The Creators favored race flourished in the Realms.
But in the dark of the void the child sent his whispering minions seeking what he could exploit but found no gaps to take root inside...
The queens continued to create wondrous beasts and animals for the elves to enjoy and watch over but as time grew on the shadow began to make darker beasts..
With in the ground she made creachers to toil in darkness. made them like the perfect elves but short and stronger.. and from the earth was born the Dwarven workers of the deep.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Kings of the devine cort
Continuing from the last post..
Both of the females were sent out to explore the new worlds and in there presence the universes illuminated by one and cast into eternal gloom by the other.
Reaching out the creator reached out again gathering of his own self and the creators generals were formed to keep safe the divine realm ( 2 red and 2 black kings serving the red and black queen )
The kings sought to please the creator and sought to create beasts and other manner of living things to inhabit the worlds to please there creator.
But both queens soon realized that there needed to be more then animals... together they created the faibrin... the elf kind.
Tall and impossibly athletic... these elves were made in the likeness of the one who created the queens of light and darkness.. they like the queens were immortal.. un-phased by the march of time and free of the influence of death
The were placed in great boundless forests in the realms and pleased the creator.
The son of the creator could no longer hide his contempt any longer and tore a part of him self casting it down and watching as it grew to become 8 beings all bound to the son.... these became the 8 destroyers.
Diasparas the dispareing was born of ash and suffering and would sow his black sorrow into all mortals hearts
Gal wra was the wrath child..who emerged dripping blood and indignant hate.... feeling as if all of existence had given him due cause to wish for vengeance to be granted upon them for his benefit.. a child who lusted for battle and to injure any befor him to sooth his rage, is forever unquenchable.
enviorus the envied looks upon all creation with desire and anger seeing all as havering superior lots of existence and wishing to breed misfortune into there life.
Gal grederon the greedy was born of two half's and both awoke seeking everything from any one including eachother... and seeking it in consent excess... highly distressing and wishing for anything possessed held by another no mater how insignificant.
Slav Ren The sloth born and leached the ambition form all leaving only apathy and laziness to the point of being unable to sustain life...
Primora and Lussaris the proud and the lustful emerged together one boated mighty about himself and of all that he would bring bits of reflective items would gather allowing himself to preen and admire himself endlessly... while his sister wanted.... power.. sexual pleasure... knowledge... her ravenous desire caused her to make any thing disire to give her what her lusts damand.
finally glutic The gluttonous emerged at last... the devourer and over consumer caused all near him to never be satisfied and constantly over indulge any desire..
The child of the creator went fort with his creations to demand to be given his father realm.
The battle was not chronicled but the results are well know...
The creator being sickened by what his child had done smote reality again perceiving down into the heart of the void making within nothingness a whole known as the unmaking... and cast his child and the child's 8 creations into the pit to be undone.
The child was thrown and nearly was swallowed by the vortex of the unmaking but stubbornly held on. pulling his creations from the yawning nexus.
In the void the child swore vengeance upon the creator and sought to free himself... by any means.
Both of the females were sent out to explore the new worlds and in there presence the universes illuminated by one and cast into eternal gloom by the other.
Reaching out the creator reached out again gathering of his own self and the creators generals were formed to keep safe the divine realm ( 2 red and 2 black kings serving the red and black queen )
The kings sought to please the creator and sought to create beasts and other manner of living things to inhabit the worlds to please there creator.
But both queens soon realized that there needed to be more then animals... together they created the faibrin... the elf kind.
Tall and impossibly athletic... these elves were made in the likeness of the one who created the queens of light and darkness.. they like the queens were immortal.. un-phased by the march of time and free of the influence of death
The were placed in great boundless forests in the realms and pleased the creator.
The son of the creator could no longer hide his contempt any longer and tore a part of him self casting it down and watching as it grew to become 8 beings all bound to the son.... these became the 8 destroyers.
Diasparas the dispareing was born of ash and suffering and would sow his black sorrow into all mortals hearts
Gal wra was the wrath child..who emerged dripping blood and indignant hate.... feeling as if all of existence had given him due cause to wish for vengeance to be granted upon them for his benefit.. a child who lusted for battle and to injure any befor him to sooth his rage, is forever unquenchable.
enviorus the envied looks upon all creation with desire and anger seeing all as havering superior lots of existence and wishing to breed misfortune into there life.
Gal grederon the greedy was born of two half's and both awoke seeking everything from any one including eachother... and seeking it in consent excess... highly distressing and wishing for anything possessed held by another no mater how insignificant.
