After staring blearily at an empty white editor box for a couple minutes, I've decided to start this off by saying -- Yes, this is yet another motivational thread (an amazing idea by the way! Thank you to those who've started before me) I've had a project that has been in the works for some time now and after some snail's pace progress, am finally satisfied with the way things are going to give you guys a sneak peek! (satisfied enough to show you the first page, the rest is burning in a pile behind me but lets keep that between us.)
A fantasy world set in Amorieas, you'll get to witness and be a part of the classic war between "good" and "evil", demons and gods. There will be many paths and side paths, that you can follow. Will you sacrifice your life and body to serve the gods and stop the demons flooding into the mid-realm? Or will you refuse, strike out on your own path, and write your own story in the world?
I won't promise daily updates, but will update you guys as content flows out. This'll also be my little "command center" for all my writing needs. (grabbing interested proofreaders, and any events that may come up.)
Enough of the boring stuff though. Here's a short (and maybe inadequate after all that build up) passage of lore that'll be in the story.
"Brother, your plan for a race of beings who inhabit the lands below is bound for disaster. The one’s who live underneath the surface are a problem enough, who’s to say these, these humans of yours would be any better?”
"Silence child, allow your brother to finish his thoughts. Wise is the one who holds his tongue."
"As I was saying , the only thing between the demons of the lower realms and our ethereal plain is the Barren Earth. It is the stepping stones to our world and it is unprotected, by the Unholy Ones. If we were to manifest onto Earth again, we risk losing our immortality, making us vulnerable and weak. But if we were to create people to protect this bridge between our realms, we would be safe, and keep our powers."
"But brother, how could they possibly hope to defeat the hordes of chaos without our godly powers?"
"I propose we give them three gifts. A Crown, therefore, they would have a leader, and not fall into disarray. Fire, so that they may create themselves weapons and tools, to rival our own. And the Guardians, so that they may have mighty generals to lead them into battle."
"My lord, my brother, what you fail to see is that these beings would be weaker willed, and their minds could easily be bent towards evil and chaos. Who's to say they won't turn on their very own creators when the time comes? We could not possibly trust them to help us."
"I believe that when the time comes, you will see that they are not as wavering as you believe. But enough bickering, my brothers and sisters in the council, now is the time to vote. Who among you stands with me in favor of humanity?"
And though with much hesitance, they all agreed that humanity would be the safeguard to protect them from the creatures of below. And humanity was created without the knowledge, that they would play any part in the survival of the gods.