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|Friday, July 28th, 2006|
|Snippet of a psuedo fanfic idea
Phelan danced back and wiped the blood from his muzzle. "One of the Duandralin, I see. I've never seen one of you before." The dark haired elf facing Phelan didn't acknowledge Phelan's words, instead flicking the blood from the fist that struck Phelan.
"I'll say it one last time, dog. Hand over the girl and you don't have to die." The elf gestured to the tembling and terrified blonde elven girl a few yards behind Phelan.
"And I'll tell you again. I told her I'd help her. End of story." Phelan said patiently, as though explaining something to a particularly dense child.
The Duandralin elf's face clouded dangerously as he settled into a martial arts stance, his dark armor flowing smoothly with his motions. "Then I shall dirty my hands with your blood..." His speech was interrupted by a flurry of blows from Phelan, a quick left right punch combo followed by a straight kick that caught the elf off guard and sent him tumbling.
Phelan grinned evilly and growled. "The Duandralin aren't the only martial artists out there, elf." Phelan mockingly gestured for the elf to get to his feet and attack again.
Phelan didn't even see the attack coming. The Duandralin seemed to dissapear before his eyes and a searing pain ripped through Phelan's side as the elf's suddenly grown claws gouged deep. Trapping the elf's arm against his body, Phelan sent a short jab rocketing into the elf's jaw before letting go of the arm and unloading a spinning backhand on the still dazed elf. Phelan pressed his advantage, striking hard and fast and keeping the elf close so he couldn't pull his dissapearing trick again. Finally Phelan caught the elf by the shoulders and slammed his forehead into the elf's nose. There was a sickening crunch and collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap, unconscious.
Phelan gingerly felt along the gashes in his side, wincing in pain, then nodded satisfied that they weren't lifethreatening. The elf girl behind Phelan raced up to examine him. "Are you okay?" she asked, still trembling in fear.
"No worries Idril. I'm okay." Phelan patted the girl's shoulder comfortingly. He reminded himself that the girl may be three times his age, but she had far less experience in the world than he did. "Just need to clean and bandage it when we make camp tonight."
Idril nodded quickly, still looking on the verge of tears. She looked fearfully at the crumpled form of the Duandralin on the ground. "I knew they would come for me. I knew they would come, but part of me didn't want to believe." She shook her head as though trying to wake from a nightmare. "I can't believe you felled him so easily."
Phelan grinned and tousled her long hair. She scowled at him in return. "Just another day's work for such a world renowned martial artist like myself." Phelan said jokingly. "Seriously though, he was overconfident. He didn't think I was a threat. I may not be a Duandralin, but I've been studying the art of combat for a very long time."
Idril quietly nodded. "This won't be the last one."
Phelan agreed. "I know. There will be more. But I gave you my word that I would help you and my word is my bond. So I'll take on every one of them they send at you." He grinned suddenly. "Besides, it's pretty fun to fight those guys."
Idril rolled her eyes at Phelan. "Only you would get excited about fighting Duandralin. But what are we going to do about him?" She pointed to the unconscious elf.
"Tie him up and leave him on the road for someone to find." Phelan said, already rummaging in the Duandralin's backpack. "Ah ha." He pulled out a long silvery rope. "Probably planned to tie you up in this." He said to Idril. She agreed mutely.
Phelan quickly trussed up the elf, double and triple knotting the bonds before jamming an old rag in his mouth. "There we go. That should keep him off our back until a merchant comes on by and finds him. Now, let's get going. I hear there's an inn in the next town that does a really good roast lamb and I want to try it."
"Sure, Phelan." Idril smiled up at him as he started down the road. After a parting kick into the Duandralin's private parts, she followed right behind. Current Mood: okay
|Wednesday, April 26th, 2006|
Well, the plan this week was to try to do either 1 character profile (as in the template that I posted ages and ages ago) or 1000 words per day. But the fact tha ti'm out of the house more often than not this week is really screwing with my ability to get any of this done. I'm going over stuff in my head (want to write some more outline stuff when I get more time), but I'm going to push back my per day work until next week when I'm not housesitting and can work on it steadily. Current Mood: disappointed
|Monday, April 24th, 2006|
|Samurai's Heart partial timeline
( Cut for people who don't want to be spoiledCollapse )
, I've only got ideas, not real solid plans. I know there are things I want to do. I'm going to list them now in no particular order. ( Again cut to prevent those few of you not wanting spoilersCollapse )
I know I want more things to happen while in Imperial City. I want to hit more on the political and intrigue factors and add some more action-investigation. I also need a big event to force the characters on to the next part of the story (which is leaving the City and travelling to the monk's monastary for more info on what they might be facing). I've got a couple ideas for that big event as well as a couple of more things for the investigation. Hopefully I can tie the investigation adn the event together (and I think I can). I've just got to organize my ideas better and get them more chronologically ordered so that I can figure how ~much~ of each I need. Current Mood: working
|Saturday, April 22nd, 2006|
|Part of a rewrite, just a snippet in my head.
