commanding despite his inexperience. His eyes burning with an intense flame as he stared the heretical madman down.

“I plead guilty,” Volgus spoke, “but I'm dying tonight, not to some pup! Nubes et caligo insaniam, et auferas me de isto carcere et in sinu meo me!” a dark mist enveloped Volgus, he broke out into a fit of laughter as Bryce charged him before the mist finally vanished leaving an empty wall where Volgus once was. The knights stood around in awe as Volgus had vanished, leaving the rest of his comrades to die.

“He has no sense of honor.” one civilian spoke, another piped up, “His death will be a welcome respite!” Bryce's eyes burned bright with rage as he lowered his sword, the thought of not being able to slay the heathen who butchered his mother and father and nearly killed his lover. Bryce sheathed his sword and quieted the crowd.

“My people,” The prince started, “the heretic is gone for now, I am sorry to say that we have to end the festival early, for your own safety. We know not if he will attack again.”

The civilians moaned and murmured as they dispersed to their homes. The guards carried the defectors away while others killed those who stayed loyal to the Mad King.  Bryce walked towards where he left Jessel, a field cleric was attending to her wound. The cleric stood and saluted the young prince, the glow from the cleric’s staff began to fade as Bryce walked up to the now healed Jessel, helping her to her feet as he looked into her eyes, a passionate flame burned between them that no force on Seira could douse.


Across the realms, in the southern continent of Etrar, a swirling black mist formed in the base of the hideous fortress, its intimidating size only offset by the empty black of its color as a starless night. Large thick webs were spun from tower to tower and across the inner cloister, the sound of  innocents howling in pain as they are tortured in the most cruel and unimaginable ways. Out of the black mist formed Volgus, his chest heaving as he rested against a pillar in the keep.  The sound of chitinous legs tapped closer before going silent altogether.

“You return Volgus… but where are our brethren?” a disembodied voice spoke, the sound of which had a strange chittering to it, as if an insect had learned to speak, “Our master provided you plenty of forces to succeed.”

“Rougerith…. I- I,” Volgus stammered his mind flustered as he tried to find a way to break the news of his failure, “I was met with greater resistance than I anticipated. Most of the unit had perished violently. The prince… he is much stronger than we had thought.”  

Rougerith descended from the ceiling, his drider form allowing him effortless control of web spinning and dexterous striding. “T’would seem that you are less efficient a solider than our master let us to believe. Mayhaps our master should’ve killed you when he had the chance, when you came to us weak and sniveling like the vermin you are.”

A loud thud was heard from the inner sanctum of the keep, followed by a whooshing. In a split second Volgus was being held by his head, his feet dangling three feet off the ground.  A deep voice rumbled behind him. “Volgus. Why have you returned without your prize?”

Rougerith dropped as low as he could, his face staring down at the ground, “Lord Lahabre-ha! You grace us with your visage.”

Volgus panicked as he began to fear for his life, “Please my Lord, it was not of my own incompetence that I had failed. The Prince… he was too strong for me or my men alone! Some of them even dissented to his side! Please spare me!” Volgus begged.

Lahabre-ha paused letting out a sigh of both disappointment and relief, “Good, you aren’t completely worthless then. The Prince is strong you say? Good I would have nothing less of my future combatant.”

Lahabre-ha dropped Volgus, his clawed hands dripping with fresh blood from a recent meal, or victim.  As Lahabre-ha licked his finger clean he had a vile thought, a disgusting grin came over his face as he laughed, turning away he signaled for Rougerith and Volgus to follow, as the three walked down to the hall Lahabre-ha traced his razor sharp finger along the wall, until he tapped against a small brick, revealing a hidden staircase that lead down. As the three went down in silence a faint violet light began to come into view to reveal a strange lab, in place of beakers and other alchemical equipment there were strange fleshy growths all over the room filled with various fluids of varying colours and viscousities some were near gelatinous at first glance.

“Welcome to the School. A small laboratory I had developed after my last… attempt. I have had my greatest alchemist, Bella vas Scyllus working in here for the past century. Though she’s changed since then, isn’t that right my dear sweet alchemist.” Lahabre-ha said as he stroked a fleshy growth on the wall.

The growth opened to reveal the torso of a young woman, her hair now just a growth attached to the walls. Her skin was glistening with a strange purple slime and her eyes now empty sockets. In a gurgling voice she spoke, “Lord Lahabre-ha, you grace me with your presence, what brings you to the School? A new experiment perhaps?”  She bowed to her master with gleeful abandon, as if a she were a pet seeing her master again. “Shall I experiment on the fuzzy one like the others? I’m sure I can make his better than my previous failures.”

