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Gosh it's been forever! 

A lot has happened since my last post. 

I created a ton of lore for my world -- Check out my map stuff here

(Armor of the Clans across the Kingdom of Abatral)

There are tons of new short story possibilities that distracted me from the writing of my true story about Illum.

However, thanks to a long conversation with one of my Professional Writing buddies, I decided to scrap the five chapters I had written for my story and start over...

(Enochai Royal Guard - Human Kingdom of Abatral Royal Guard, with their Shield and Sword)

Yup.  HAHAHA.  I scrapped them all.  That would be 38 pages, and 14, 256 Words.  I scrapped 'em all. 

The best part was my buddy gave me a new directions.  So now the story starts three years after the second chapter of what I had cut.  The best part is now there are real conflicts, and a whole lot more of Character Development, which I love to see.

(Ser Roland in Book 1 - Captain of the Royal Guard)

The day that I cut all that stuff (NOT DELETED -- I have a file on my computer that basically has all my scrapped material -- funny cause I've used some of that scrapped material in what I'm writing now) was last Saturday.  After I cut all of it, I got to it.  By the end of the day I was back up to 34 pages, and a little over 12 thousand words.  That's crazy!  The next day, I wrote 14 more pages, which means I wrote more in two days than I wrote in an entire year!! :)

(Ser Roland by Book 3, as the Lord of the Military and Grand General of the Army)

Now I'm on my new Chapter 5, with 58 pages and 15, 486 words.  That is crazy!!  And I am still on a spree for this.  I keep on wanting to write, which is awesome.  The story is really taking off and I'm super siked to see where it will go!

My next couple blog post will be about the lore that I've been working.  This means that anything before now is considered Non-Canon in regards to the lore.  There may be updated stuff, but mostly it is some new stuff.  So stay up to date with my new lore things. 

(Kris Dirk of Gattag, Black Hand Agent)

The new pictures on here are drawn by me and will be used in the story I currently am writing. 


Below is the opening to the first chapter of my story. 

Hope you enjoy:

It had been three years since I left home.  Three years since I walked through those golden gates of the Royal Palace.  Three years.

Within those years, I’ve gained friends.  I’ve lost friends; and I’ve parted with friends.  The only one who remained true was my teacher, my mentor.  The only father figure that I had after mine was killed several years ago.  Yarmik.

I was only brought to the Palace to play songs for the King, to ease his troubled mind.  But I’ve become so much more.  My old teacher and the Chief Diplomat to the King, Olbridge, taught me the art of diplomacy, as well as how to read and write.  My closest friend, Prince Maollan, along with the Captain of his Royal Guard, Ser Roland, have improved upon my sword and fighting skills over the years.  But nothing, not even the superior training that Yarmik had given me, could have prepared me for what was about to come. 

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Loud thumps echoed clearly throughout the hall, as Yarmik and myself headed to that chamber that reeked of death.  I looked over at Yarmik, his scarlet robes rippling as he continued at his hasty pace.  His face was expressionless, and his cold blue pupils were as piercing as the blade that had left the scar next to his right eye.  His neatly trimmed military style dark brown hair was spikey and on point. 

I came to a stop as we stood in front of the neatly gemmed and decorated door.   Despite its appearance, the sickening smell of rotting corpses flowed from the chamber door.  It was time. 

Yarmik looked at me and gave a slight smile before moving towards the door and opening it.  Yarmik walked into the dimly lit room, and I followed.  The smell of death hit me like a brick.  Despite being in this chamber for three years, I never got used to the smell.  But today was different.  

There in the far-right corner, next to the only candles that lit the dark room, stood King Yurid of Abatral.  Growing up in the Bruqon Province, I remember idolizing his majesty.  After all, he was the Slayer of the Ten-Thousand Bandits, during Hellion’s War.   He saved my home from the pillaging and destruction caused by those blood-thirsty villains.  But now, the King was nothing more than a shell of his former self. 

His wife and daughter were dead. 

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