The cat creature was fast. Too damned fast. The short straight blade it carried flashed out like a blur at my throat and I stumbled back, feeling the wind of its passage across my face. The creature didn't relent, a second and then a third attack came at me, almost faster than my eye could follow. I danced backward, evading the sword by the barest of margins and the creature pushed me back harder, hissing ferociously and baring it's fangs at me. I couldn't keep dodging forever, I had just one chance to put things back on even footing. My right hand flew to the hilt of my katana even as it was popped free of its sheath by my left thumb. The katana made a silky hiss as it left the sheath in a blur, slicing at the creature even as it was being drawn forth. The basics of iaijutsu as beaten and taught to me since I was a boy, draw and cut in the same swift motion. The cat creature never had the chance to dodge or even to scream before my sword cut through its throat with the sound of wet cloth being torn. It crumpled to the ground, dropping its blade and clutching the ruined remains of its neck, the sound of wet bubbling filling the small room as it struggled to breathe. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stepped forward and removed the creatures head, ending its suffering. A flick of the wrist removed the blood from my katana before I knelt down to study the creature I had just killed. Current Mood: hyper
|Saturday, April 15th, 2006|
|For Samurai Heart background.
There's a mirror image world to the "real" world. Co-existing in the same place at the same time with the same sun and stars and moon. Things are drastically different in terms of flora and fauna. But some of the locals can cross over into the "real" world, but it's difficult. They're the "oni" or demons or goblins. I refer to them as oni in the story.
Some can manifest as huge ogre-esque things or various sorts of large monsters the likes of which I haven't thought of yet, but most of them show up as the short goblin like things seemingly made up of claws and teeth and an appetite. Most times they can't come to the real world, they don't have the energy, so they either need a boost from the real world or they need the barrier between them to be weakened. And negative energy is good for this, so they can show up after things like murders and battles or other sorts of violence and hatred (beatings, rapes, torture, etc).
But they can't stay for long, they exhaust their energy and reform back in the dark mirror world until they have enough energy to come back. They can extend their stay various ways, which is where they come into the story. Firstly they can stay by getting more of that negative energy directly from something living. They can do this by outright killing and/or eating people or animals (people being better for it) or they can inspire terror or other strong negative emotions (kind of like emotional succubi, I suppose).
Secondly, they can do it by binding themself to something that was once alive, like the corpse of a human or animal. Their physical presence manifests itself as the mask that covers the face (thus linking it with the original japanese sort of zombies) and the control the body kind of like a puppet. They feed off the traces of life force in the body as well as the physical body itself, which is why the zombies continue to decay and eventually become skeletal. Also why breaking the mask "kills" the zombie, it breaks their physical manifestation and forces them back to the dark mirror world.
Thirdly and most efficient is to be "invited" into the body and soul of a living person. Since the person is alive and kicking, the oni has an indefinate supply of energy to keep themself in the real world. The original personality may be present and a willing accomplice or it may be surpressed/destroyed.
My feeling is tha tmost of the oni are the feral and near mindless goblin type (most of the zombies are like this as well). They rarely get the chance needed to grow into larger and/or more intelligent types of oni, but some do. They come to the real world to feed on living things there to expand their own dark energy potential. Killing and eating animals only raises that energy potential by a little, but killing, eating, or otherwise feeding of humans raises it a lot more. And as that potential grows, so does their size and/or intelligence as well as how long they can stay in the real world before being forced back, which starts an upward spiral effect as their size, intelligence, and staying power allow them to kill and feed even more. Current Mood: creative
|Monday, August 29th, 2005|
|Friday, April 8th, 2005|
This is just something that I've had rattling around in my head for a while. No title, no plans on making it more than a one shot. It's sci-fi cyberpunk-y, so I hope people enjoy what I've got so far. Comments are always welcome. ( Cut to protect the innocentCollapse ) Current Mood: blah
|Saturday, November 6th, 2004|
|Untitled novel: Chapter Two
This chapter is shorter than the other two, probably because it's kind of an atypical chapter for me and not one that I usually like writing. However it's an important chapter as it hints at a lot of things that I'll be explaining later and gives you a better feel for the characters. Yes, I'm completely aware that right now things are somewhat confusing and there's lots of references to things and people that aren't explained. Trust me, I'll get to them. I've had this planned this way for a while, though I've gone into more before the explainations than I had originally meant to.
