Curse

Unendingfear · Sep 18, 2009, 12:57 PM // 12:57

Awesome story! =D I really like it =)

Konig Des Todes · Oct 07, 2009, 07:42 AM // 07:42

Just a note: I am very busy, but I intend to get back to writing full time (sort of) starting November (latest December!), I got two chapters done, so next one I'll update at the beginning of November - unless I get free time and write another chapter. Anyways - Enjoy!

Chapter Eight

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“It’s too windy…” A silhouette of a man whispered to himself as he took a sip of his imported Dwarven Ale. “This ‘vacation’ isn’t as good as I thought it would be…” Zasalamel Rofocale, a jack-of-all-trades freelancer, watched the docks from his boat.

“I don’t get it, why are all six gods in Arah? Usually only three of them reside here.” Zasalamel overheard a silhouette of a man ask another silhouette as the walked along.

“I don’t know. From what I hear, not even their most favored beings even know. But rumor says that they are having a debate regarding that outcasted Doric.” Said the other silhouette.

“You mean Konig? I hope they get rid of him. Filthy undead and a shame to King Doric he is! He gave up his name and his life to be a follower of Dhu-“

“Shh! You know Grenth doesn’t like his predecessor’s name being said. You’ll be punished for saying it.”

“Bah! Grenth was just a man who served under the Dorics. He gained too much for him, how could he be named successor?”

“Would you prefer the undead guy to be where Grenth is? There were few well known Necromancers before he was to fall, besides, I’d rather have someone as levelheaded as Grenth to be my judge then some sadist...” the two walked out of hearing distance of Zasalamel.

A conference on an undead? What’s the deal with this “Konig” fellow anyways? Sounds like finding out would make this “vacation” a whole lot more fun!

“Hey! Margonite! Do you have papers to dock here? Margonites usually dock at the port near the Crystal Sea, nor here.” A lean and well armored centaur strode up to Zasalamel’s ship.

“Does it matter? Who are you to tell me what to do?” Zasalamel sneered as he shuffled through some papers “I got the documents, but unless you have authority, I won’t show you.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, margonite. My name is Afzal, and I’m the Sacred Guard of Balthazar since you want to know if I have ‘authority.’” Afzal yelled at Zasalamel as Zasalamel found the documents.

“Balthazar favoring a centaur? Not surprising, I guess. Anyways, here.” Zasalamel shoved the documents into the centaur’s chest. “Say… I’m sure you’d know. I heard rumors of the gods me-“
“Rumors are rumors. Your documents check out for a week’s docking. Little long for a sea-lover, isn’t it?” Afzal handed Zasalamel back the documents and turned around to leave.

“A meeting about an undead, as I was saying. What is so special about this undead, if he’s a problem just kill him.”

“That is the problem with Konig. No one can kill him. He’s an abomination made by the former God of Death and now serves Grenth, but he and Balthazar are the only ones who don’t want to entomb him, since he’s been behaving. That is what the conference is said to be about. But not even I know.”

****

“He’s my follower; I should get the right to choose what happens to him!” A loud, deep and old voice bellowed throughout a large chamber fit to hold a dozen giants.

“This isn’t a case of which one of us he follows, Grenth. He was created by Dhuum’s power. We agreed, yourself included even, to not let any of his magic remain in Tyria – to isolate it like we’ve done before. It’s our rule about past gods: Until their magic and creations becomes indistinguishable from others, those things which a previous god created are to be isolated from the universe. This is the best way to prevent a usurping and having mortals try to take the Godpower for themselves!” A demanding female voice rose, just as loud as the God of Death’s was second before. “This is how it’s always been done since I became a god; this is how it will always be. Or do you wish to be killed by greedy mortals who will lead not only this world, but all others into chaos?”

“But Konig has been removing the followers and belongings of Dhuum. We can change his past, just as we will Dhuum’s. It will work out the same!” Grenth said, trying to find compensation for his favorite follower. “I don’t see why we have to send him to the Bone Pits just because he was influenced by Dhuum like so many others.”