Lahabre-ha patted her head at her enthusiasm, his face grinning warmly, “I do have need of your skill once again my sweet, sweet alchemist.  I need you to breed a hybrid. Something that would rival Mondus in strength and Enkir in wits.”

Bella pondered for a minute, stroking her chin, “I can… but I’ll need a base, something to build such a creature from. Mondus and Enkir are some of my best works, it would take months, no YEARS for it to be completed.”

Lahabre-ha laughed loudly as he took Volgus by the neck, “I have your base, my sweet. But how long will it take repurpose this worthless form into something powerful?”

Bella’s body stretched and extended toward Volgus’ now cowering face, “hmmm, he is ripe with fear… but other than that I can easily remake him into something useful. It will take around two years to remake him, my lord.”

“Then let it be done, I would have the man who killed the previous King and Queen of Auracia kill their children!” Lahabre-ha spoke as a fleshy pod formed around Volgus as it filled with a black viscous liquid, his eyes went white and his fur began to burn away, until he was naught but bone. “You will be remade Volgus, made strong and wise, able to move mountains with both hand and thought and NOTHING will stop me from reaching my goal.”
Chapter One The Festival of Nine Kings
After a few weeks of rewriting (And school) I have finally finished chapter one!
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It had been five years since the attack at the Festival of the Nine Kings and during this time Bryce had married his beloved Jessel, and took the throne as king with Jessel as queen, his rule had begun and he had brought prosperity to both his country and his allies. But with each day that the rest of the world benefits from peace, Etrar and the dark forces that stew within it enslave more people. The leading powers across Seira have met to discuss the current issues that plague their lands. To most it was a means of keeping peace, to Bryce, it was a meeting of greedy birds squawking at everything they disagreed on.

“The Northern Empire must allow trade between themselves and the Twilit Isles.” Spoke the Baron of the Twilit Isles, his visage was both unpleasant and regal, dressed head to toe in fine velvet robes with a plethora of gemstones and glistening gold covered his filthy swine like features, when he wasn’t speaking he was stuffing his gullet with food, chewing loudly and being a general nuisance.

“For the last time, Baron DuPont, we will not trade with you as you have nothing to give us! We are economy of needs not wants!” The slender Empress spoke, her thin build was offset by her sharp emerald eyes, her dress was a simple red with a dragon emblazoned on the left side down to the hip. Her claws sharpened to a point as they rapped on the table with both boredom and impatience at the shoat’s boorish behaviour. Her feline features sat well in the darkness of the room.

“Empress Xiao Feng, please calm down.” A wizened voice spoke, “we all know of how poorly your country is doing with recent damages to your farmlands, and you have the support of Mnzl el Maa.” The pharaoh of Taraksh spoke, his jet black fur and slender face were similar that of a Nubian jackal, his form of dress was better suited for the scalding heat of the Desert of Taraksh rather the cold room of this council chamber. His visage dressed up in gold paint and fine silks, his body cut and well hardened by both the elements and battle.

A titan of a woman stood up, slamming her fist on the table, shaking it violently. “We ignore the biggest issue of all! The young King has joined the council and wishes to speak! The newest seat of the Auracia throne has shown pure decorum and you all bicker like children.” Her gargantuan frame offset by her beauty, her ursine features covered by simple handmade cloth from some beast she had killed with her bare hands most likely.

The entirety of the council chamber went quiet as Bryce stood, clearing his throat before he began, “Fellow lords and ladies, I have but one question for you. Why is the Etrar still at war?”

The piggard from the Twilit Isles spoke up, “Because they’re heathens!”

“No,” Bryce retorted, “Because they are being ruled by a monster who would enslave us all. And yet we sit here debating on who gets what?! I stand for it no longer. My people, OUR people have been fighting down there for centuries and for what? More death and a stagnated war!” Bryce paced from his seat to the front of the room, “I offer this, we end this war, and we bring them the peace they have been so denied for the past five hundred years.”

The Empress spoke, “I commend your determination King Auracia, but the North cannot just go to war, my people are starving, and my lands are in chaos.” Her face changed from sadness to anger, “And this Hog wants to bleed my country dry!”

Baron DuPont attempted to defend himself, “Such slander! I only wanted to bolster our countries relations! And to use a term of such offense like I … I am some kind of filthy animal!”  He said as he sucked back some meat clean off the bone.