For those of you wondering, chapter two is 1752 words. ( Chapter TwoCollapse ) Current Mood: working
|Thursday, November 4th, 2004|
|Untitled novel: Chapter One
Yes, there is a perspective shift here. Yes, it was planned this way from relatively early on. It's not a hard transition though, I wouldn't think.
For the curious, the first chapter is 2930 words( Chapter OneCollapse ) Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004|
|Untitled story: Prologue
I haven't gotten a title for this one yet. It hasn't been a priority. Incidentally, in case you're wondering, the prologue is 2351 words. Oh and note to self. Change the icons on this journal. ( PrologueCollapse ) Current Mood: accomplished
|Wednesday, June 9th, 2004|
|Friday, June 4th, 2004|
|Thursday, May 27th, 2004|
|I tried to write yesterday, honest.
Work and a slight bout of writers block prevented me from feeling creative enough to get much written yesterday. But here's another chunk of the story anyway. Hopefully work will cooperate tonight and I'll be able to brainstorm and write stuff out in my head as I work.
Oh, and before I post it up, please feel free to make suggestions and point out where sentences, phrases, situations don't work/could be better. Or even point out things that you particularly liked. I haven't showed any revisions yet, but they will be done once the story as a whole has been completed. I need feedback to help improve my writing people. ( Fifth partCollapse ) Current Mood: tired
|Wednesday, May 26th, 2004|
I've not been able to get into a creative feeling groove at all this evening. I blame work. No, really. But anyway, I got like two paragraphs done tonight and that's not enough to post, so you'll just have to wait until tomorrow for more Kael. Current Mood: discontent
|Tuesday, May 25th, 2004|
|One more small chunk, then bed
( Part the thirdCollapse )
Yes, I know that these are coming in pretty short chunks. At least they're short chunks that you're actually ~reading~, instead of longer chunks that never get out of my head and into text.
Note to self. Get new icons for this journal. Current Mood: sleepy
|Monday, May 24th, 2004|
|Read here 1st
I know, it's not very much and I'm not really happy with that last line of dialogue, but it couldn't hurt to post up anyway. I hope to work on it more this evening after work. I hope the formatting comes out okay. ( Part twoCollapse ) Current Mood: creative
|Monday, May 17th, 2004|
|BESM Kael stats
While I don't feel quite up to working on the latest Kael short story, here's his BESM stats from this story. THis is a much younger Kael so he's not quite as skilled, but he's still a really really nasty piece of work.I might do his D&D 3.0 stats too tonight or something, who knows.
Genre: Medieval Fantasy
Description and Character Notes:
Health Points: 65
Energy Points: 45
Shock Value: 13
Combat Value: 8
Defense Value: 6
Attributes: Skills Acrobatics 1x3 = 3
Intimidation 1x4 = 4
Riding 1x3 = 3
Wilderness Survival 1x3 = 3
Wilderness Tracking 1x3 = 3
Melee Attack 1x5 = 5
Melee Defense 1x5 = 5
Stealth 1x4 = 4 Combat Mastery
3x2 = 6 Massive Damage
2x2 = 4 (10 extra damage) Highly Skilled
1x1 = 1 Kensei
3x1 = 3 Lightning Draw
Precise Stroke Organizational Ties
1x3 = 3 Great Power Recurring Nightmares
1x-1 = -1 Light Armor
2x1 = 2 (5 damage stopped) Obvious
Item of Power
1x2 = 2 Weapon Attack 1x4 = 4 (30 damage)
Sixth Sense 1x1 = 1
Sense Spirits Speed
1x1 = 1 Damn Healthy!
1x1 = 1 Personal Gear
1x1 = 1 (1 major items) Major Items (1 major items)
Minor Items (4 minor items) Heightened Awareness
2x1 = 2
Info And Comments For: Kael Current Mood: apathetic
|Monday, May 10th, 2004|
|It's not much, but it's a start.
Kael short story #1
Randai Morar saw the signs of brewing trouble almost right away. His was the only inn in the village of Voratim and come nightfall, all the locals found their way there for a pint and a smoke. But since the incidents started, tempers had frayed and innocent jests had turned into malicious verbal barbs. And for the first time in the 20 years that Randai had owned the inn, there had been fights, utterly viscious brawls the likes he hadn't seen since he had left the King's Army. But as bad as they had been, nobody had been killed. Not when the people they were fighting were their friends, neighbors, and acquaintences.