“Grenth, he won’t be going to the Bone Pits like the weaker creations of Dhuum…” A shadowy figure spoke for the first time during the meeting.

“What do you mean, where else would he go? The Bone Pits were made into the worst place for souls to be sent to since Dhuum’s fall.” The God of Death questioned Abaddon, who always stayed in the shadows as of late.

“A portion of my realm was decided to house those ‘tainted’ by Dhuum. I’m sure you’re very well aware of the darker side of knowledge. Most knowledge leads to insanity; some shows the fears of beings, and there’s the torment of pain and anguish, while others are indeed good – such as how to help others. But everyone should know that knowledge leads to giving into one’s own desires and may go insane. It is because of this that part of my realm has been decided to become a prison. Specifically, the Depths of Madness – the home of knowledge which leads the quickest to insanity. Don’t worry though; it’ll still be connected to your realm, specifically through the Bone Pits, as I believe they are called.” Abaddon added the last bit with a bit of humor, pretending not to be sure on something.

“But what did Konig do to deserve this? Well!? He made a deal with Dhuum in a desire of power. Desmina made a deal with me for power. What’s the difference? Just Dhuum’s method – which is why he was replaced, but all that wasn’t Konig’s fault, his ignorance, sure, but not his fault.” Grenth said, as he started playing with his skull mask in front of him, a sign of nervousness.

“I must take Grenth’s side on this.” A bulk figure said, putting a giant sword aside at last. “Konig’s fault is only in his desire of power. Desire of power is not always a villainous act. Many of those whose actions are considered heroics throughout the histories could only have been possible through gaining power. Now, that’s not to say this Konig shouldn’t go unpunished, but he shouldn’t be dealt in the same manner as others of Dhuum. If we punish him so unjustly, we’d be no better than Dhuum!”

There was a long eerie silence gathering around the gods at those final words.

Arcole · Oct 07, 2009, 10:41 PM // 22:41

This is great! thanks for continuing the story; it's a very interesting read.

Konig Des Todes · Nov 11, 2009, 09:34 AM // 09:34

Because I'm slow and some recent developments among my family (grandma died and my mom's brothers and sisters are practically at each others throats for the inheritance), I haven't finished Chapter 10 yet (for some reason I'm finding it very hard...). I was hoping to be writing Chapter 13 at least by now but meh... Anyways! Chapter 9 for your viewing pleasure.

Chapter Nine

Zasalamel continued searching for the conference of the gods. Soon, he found himself in a corridor with deem torches poorly lighting the way. All signs pointed to leave, or that this wasn’t the area in which the gods were. But he could tell. Zasalamel didn’t know why, he just knew, and he continued down.

Soft voices grew louder, and louder, as Zasalamel moved on down the corridor, walking slowly and silently. Soon, he found his pace quicken, as if the gods were calling on him to move faster. He couldn’t stop, and was now able to make out the voices.

“If we punish him so unjustly, we’d be no better than Dhuum!” A large echoing voice finished as Zasalamel was finally able to stop at a giant doorway. Peering into the room, he saw six large figures, each distinct from the others, it had to be the gods themselves! Zasalamel – the first mortal to view all six gods at once – was able to hide his presence from them.

A female with wings and a tree-like body began gesturing. “Then how about putting him into service to the gods? Not just Grenth, but all of us, until we see it fit. And perhaps weaken him a bit as well.”

“We cannot just strip him of his power though, Konig would surely rebel against us if we tried to do that, and with his power, he could easily wreck havoc across Tyria before we catch him!” The figure with the skull said in protest to Melandru’s idea.

“If we cannot make him weaker, then why not make everyone else stronger?” The dark shadowy figure who must be Abaddon spoke.

“Stronger? What do you mean Abaddon, explain yourself.” A bright figures with folded wings demanded.