“Empress Feng,” Bryce said as he changed from a stern and harsh tone to a calm and refreshing one. “I understand your plight and I will help you as best my country can.  We have plenty of farmland that is not being used this season, I can give you this land as a sign of good faith, you and your people are welcome in my lands.”

“And what of my people?” DuPont spoke, as if he were being offended and ignored, “They suffer as well!”

“You’re people suffer, Father, because you and your ilk keep the wealth to yourself!” a young voice resounded as a young woman entered the chamber, her features were close to that a doe, her eyes fierce yet gentle as she was dressed in respectable attire. “And it is high time that your barony came to a close.”

“Margaret! What are you doing here, I told you to wait in the cloister!” DuPont bellowed out, some of the food spitting out of his gaping maw, “Get out of here this instant, or so help me you will pay!”

“Baron DuPont,” The Pharaoh spoke, “I would like to bring up a new topic actually. You’re countries distribution of wealth. We, the council, have noticed a fairly large shift in both your personal and federal wealth. We have noticed that your people are going hungry and you demand more and more from your allied nations.”

Bryce turned his gaze back to the fat boar, the obese pig’s chest heaving up and down as his laboured breath quickened, “What’s the matter DuPont? Are you hiding something from the Council?”

His adopted daughter spoke up again, “There’s more than just that! He’s been double dealing the council, He’s been working with the monsters in the south!”

Bryce’s expression went from annoyance to a deep seething rage in almost an instant, like something had been turned off in his mind. An aura of pure malice radiated from him as if he was about to kill at a moment’s notice. “Is this true DuPont? You do know that the punishment for fraternizing with the enemy is death, yes?”

DuPont’s brow began to bead with sweat in almost an instant as he obviously lied through his teeth, “I’ve never done such a thing! I shudder to even THINK of speaking with anyone form the south let alone allying myself with them!”

The titanic woman held down DuPont, “You are dodging the question hog-ling, or do you WANT to be tried as a conspirator?”

Bryce walks over to the guards, silently ordering them to restrain DuPont as he made his way in front of the putrid baron, his look of pure determination and purpose as he slammed his hands down in front of DuPont, “Speak the truth, if you value your fat skin.”

DuPont, sweating bullets as he stalled, refusing to answer the question. “I am no traitor! I have only wanted what is best for my people!”

Bryce brandished his blade to the hog’s neck, “I will ask again, are you a traitor against the Council?”

Dupont’s once terrified expression changed to that of a menacing grin, “You just don’t know when to give up do you, boy? You are far too persistent, you know that?” the sounds of bones snapping and breaking began to fill the room as DuPont’s body began to contort and shift in a violent and hideous matter, his fat sluggish form now replaced with one that towered over even the Amazoness in height, his cleft hooves now sharpened to a point. His eyes beaming with an evil light as his very aether felt as if it had darkened the air.

“You traitor! You would side with a slaver for… for what money? Power?” Bryce barked in anger. His fangs bared in rage.

“I would side with Lahabre-ha for supremacy! He gave me more power than I could ever want, what I wanted is total rule! When I kill all of you and I turn this world over to my Master, He will make me Lord of Seira!”

DuPont laughed manically as he basked in what he believed was his victory until the sound of bone breaking and skin tearing. Bryce’s Slab of a sword had cleaved the treacherous swine in two, DuPont’s now gushing corpse spilling onto the ground, his innards spilling onto the floor of the council chamber. A puddle of blood of pooling at the cut as Bryce stood over DuPont’s cleaved body. A pool of blood began to form at Bryce’s feet as he returned his sword back to his sheathe.

“Let it be known here and now, any of us who choose not to go to war against Lahabre-ha will be considered traitors to their own kind.” A look of incandescent rage over came Bryce, “And I will not hesitate to strike any single one of you down.”

As Bryce and the other council members vacated the room, the Empress of the North and the Pharaoh stood next to Bryce and proclaimed their loyalty to Bryce’s cause. As they drafted their agreement to assist each others military in the coming war, the Representative of the Amazons and the new Duchess of the Twilight Isles stood ready to go to war.

Bryce looked at his allies with pure determination, “Very well, now that we have come to a consensus we must prepare. A war will tax all of our countries greatly for both our people and our lands for what is to come. I can have a force ready within four months with myself acting as High Commander.”

The other leaders looked to him at with a look of impress, the Amazon let out a hearty laugh and patted the young king on his back, “Very well Little King! I too will have my Spear Sisters ready in four months! We shall see you on the field of war!”