Slav Ren The sloth born and leached the ambition form all leaving only apathy and laziness to the point of being unable to sustain life...
Primora and Lussaris the proud and the lustful emerged together one boated mighty about himself and of all that he would bring bits of reflective items would gather allowing himself to preen and admire himself endlessly... while his sister wanted.... power.. sexual pleasure... knowledge... her ravenous desire caused her to make any thing disire to give her what her lusts damand.
finally glutic The gluttonous emerged at last... the devourer and over consumer caused all near him to never be satisfied and constantly over indulge any desire..
The child of the creator went fort with his creations to demand to be given his father realm.
The battle was not chronicled but the results are well know...
The creator being sickened by what his child had done smote reality again perceiving down into the heart of the void making within nothingness a whole known as the unmaking... and cast his child and the child's 8 creations into the pit to be undone.
The child was thrown and nearly was swallowed by the vortex of the unmaking but stubbornly held on. pulling his creations from the yawning nexus.
In the void the child swore vengeance upon the creator and sought to free himself... by any means.
Queens and kings..
Well now that i have started out on the celestial saga the story continued to evolve..
A conflict built between father and son that became more violent with each passing moment.. the Shatters fragments of the multyverse were barren but had the taint of the force of decay and of times slow march wore down on the untold newly formed reality.
The creator reached into the multiverse and pulled out the essence of entropy... and gave it form... a simple gathering of bone was given power over time and charged with its continuation.
Death was born...
Eternal guardian of all the creators creation..
The son of the creator was in fury that another would be given power over the creation that he had made.. and piloted to destroy this new creation.
The creator looked out across the vistas of realms uncountable and made into existence two female versions of his son in close approximation to his image but with great care to not give these new creations the same ruinations tendency's that pledged his first son...
One eclipsed her self in eternal shadows and of the cold of night... black queen "spade"
one in the bright wonders of her creator beaming forth light everlasting.... red queen "heart"
A conflict built between father and son that became more violent with each passing moment.. the Shatters fragments of the multyverse were barren but had the taint of the force of decay and of times slow march wore down on the untold newly formed reality.
The creator reached into the multiverse and pulled out the essence of entropy... and gave it form... a simple gathering of bone was given power over time and charged with its continuation.
Death was born...
Eternal guardian of all the creators creation..
The son of the creator was in fury that another would be given power over the creation that he had made.. and piloted to destroy this new creation.
The creator looked out across the vistas of realms uncountable and made into existence two female versions of his son in close approximation to his image but with great care to not give these new creations the same ruinations tendency's that pledged his first son...
One eclipsed her self in eternal shadows and of the cold of night... black queen "spade"
one in the bright wonders of her creator beaming forth light everlasting.... red queen "heart"
Monday, January 21, 2013
3rd day....
Well for the third day I have remained faithful enough to write something.
So now i will start discussing my ideas for my story....
The first universal truth in all fantasy and science fictional worlds is religion and inhabitants.
A universally constant religion.. or a spiritual truth that is understood by most of the world is unrealistic.... if 100 scollers of theology were gathered in front of the divine words of god there would surly be at least 30 different ideas of the meanings derived from those words.
So while pondering all of this I looked over a deck of cards and inspiration struck me...
In my worlds beginning there was a creator.... (seen as the red joker)
The creator stood in the tide of midnight... in the empty void of reality unformed...
For reasons unknown his isolation was intolerable. thus...
He began to make into reality a realm of perfection to be his home. The heavenly ether realm was formed and was masterfully created beyond all understanding.
No longer would he stand in the void.... now created reality began to emerge.
But with no one to show his wondrous world The creator fashioned a child for himself of himself to be able to be filled with wonder at its fathers creation. ( the black joker )
And for a time father and son began to make in the ether realm new and more wonderful creations.
Until the son, the first child of the creator created decay and entropy... the force of destruction. His creation was made in innocence and unknowing of its consequence.
but entropy spread thru the perfect world eating away at the creators realm.
The child's father asked that the created thing be destroyed lest the world made would be consumed by this force, but the child thinking him self wiser then his father refused.. seeking not to stop his force of destruction but to harness it for his own ends.
The creator gave his son... the first of his created children... a final chance.
But it was for not... Thou it pained him.. The creator judged his son for this action and smote a hole into the center of the entropy.. from the force of his strike.... a pit was made in the heavenly realm... the broken parts of the ether were scattered creating a multiverse.
So now i will start discussing my ideas for my story....
The first universal truth in all fantasy and science fictional worlds is religion and inhabitants.