This is very interesting… I bet anyone would sell their souls to be where I am now. I wonder what money I could get for this information.

“A simple idea, really, but even the worst beings which magic has been given too haven’t been that hard to handle when fighting others with magic. So why not give magic more… spread out? Give magic to everyone, those who would do evil, would be countered by those who would do good, keeping a balance there, and in the mean time make Konig weaker, without actually weakening him.” Abaddon said as the other gods thought about his idea.

“Very well, however, we cannot make them as strong as Konig. Except for this one…” Dwayna said as she gestured her hand towards the door where Zasalamel was.

Zasalamel was lifted into the air and flung forward. “Woooaah!” Picking himself up, the realization hit him, not once was he able to hide from the gods.

“Did you enjoy listening in, Zasalamel Rofocale?” Dwayna said, smiling at his dumbfounded look. “You’ll be our little warrior to keep Konig in check for now on.”
****
“Another dark corridor… How annoying.” The dark hooded figure, Zasalamel, continued walking down to the depths of the dungeons in the Catacombs. “Why was he put all the way down here?”

“The gods’ orders. ‘Put him in the furthest place from society, guards.’ That’s what they said.” A darkly cloaked guard said as he moved in front of the newest so called prophet of the gods. A bloody Margonite gets chosen to be the gods’ strongest warrior just because he was an eavesdropper. How pathetic.

Zasalamel and his three escorts continued moving, deeper into the catacombs underneath Arah. The further they went, the less the structures look Orrian. Soon, they were walking in stone caverns which had no distinctness to the structures except unusual pillars. The engravings and serpents around the pillars with their gems for eyes made the dungeon all the more creepier when the torch light passed over them.

“We’re almost there sir.” The guard to Zasalamel’s left said as he looked around. “This place always gives me the creeps… I sometimes feel like there’s some ancient being wanting to swallow me whole down here…”

“That’s just an urban legend, quit peeing your pants over nothing.” The guard in front pushed through a door on the side, “We’re here. Hey! Monster! Looks like you’re in luck.”

“I told you, if you ever called me monster, I’d kill you.” A dark, bound, figure spoke in a rash voice, “I take it I’m finally free after all this time? Good, now I can kill you basta-“

“Not quite, Konig.” Zasalamel took his new scythe – which Konig stole from Byleth – and cut the lich’s bindings apart. “I’ve been put in charge of making sure you don’t get out of hand. You’re released on two conditions – I stay with you, and you serve the gods till they deem your service enough and you are let go.”

Konig stood up and stretched his arms and legs, staring Zasalamel in the eyes the whole time. “I guess I don’t have much say in the matter. As long as I don’t have to go kissing babies for charity, I can survive I suppose.”

“Good, then let’s go.” Zasalamel turned to head out, stopping when he heard some mumbling. Seconds later, his three guards were scattered across the room, blood covering the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.

“You’re lucky that you stopped, that spell targets moving creatures in my eyesight only. Word of advice, even if I am forced to serve the gods, I will not subject myself to a weaker being. Every chance I get, I will try to kill yo-“ Konig ended abrubtly as his throat was cut and a hole appeared in his chest.

“Weaker? All six gods blessed me and granted their own magic to me. I am far stronger than you. Now that you cannot talk, let’s go find a cleric to heal that hole of yours. Although I do think it looks good on you.” Zasalamel walked away as Konig tried to shout, but found no sound coming out.

Konig Des Todes · Jan 11, 2010, 10:37 PM // 22:37

I meant to put this up last week, but missed it. I'm currently working on chapter 11, should have it done for next week. If not, I think I'll just update monthly instead of weekly. I got up to chapter 19 planned out in events, and just need to write it out. Figure this will finish up by chapter 23-ish.

Chapter Ten

A broad and tall man pushes his small boat off of the shore into the sparkling Crystal Sea. He rowed as fast as he could, not bothering to enjoy the view as many do. Those blasted serpents accuse him and his now-dead crew of slaughtering some of their highest order. Jadoth rowed on for countless days into the Crystal Sea until he came upon a small oasis of an island. Hiding his boat, he waited for days, fearing when the Forgotten will find him.