The clouds flashed past the Deck of the airship ferrying Bryce and the Pharaoh back to the Auracian Sky-port, Bryce stood on the deck of the ship overlooking the vast sea between the neutral Island nation of Nogoorsa and the Eastern Continent where their respective Kingdoms reside. A look of worry was awash over his face, as the Pharaoh joined him, “You seem troubled young king, for your first time at the Grand Council you did well. Rallying not one but all the Neutral parties into going to war with the South is impressive!”

“That's the thing Ammon, I mainly got them to agree with out of sheer bravado. I've been king all of three years and I've declared WAR.” Bryce's mood coming off as both panicked and terrified as he spoke to Ammon el Maa, “Whats my wife going to say?” he said his eyes bulging out of fear.

Ammon let out hearty laugh, “If your Jessel is still the Spitfire I remember her being when you two got married then I'm sure you are in for a hell of an ear full when you break the news.”

Bryce's mood began to lighten as his fellow leader made light of his panic, even as fresh on the throne as he is Bryce had shown great promise at inspiring his people, and knowing how many of them wanted this war to end made this only easier. But Jessel, Jessel had always been stubborn, especially when it came to the war. Her father had joined the peacekeeping movement as a Field-smith shortly before her wedding, but when communication between the Southern front and the Auracian Kingdom went dark she began to fear for the worst. She believes that going to war and sending more and more young men and women would only end up killing them.

The airship flight took little more than a few hours before coming in at the Auracian docks. A small squadron of knights awaited Bryce, a small regiment of decorated soldiers, armoured lightly and equipped in small arms. As Bryce left the airship a chill went up his spine, as a second squad of soldiers came toward him, in escort formation. Upon reaching Bryce the front of the group separated to reveal Jessel, clad in a pale white dress embroidered with golden thread, her arms adorned with bracelets and bangles encrusted with precious gems, atop her head her crown laden with rubies and diamonds, the official stones of the Auracian throne. Her hair flowing in the wind as she rushed towards his side, taking hold of her beloved husband and king. Her grasp on him was vice-like and passionate as if she had not seen him in years.

In a sincere and happy voice she said, “Welcome home.”
Chapter Two: A Call for War
HOLY CRAP, its done! To ring in the new year, a new chapter! this would've come out in December but I got hit with exams, Christmas plans and New years parties. There was just a metric Tonne of distractions for this chapter but its finally done! 

I do hope you guys enjoy it!
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These are the records of the events of the Drider Wars, a long running battle between the forces of a mad demon and a benevolent goddess. However to fully understand the war you understand how the world came to be. Before the first star was born, the Goddess of all things walked amongst the empty void; her visage was the only thing known to the entire void,  each step of her being glistened with a white light, as the tomes tell us. She looked about the expanse of black and with a singular movement she birthed the first star. The heat from the stars forged the new worlds and the life on them, but a singular world radiated with the raw energy of the birthing, catching the attention of this new mother. Seeing the planet and the mortals beginning to live on it, what was an instant for her was a series of eons for the world, its inhabitants climbing to their penultimate evolutions, beings that were both man and beast, as wise as they were powerful, however they waged war amongst themselves. Slaying each other over petty things such as land and belief. Refusing to let her children kill each other over such minute squabbles she graced the world with her presence it was as if all violence within the mortals had simply vanished.

From this peace the mortals created a society in her name, built on her visage and kindness, but within the hearts of all mortals lay a darkness, a darkness that spawned a being of evil and malice, known simply as An'haket. His visage was that of the opposite of The Goddess hideous and radiating with a force of evil so pure and finely tuned that he rivalled even the Goddess with his very aura. He stood before her, simply existing was enough to corrupt the darkness within the hearts of the mortals even further, bringing out their darkest fears and making them real, creating monsters.  Beings born of the negative emotions of man, their hatred spawned Devils, their lust spawned Succubi, their deceit spawned Satyrs, their wrath spawned the mythicals, but most unfortunately their madness spawned the most vile and viscous of monsters, the Driders, a race of half man half spider but the most twisted and mad of them all was so powerful even An'haket was no match for his unbridled insanity. With a simple strike of his leg he sundered the ground, splitting the singular continent into five.

