Melkor

World Creation - High Fantasy

As we go on we'll have to move more and more away from abstract because that works well with creation but not so much with anything past that.

Mark of the demon.

Hal, I just got around it reading your post. I really enjoyed it, not only because you know how to write but the structure you used. You began with walking and ended with walking. That was something that I learned was suppose to be done in writing but I've never been able to do it affectivly. I just want to say that I appreciate your writing skill.

World Creation - High Fantasy

Eventhough you didn't write abstactly Scrubmage, I enjoyed the idea of your post, how you're describing what I must be like to suddenly come into exsistance.

World Creation - High Fantasy

Avalain stood in awe with his kin as Ravien carved the world into shape and made the sun and the moon from thought. He watched as Ravein made the Archons and his brothers and sisters obey what Ravien had tasked them with doing. Avalain saw all of this and began plotting it’s destruction, for that was the part of Ravien’s mind from which he was born.

Avalain descended unto the world and, while none could see him, or so he thought, he began corrupting the mind of the Archon who was named Oreth. The mind of one who is not divine is simple and thus easily corrupted. He did this quickly and ascended to the heavens to watch the gods do their master’s bidding. He watched as the stars where created and how Volorr shaped the desert with fruitful oasis’s.

Avalain descended again to the world and formed a whole to the center. Fiery and destructive as it was he found a birthplace for his creations. Avalain reached into the magma and took it and crafted a being in the deep. “Deabor.” He called it. He saw what he had done and made more, calling them his children.

Mark of the demon.

Alrighty then.

Mark of the demon.

if the advanced tech is powered by magic then sure. I guess.

Mark of the demon.

What you are doing is comparing magic to technology. Sure our characters wont be able to tell the difference but we will and that'll affect our writing.

Mark of the demon.

Cylus's eyes shot opened and he reached for his waist, expecting to find his sword but only to find that he was laying in a bed. He looked around the room for any indication of where he was, he found none but he did spot his sword and bow on a table against the wall. The old man threw the blankets off of himself and attempted to stand but fell to the ground with a loud thud. He heard the footfalls of someone running from outside of the room. The door swung open, Cylus turned his head so he could see who it was.

The aging woman in the doorway looked startled and yelled something out the door, not long afterward a younger man came rushing into the room. They, together lifted Cylus from the floor to the bed again. The old man provided no resistance, he knew he was too weak. The woman was saying something but Cylus could not understand, it sounded as if she was speaking another language. He passed out.

The next time Cylus came to he was in the same bed and the woman was tending to his wounds. "You're awake!" She squealed with delight.

"I know that face." He said weakly, finally recognizing her as Mira the old medicine woman in Astoria. She smiled and began to say something but he passed out once again.

When he once again awoke his stomach yelled at him to eat something. He felt alive again and well, though still weaker than he’d like to be. He stood with a bit of effort thoughts racing through his head. He saw that his possessions were still on the table. But he did not go to them. He sat on the ground and meditated. He needed to clear his mind.

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After his meditation he arose, gathered his possessions and left quietly. He arrived at his home without crossing another, most were doing their work and not in the streets. He entered his home and went to his garden to find that his flowers were dying and becoming wilted. He watered them and moved them to the sunlight. It was midday and the old man was tired. He went to his bed and slept.

World Creation - High Fantasy

Ravien moved west upon the world and formed trees. He gathered them into forests and there he stood, he was satisfied with this. He made the elves and gave them gifts of nature and long life. He saw this and thought it good. He gave life to the world and filled it with beasts. He saw his creations and deemed them good. Ravien took the branch from a tree and the wove the grass into string, he crafted a bow. He took a bird and plucked it’s feathers, and carved stones and made arrows. He gifted this to the elves doing what he knew was tasked to the archons. But he loved his creations so and tended to them. He gave them knowledge and made many more elves.

Ravien knew something was amiss. He listened and heard the evil thoughts that Avalain had poured into Oreth. Ravien however did naught for he knew this would happen and also knew the end would not falter. The god erected homes for the elves within the trees and shaped the land with rolling hills and lakes of water. He made an area for himself and called it home. The elves called it the Elder Grove. Ravien made it so none may enter without permission. Not even the gods, his first creations.

World Creation - High Fantasy

When your character is doing something that needs more detail you can go from abstact to normal writing. I guess I want creation to be more abstact to make it sound really cool.