Over a month and a half have passed since Jadoth fled to his little sanctuary of an island, no Forgotten has appeared, no life at all has passed aside from the occasional school of fish or turtle. The wait… not knowing if it is safe to leave… all of it was unbearable, driving Jadoth insane – Is it safe to go out? Are they still after me? If I leave, can I escape from them? Will they find me if I stay?

Jadoth laid down as the sun set, he eases his mind from the questions and worries and drifts off to sleep. For once in a long while, he has a calm and peaceful rest.

Laughter and singing filled the tavern of the city of Amnoon. Tankards of ale were picked up full and placed down empty as Jadoth laughed and enjoyed the evening with his crew, the crew listened to the first mate as he bragged about their captain’s exploits – how courageous it was for Jadoth to dive into the sea and fight with the sea monster, and how he was able to out swim the boat – all of which were exaggerated more and more as they were told.

The doors of the tavern suddenly burst open and the laughter silence almost instantly as the upright serpents slithered in and surrounded the crew. “We have found you at lassst. You should have known that you wouldn’t get away with your crimesss!”

“Crimes? What crimes are you talking about! We’ve done nothing wrong!” One of the crewmen shouted, and in response a serpent brought a blade through his chest.

“How dare you! If my men did anything wrong, I shall be the one to take responsibility! Tell me the crimes and keep your own men under control, snake!” Jadoth stood in fury as his crewman’s last breath wisped out of his body.

“The crime of your band of criminals was the slaughter of our elders! And all of you were seen at the scene of the crime!” The leader of the serpents stated as he gave a signal Jadoth barely noticed.

“Move men!” Jadoth gave the order as he drew his spear, his favorite of all weapons, and put it to the throat of the serpents’ leader. His men scattered as blades of all kinds were placed at where they were seconds before. “We did no such thing, we have been either on the dock or in this tavern all day celebrating yesterday’s successful run.”

Chaos erupted in the tavern and blood was spilt – human and serpent alike.

A jolt was sent through Jadoth’s body as he woke from the beloved dream turned nightmare. Walking to the coast to wash up, Jadoth peered into the seemingly endless waves and froze in horror at the sight he saw upon the waves: a fleet of warships of the Forgotten heading towards the island.

Falling to his knees, Jadoth wept in sorrow that they have found him at last. Knowing it was his last hope, he prayed to the god of water for salvation.

****

Deciding to take his time on his way to his destination, Abaddon slowly floated along the sparkling waters of the Crystal Sea. Nearing his destination, Abaddon started to hear a whisper, a prayer to him, floating along the waves.

~Abaddon! Lord of the Everlasting Depths, Keeper of Secrets, open mine eyes and bestow upon me the knowledge of the Abyss that I might smite mine enemies and send them to the watery depths!~

Abaddon sighed and paused, seeking who it was that wished for his gift of power. In an instant, he knew of the suffering Jadoth went through, and he set out to the island at a great speed, splitting the water behind his path.

As he arrives, the ships are nearing the island. Pausing for a brief moment, Abaddon swirled his hands as he spoke. “Torcendo le acque, il fuoco di caduta, inghiotte queste navi nel dolore…”

With his final words, he watched as his magic worked.

****

Jadoth sat there, watching in fear as the ships approached closer and closer. Loud clashing waves woke him from his trance of terror. He looked around for the source, of the harsh water but didn’t find anything around him which would cause such waves, and surely the sound couldn’t come from the other side of the island.

Shaking his head, Jadoth stood as he saw water pass his feet from the other side of the island. He turned around and saw the entire ground soaking from the water that just passed him. Hearing shouts, he turned once more and saw whirlpools forming all around the Forgotten ships, the sky darkened and the stars grew brighter until they fell from the sky. Forgotten after Forgotten fell from the ship, ships caught on fire and turned over from the clashing waves. Abaddon had answered his prayers.