But tonight was different.
In the far corner of the inn, near the fire, was an unfamiliar face. He had come in shortly before sunset, when the regulars would start making their way in from their farms and shops. He had asked for a room and a meal in a voice that had had been deep, but quiet. After paying for these things, the man had walked to the dark table and said no more through the evening, resisting every attempt at small talk from Randai, his wife, or his sons who all worked at the inn. The man was tall and even as he sat at his table he was swathed in a heavy brown cloak, a short sword of some sort jutting out from each shoulder. Randai had almost asked for the man to disarm himself while in the common room, but the look in the man's eyes had frozen the request in Randai's throat.
But now Randai wished that he'd asked anyway. The common room was getting as loud and rowdy as it had been, but now all the regulars had a new place to focus their anger and frustration. If they couldn't let loose all the way on each other without consequence, maybe they could and would on this stranger. Instead of broken noses and bruises, Randai would have blood and bodies to deal with. Probably many of them, if he judged the stranger correctly.
And now Randai's fears were starting to look more and more like they were going to come true. He heard voices being raised from the far side of the common room in anger and he recognised who they belonged to. Olan Gakat and Rumm Eral, two men who had been particularly hard hit by the recent troubles. Olan had come home one evening to find his wife and two daughters torn to shreds by something unknown, while Rumm had lost his son and nearly three dozen head of cattle in the same way. They weren't alone in their loss. Someone or something had gruesomely killed more than a dozen people and even more animals in the last six weeks with no end in sight. And it sounded more and more like Olan and Rumm had found all the scapegoat that they needed.
Randai heard, more than saw, the two of them stand up and walk across the room to the stranger's corner. Others joined them, gaining courage through alcohol and numbers, some loosening the daggers at their belt. Randai called his sons from the kitchen even as he hurridly stepped out from behind the counter, but he was already too late.
"Me friends and I are a bit curious, stranger." Olan hooked his thumbs into his belt, his right hand conspiciously near to the long skinning knife on his waist. "We don't get much in the way of visitors out here, so we want to know what you're doing in Voratim."
The man's voice was quiet, almost drowned by the muttering and background noise, but still somehow managed to grab the attention of everybody and hold on. He answered without even looking up from the frosted mug of beer he was drinking. "My business here is my own. I do not need to discuss this with the likes of you." Current Mood: tired
|Monday, May 3rd, 2004|
I've been in a creative funk lately. I just can't seem to concentrate on any one thing. I'll start thinking about Project: Black Dawn and get a cool idea for something I want to do with it, then something else will pop into my head for Samurai's Heart. Then just as I'm feeling like fleshing that out, something cool will come around for Kael. Or for the Crusade-esque story that I still need to come up with a temporary name for (Grey Crusade is the closest I can come up with right now and it needs work). Or the tentative series of techno-assassin stories that occasionally sound like fun. And so on and so forth.
So, in the interest of trying to get focused, I'm going to try short stories. Ordinarily not my medium of choice as I feel that they're hard to tell a well arounded tale in, but I think it would be a good idea in this case. So the first subject is going to be Kael. The main reason is that I'm not feeling like I'm expressing Kael on the page as well as he is defined in my head. In my head, Kael is a badass. Ultimate badass. The kind that doesn't need to threaten you to make you piss your pants and apologize, he just needs one hard look. And right now he's too damned talky and social for that. He shouldn't have friends. He really shouldn't even have much in the way of comrades, just people that he quietly respects in the professional sense. He shouldn't get chatty (even when talking shop). He needs to be short and to the point, purely talking business at all times. He needs to intimidate or at least command respect from people around him, through actions or attitude. He needs to be scarily focused and dangerous. He needs to be the total sum of D from Vampire Hunter D, The Man With No Name from the Clint Eastwood movies, and any other hardass who lets his weapons do all the talking he needs.
So I'm going to write some short stories, to better help me transition Kael from my head to the page and to do that I'm going to concentrate on ~him~, not the overall story. Essentially I'm going to go from a typically shonen style of storytelling, which is to focus on the overall plot and weave the characters into it, and move to a shojo style, which is to concentrate on the characters and write the story around them. Which is something I should have been doing in the first place with Kael, really. ( Don't read if you don't want the plot of the first story spoiledCollapse ) Current Mood: working