The Goddess, seeing this display of madness and power she birthed beings to strike him down and seal his power, the Valkyries. Angels of pure light who were born and empowered by the light in the hearts of mortals, the most powerful Valkyrie was Elysium, whose hair was red like a blaze, her eyes deep blue like the oceans, she was always walking around with the mortals caring for them like a doting mother, fending off the Driders attack until that Mad Drider not only burst through her defences but violently slaughter Elysium in front of those who followed her. Simply stating, “Even her strongest pawn was nothing against me, THE GODDESS HER SELF IS NOTHING TO ME!” As Elysium's body fell to the ground a brilliant glow came from it as it faded in to eight crystal shards,  as they scattered themselves across the world and time itself.

Lahabre-ha taunted the goddess with his power and ruled over mortals cruelly until a young mortal who was able to not only move the earth with a flick of his wrist but manipulate the very Aether that ran through the world. He was blessed with a fragment of Elysium’s power and not only challenged Lahabre-ha but defeated him after a gruelling seven day battle between the two left them both weakened and exhausted before eventually Lahabre-ha fell, cursing the Warrior for not only standing against him but standing in his path to becoming god.  The warrior was named Argus, and after the combat he united his people and granted them mere pieces of his power, allowing them control over the aether just as he had. The world entered a time of peace, days turned to years, years to centuries and although Argus had passed and Lahabre-ha had risen and fallen, bringing forth new heroes to stop him, the cycle of war against the Mad Drider king had begun over and over again, four times in total.

The world had changed and the once unified nation separated, wars over land and law broke out across all of Seira, until one man, a king stood against all of it and reunited the broken home of this world.  His name was Geralt Arbus Auracia, first of his name and inheritor of one of the four noble houses. With his kindness and wisdom, he brought the wars to an end, settled the squabbles and shared his wealth with those who needed it, but in turn there were those who abused their power, constantly standing against Geralt's peace, erecting a fortress of obsidian as a stronghold for their vile purposes. A century of war ravaged the now barren southern continent, some of the Mythical creatures spawned from mortal Wrath learned compassion and sided with Geralt, finding places in his ranks as solders and as their place in the cities as citizens.

As Geralt passed from old age his Son, Andreas Videl Auracia, led his father's crusade making some progress against those who stood against his father’s ideals. But four years into his campaign to save the southern continent, His beloved wife and queen was with child, a daughter with hair of snow and eyes of red named Vera, who when born, would lead the Southern War to is near complete victory at the young age of 15. Two weeks before Vera would devise the strategy that would lead her and her father’s campaign to glory the queen sired another child, a son. Like his parents he would be born with the similarities to an Arctic fox, with fur of white and immense cunning, but alas not all things are meant to be pleasant. Shortly after his birth a raid was laid on the castle, led by Andreas' second in command, Volgus Nacht Weire. The young prince was taken and hidden away raised by, a skilled swords master named An'beria, a close friend to the Auracian throne who taught. Without his parents to give him a name the prince was named by his surrogate. The prince was Named Bryce Valen Auracia, future king and protector of his lands.

An'beria taught Bryce of the suffering and abuse of the poor, while the rich did nothing, trained him in the ways of the Knight, teaching him kindness and respect to his enemies whilst showing no mercy to those who spurned his grace, Bryce became a patient and wise young man but when was finally brought back to House Auracia as the heir to the throne he felt as if he was missing something. He never knew the touch of a woman, the feel of a lover then during his welcoming ceremony something caught his eye, a beautiful woman, who had men falling at her feet, a blacksmith's daughter no less. With his infatuation Bryce sought her out, trying day after day to court her until finally she agreed to one evening with him, an evening to remember. Our Story begins that very night.
Dider Wars: the Flames of Kings
I've finally destroyed my Writers block! After... I dunno 2.5 years. I present to you my final Draft of what will by my Series "Drider Wars", previously titled "Out of the Nightmare". I will be posting the new chapters as they completed until I finally complete the first book I do hope you guys enjoy what I'm putting up. I do hope that the prologue did enough basic world building. Leave any Critiques you may have. 

Edit: October 15, 2015

Edited some punctuation and paragraph spacing, it was a bit of a wall of text, hopefully I cleaned it up a bit.
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poetry maybe? I don't know

Journal Entry: Thu Feb 4, 2016, 9:21 PM
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SO, its been over a year since my last Journal post, so thats a thing. 

As you may or may not have noticed I'm writing a lot more now and I'm thinking of taking that to the next level with some commissions, for anything between poetry to short stories,  I want to try and expand my literary skill and who knows maybe this could even help with that.

if anyone is interested in what I have to offer, simply send me a note with what you want and we'll negotiate.

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