Jadoth fell back to his knees and thanked his god. As he did so, Abaddon came to stand next to him – shrinking his size to be that of a large human.

“Jadoth, stand, and follow me.” Abaddon said to his new personal follower. “Follow me and you shall gain more power than you could believe.”

“My lord, Abaddon, I desire no power, only salvation, and you have my eternal gratitude. Tell me where to go, and I shall listen.”

“I think I’ll like having you around, Jadoth. Come, I have a task to be done, and you shall help.” Abaddon lifted his left hand and the sand beneath Jadoth cleared as power coursed through him “This is enough power for now, you’ll be able to keep up with me like this.”

“Where are we going, Lord Abaddon?” Jadoth wondered as he followed Abaddon above the waves.

“To the Temple of the Six Gods, where the Heaven’s Gate lie.”

Konig Des Todes · Feb 02, 2010, 09:14 AM // 09:14

Here you go, enjoy those who still read but never comment. Despite my busy life, I might be able to hasten my writing of this to once every two weeks, instead of once a month.

Chapter Eleven

“A month ago, Abaddon had done his job. He gave out magic to the races, it took time for the races to realize they had this new power, and I doubt all do even now. At first, magic was used to heal the sick and strengthen defenses. Only peaceful means were known, and six schools of the gods have been formed or expanded. Sadly, many wars have broken out since that revelation was made.” A man in a hood said to himself, not caring for those who heard him.

“’Sadly?’ What is so sad about death? It’s just a part of life.” The dark figure in a cloak said as he grabbed a cup of ale to drink.

“If death is a part of life, why are you so afraid of it you sold your soul to Dhuum to prevent it?” The first hooded man asked his companion.

“I never asked for the prevention of death. But that doesn’t matter right now, why did we have to come back to Orr anyways? You know I hate this place.” Konig said as he pulled the cloak back over his exposed arm.

“The events have surely put the gods in a bind. Abaddon has fled to the Crystal Sea after his two acts. Ironic though, that the Crystal Sea is now filled with crystals. Anyways, the gods are sure to need our help. They may be gods, but they are only five.”

“I’d rather wait for them to summon us. I hate that place.” Konig eyed those who passed by the two with lifeless eyes. “Besides, I still don’t feel like I’m at my best yet. Over two decades of doing nothing and you guys expect me to move around like nothing happened.”

A bunch of people who looked like mercenaries stepped out of a nearby tavern as Zasalamel scrapped some animal feces off of his shoes. “The caravan heading to Arah should arrive any moment. I’m going to look around for it, try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

“Can’t promise anything. Have fun.” Konig said as Zasalamel got up and moved toward where the caravan was said to meet the two.

“Are you the one called Konig Des Todes?” One of the men from the tavern had snuck up on Konig while he wasn’t paying attention.

“Depends on why you want to know.” Konig replied without even glancing and started muttering under his breath.

“That means you are!” The man quickly whipped out a dagger and lunged toward Konig. The blade snapped in half as Konig stopped muttering and the man jumped back to the rest of his group.

The tallest man muttered a few words, the ground and walls around Konig began icing over then the ice reached out for Konig, ensnaring his arms and legs instantly.

“An ice prison? Is this really all you have?”

Like on queue, the shortest man softly spoke as Konig finished his question “Indistino Colpo.” His fingertips seemed to extend in the darkness until they reached the light and a shadowy skeletal hand became visible. The shade shot towards Konig and pierces his chest with all ten fingers.

“Bored now… Let me show you how it is done: Geistlich Angst.” Silence rang through the street as the group of men just stared at each other and shrugged. A thud echoed through the silent street, then another and another, until every man fell down, all that remained was the shouts of agony only heard by a select few. “That was fun while it lasted.”

“I thought I said not to get into trouble…” Zasalamel said as he returned. “The caravan is just around the bend over there, let’s go.