A universally constant religion.. or a spiritual truth that is understood by most of the world is unrealistic.... if 100 scollers of theology were gathered in front of the divine words of god there would surly be at least 30 different ideas of the meanings derived from those words.
So while pondering all of this I looked over a deck of cards and inspiration struck me...
In my worlds beginning there was a creator.... (seen as the red joker)
The creator stood in the tide of midnight... in the empty void of reality unformed...
For reasons unknown his isolation was intolerable. thus...
He began to make into reality a realm of perfection to be his home. The heavenly ether realm was formed and was masterfully created beyond all understanding.
No longer would he stand in the void.... now created reality began to emerge.
But with no one to show his wondrous world The creator fashioned a child for himself of himself to be able to be filled with wonder at its fathers creation. ( the black joker )
And for a time father and son began to make in the ether realm new and more wonderful creations.
Until the son, the first child of the creator created decay and entropy... the force of destruction. His creation was made in innocence and unknowing of its consequence.
but entropy spread thru the perfect world eating away at the creators realm.
The child's father asked that the created thing be destroyed lest the world made would be consumed by this force, but the child thinking him self wiser then his father refused.. seeking not to stop his force of destruction but to harness it for his own ends.
The creator gave his son... the first of his created children... a final chance.
But it was for not... Thou it pained him.. The creator judged his son for this action and smote a hole into the center of the entropy.. from the force of his strike.... a pit was made in the heavenly realm... the broken parts of the ether were scattered creating a multiverse.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
continued foolish ventures
I'm not sure if i continue my ideas of being a writer or story teller from a vain hope of gaining fame or from a deeper soul filled purpose.. such indecision can leave a person quite perplexed in the grater schemes of things. originally there was a spirit of endless humor in my writings that seems to fall away at times
so for now i will simply walk the center path until i fall to on side or another.
so for now i will simply walk the center path until i fall to on side or another.
Reason for the name...
For the last 6 years i endured a life changing experience that has made the priority of artisticly expressing my self more important... more consuming and terrible of purpose that is has consumed my thoughts like a dreaded dark fire in the twilight hours.
Soon after I had come to the idea that many of the story's i created in of past would best serve a singular world.. and from that idea a chronicled scale of events took place in my mind.
A friend suggested that the name "The Darkfire Chronicles"..At first i simply called my work "A history of the minor apocalypse "... i'm a bit glad the first draft did not stick after all..
after a quick perusal over the internet it seemed that dark fire appeared in a number of different science fiction or fantasy works....
but few deemed in necessary to grasp for the depth I wish for my created world. Terry Pratchett was and is one of the biggest influences in my desire to become a story teller in my own right thou i highly doubt i will ever reach the numbers of people that know and love his Diskworld and those that live upon the turtles back..
But in the end that's not realy important... if one person can see your work and gets joy out of it... if you influence just one other person then yours is not a wasted life.
So then I will write my of my dark fire... and if fate is kind the flames will be illuminating after all...
Soon after I had come to the idea that many of the story's i created in of past would best serve a singular world.. and from that idea a chronicled scale of events took place in my mind.
A friend suggested that the name "The Darkfire Chronicles"..At first i simply called my work "A history of the minor apocalypse "... i'm a bit glad the first draft did not stick after all..
after a quick perusal over the internet it seemed that dark fire appeared in a number of different science fiction or fantasy works....
but few deemed in necessary to grasp for the depth I wish for my created world. Terry Pratchett was and is one of the biggest influences in my desire to become a story teller in my own right thou i highly doubt i will ever reach the numbers of people that know and love his Diskworld and those that live upon the turtles back..
But in the end that's not realy important... if one person can see your work and gets joy out of it... if you influence just one other person then yours is not a wasted life.
So then I will write my of my dark fire... and if fate is kind the flames will be illuminating after all...
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Story notes and such..
For the last number of years i have been working on a story that I just have not been able to get on paper.
This seems like the new worlds version of the pledge upon the mildly creative... a 4 year itch that no amount of ointment can cure and each try reminds me how woefully unprepared I am to express my ideas in a way large demographics of the shambling horrors who make up our society will desire to read...
So I thought
" hell with it.. I will rant on a blog for a while until i feel better and occasionally slip in some of my story ideas to the masses.
chances are this will end badly....
This seems like the new worlds version of the pledge upon the mildly creative... a 4 year itch that no amount of ointment can cure and each try reminds me how woefully unprepared I am to express my ideas in a way large demographics of the shambling horrors who make up our society will desire to read...
So I thought
" hell with it.. I will rant on a blog for a while until i feel better and occasionally slip in some of my story ideas to the masses.
chances are this will end badly....
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