“Do you think I asked to be frozen? Actually, I think I would rather be frozen than going back to Arah… Do you think resurrecting these guys to kill them would be mean?” A corpse rocked back and forth as Konig gently kicked it, pondering ways to remove his boredom.

“Not going to answer, just come on.” Zasalamel grabbed Konig’s cloak and started to drag him to the caravan.

****

“To think that we had to meet here again already,” the twins that make up Lyssa was saying, finishing each other’s sentence, “things have become turbulent as of late, hasn’t it?”

“I wonder why it is that beings wish to create constant conflicts with each other; it makes no sense, why can’t creatures exist in peace?” The feathered woman was fighting back the threat of tears while thinking of the various conflicts that have sprouted up in the past month.

“Ahahaha! Good one Dwayna, peace among races with different views of life. Think about it, if there are disagreements in belief then there will be arguments, and eventually arguments will become conflicts through extremists. War is an aspect of life, why do you think I govern it? Because it is inevitable!” Flames were attempting to engulf Balthazar as he began laughing in the gods’ conference room.

“Unnecessary death doesn’t have to be inevitable, and it pains me to see such suffering. I wonder if you’re lacking in emotions in more than your private life.”

“Enough you two!” Silence rang through the room, waiting for Grenth to continue. “We need to figure out the best way to fix this conflict. I think it is obvious to all of us that Abaddon was too carefree in giving out magic to the races. The power average beings now have is on par to that which Konig and Zasalamel were given, this cannot go on.”

“Yes, yes, we got that. We must do something, but what?” Balthazar was saying as he showed his annoyance of the topic as he frowned.

The nature goddess “Even for the five of us, settling the conflicts that are appearing across the world will be tough.”

“Tough or not, we need to do something. I suggest we split up – one of us in an area with followers should be enough to calm things down. From what we know, the worst conflicts are in southern Cantha and eastern Elona. Who’ll go there?”

Grenth quickly made sure he was the one to go to Cantha, leaving Lyssa with Elona.

“Then it’s settled. Get going.” Dwayna’s voice echoed in the hall as the two gods left from the meeting.

****

Sitting like a large lump of dirt, the god of secrets stared into the sea of his domain on Tyria. Worrying about his god, Jadoth is walking up to Abaddon to confront him for the first time in the past month.

“My lord, is something wrong?” The lean man asks while walking up to Abaddon.

“It’s wrong… I was wrong… My calculations were perfect, I put in every variable perfectly… but it didn’t turn out right…” Sighing, Abaddon stood and walked away. “They’ll surely come after me for this… What went wrong…”

“Nothing went wrong~ It went just as I told you it would, Abaddon~” A bellowing and dry voice spoke coming out of no where.

Startled, Abaddon began searching for the owner’s location. “You didn’t say that the wars would be so great. We both knew that the conflicts would rise, but they should have stopped!”

“Humans are said to be the only greedy race… in truth, any race that doesn’t want to welcome me is greedy~”

Confused and still startled, Jadoth went up to his god while searching continuously for the voices’ source. “My lord, who is this foul voi-“

“SILENCE! Do not tempt me to kill you, being Abaddon’s favorite doesn’t mean you’re free of my wrath~”

“You don’t need to know for now, Jadoth… But what to do now…”

“It’s simple… build an army~ Those Margonites follow you, use them, turn them into stronger soldiers~ You’ll need all the help you can use, so bless them!~”

“Jadoth…” Abaddon, turning to Jadoth, ordered him to gather as many as would come under him.

“I understand my lord; I shall gather my brethren… though I don’t trust this… thing.” Jadoth left jolting, keeping an eye out for the bodiless voice.

“I don’t understand why you never wanted your own following before~”

“Never needed any and they seemed like a hassle, but can I count on you to join me if a battle is inevitable?”

“Of course, anything for revenge and regaining my rightful place~”

“Good to know… Dhuum”

Konig Des Todes · Mar 18, 2010, 10:23 PM // 22:23

Apologies to those who read this tale of death and mayhem for not updating at the beginning of this month (I'm not very reliable on this thing's deadlines am I?)

Since February I have been contemplating rewriting this from the beginning as I have a lot of new ideas for the story - both in the beginning, middle, and later on - and along with that reformatting - as such, along with having a rather busy life right now, I have not gotten the time to continue writing (or much certainty if I should continue until I figured out what I was doing).

However, I, now, have figured out what to do. I have begun rewriting, and have gotten a whole chapter (in one day, rather surprising to myself considering my time restraints! o.o). I am unsure whether I want to release the rewrite in sections or to release it all at once. Perhaps some feedback will help me convince myself of which.

Anyways, just a little outline of what I'm rewriting:

I'm changing a few things here and there throughout the entire thing.
I'm editing the writing style (I am hating the earlier chapters).
I rewrote the prologue into something much better.
I have taken chapter 1 and split it into two chapters, expanding upon Konig's life before fleeing - though only one chapter focuses on that.
Chapter 2 and 3 will just get minor reworks, I may add in a new chapter for the then chapter 5 (which will take place between the now chapters 3 and 4) of Desmina and Konig meeting - not sure on this yet.
I'll expand a bit more into Asbel, Byleth, Grenth, and Desmina (they got so little spotlight!).
I might be reworking Grenth's personality as a whole - originally I wanted to make him out as a senile genius, but I don't think I hit that, but I got a slightly different idea of what to make of him now.

That's all I can share without saying what I intend to change of the unreleased written and unwritten parts from the original idea.

Though I will say that I am changing the overall arcing plot of Konig's story - there are a total of five "books" and the plot I have in mind reaches throughout all five, especially the fourth. Before the plot was just some lich who witnessed and at times had devastating effects on things - whether be on purpose of accident. Though that remains, more or less, I've changed it to focus around <spoiler alert will not tell>.

Maybe as a fun read I'll release later on what I wanted to make out of all my characters, and what I turned them into - along with how I explain certain things which may clash, or seem to clash, with known lore - as being a lore lover, I hate going against lore, but my rewrite won't be at all (kinda).

hawk3y3 · Mar 18, 2010, 11:20 PM // 23:20

Good to see that your still hanging in their König.

At any rate, change can be good. It seems you are putting a lot of effort into this. I applaud you.

Just goes to show there is someone even more dedicated than me on this forum channel.

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Edit!: That's saying a whole lot, coming from me. >_>

Konig Des Todes · Mar 18, 2010, 11:34 PM // 23:34

If there's one thing about me that's absolute: I hate unfinished projects. If I start something I want it done. Which is why I'm having so much time issues, with GW-related projects alone, I have fixing up the lore in the official GW1 Wiki, moderating both gurus, writing this fan-fiction, working on my last two GW videos, about 7 more titles on my sin and a lot more on other characters, the Test Krewe stuff, keeping the official GW2 wiki up to date and accurate, and the next (and last, for me) MantleCon coming up next month.

And then there's a lot of non-GW things as well... x.x Primarily classes, other free writing, and reading.

I know rewriting this will make it longer, but I'd rather have it at a good level than just continuing with something half-assed. Also, rewriting it has been going much faster than how long the previous chapters took to write, so I hope that rewriting it will make the whole thing move along faster.

hawk3y3 · Mar 19, 2010, 12:20 AM // 00:20

Looks like you are keeping busy then. Now that I think about it though, I never have completed a free writing project. Either I lose contact with people or I just lose interest in what I am writing. Usually other things get in the way. Currently, it is two PSX RPGs (Legend of the Dragoon and Wild Arms 2) that have been keeping me busy.

Hopefully, the momentum for you (and I) continues. Weekly writings that are timed for 45 minutes tend to suck all my creativity out into a thesis statement

Madruk Dhuum · Apr 01, 2010, 06:16 AM // 06:16

I found this to be a very enjoyable read and I can't wait to see more.

Konig Des Todes · Apr 22, 2010, 05:06 PM // 17:06

The Bad: Last Thursday I lost my flash drive which had a lot of files that were not backed up. So I lost a lot of stuff - including things from the fan fiction. This means that it may be pushed back from when I wanted to start re-releasing the chapters (June 1st). But...

The Good: I was able to find chapter 1 and half of chapter 2 (the first and last quarter of the chapter), so not all is lost. However...

The Bad part 2: I ended up losing a majority of the revision of the prologue and the middle half of chapter 2. Thankfully,

The Good part 2: I remember everything that I lost, and rewriting it shouldn't be too hard, I just need to make sure I write it down as well as I did last time.

The Interesting: I have decided to create "extra chapters" which are basically chapters that do not directly tie into the story, but do hold relevance and are things I wanted to explain rather than leave up in the air. These will either be influencing or influenced by the previous or the next chapter, and the writing style may or may not change - for instance, the extra chapter may be written in first person view, or the view of a minor character, it could also be a vision, a dream, or even a letter.

Thus far I have three of them planned: the Prologue, in between chapters 3 and 4 (thus deemed "Chapter 3.5"), and in between chapters 7 and 8 (thus deemed "Chapter 7.5").

There is no set place for where these extras will be slipped in, but none of them are really fitting to be put in the actual story, but they are very much tied into the fan-fiction.

The Interesting part 2 (because it needed a part 2): I have also just worked out what I want for up to chapter 17 - so while I only have more or less 2 chapters written, I have 17 chapters planned out (yay!), which is basically chapters 1-7 of the original version. Yes, I'll be adding 10 chapters, not including the "extra chapters."

Now you'll learn the true reason why Konig was imprisoned under Arah!

That's all for now!

Grape Bird · May 02, 2010, 01:39 AM // 01:39

Like the whole idea of a sceenshot added to the actual story.
Didn't have time to read each chapter, but a few small things:

Words in all caps, and grammatical errors like having a question end in ?!?!?!, *action* , italicized words for emphasis, adding unnecessary letters to the end of words (ex. ohhhhhhh)

All of the above are things that you, as a writer, should be able to express through either word choice or sentence structure. Also, it makes you sound like a wanna-be writer who resorts to fanfiction; and that is one thing that I hope you aren't. You have talent, kid. So show it.

Konig Des Todes · May 02, 2010, 07:38 PM // 19:38

If you read the last few posts, you'd note that I am rewriting this (and have already removed half the things you pointed out). And when I first started writing this I was literally starting out.

I don't see the issue of italicized or capitalized words for emphasis or "very loud" shouting (respectively). And I even see it done a lot in a variety of works. Adding unnecessary letters, when speaking, shows that the character is extending the word while speaking. Many things you pointed out shouldn't be used outside of quoting, but are not that bad for speaking.

Konig Des Todes · May 30, 2010, 02:28 AM // 02:28

News, good news, bad news, and a question for readers:

Firstly, news: Once I start posting again, I'll start a new thread - a fresh start.

Secondly, good news: While I'm not where I wanted to be (which was chapter 10), I have enough written out to post by June 4th.

However, the bad news comes in: I intended to have an artist do a couple quick works to replace the screenshots as people really enjoyed them. However, said artist lost her internet a couple days ago and will be unable to complete the work. So I won't have the intended works for June 4th and June 7th.

Which brings us to the question: Would you, the readers, want me to wait until I can get a different artist and get the work(s) necessary, or would you prefer for me to just repost from the get-go?

Let me know what you want.

Tommy's · May 30, 2010, 05:30 PM // 17:30

Get the art first D: Really I enjoy reading stories with pictures to it (much better then screenshots

) Brings stuff more to life. If you add them later its just a nice read and then a nice pictures. Better to bring 'm out at the same moment imo. Looking forward to it :3