Since I formatted my computer and lost my scanning program, I'm just putting this post as a placeholder.

I made some illustrations in my free time of mostly Dardeep, mostly ranging from environment to technology, as well as a few dabs on architecture (which I'm not very good at). This placeholder will keep things fresh in my mind; feel free not to ( Read more... )

Apparently the post was eaten.
Here are the points I changed:

1-Lights end is gone.
2-Adorai history and lore is gone.
3-two new kingdoms are in; Laerran, a small country of 1 major city lies between Tharnil and the Wild, and Darnuur are the remains of country near Laerran. Laerran is being developed.
4- Darnuur was the original Dardeep, but the latter ( Read more... )

I'm up late.
I have work tomorrow.
At 9 A.M. I'll sorely regret it, but I can't sleep with this on my mind.

Dardeep:

Dardeep is a country that lies southeast of Atarnor, eastwards from the Gap, and north-west from the Durel Mountains (the ones far east). Its culture is similar to a mix between Roman and German, with a hint of France, all dipped in ( Read more... )

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And with a pen and the program Paint, I post these works of Ar'Sorai handwriting samples, followed by human samples.


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I hate myself…I couldn’t sleep until I wrote this down.

This is a World Building Snippet.

A smooth, calm voice echoed through the seventh Hall of Prayers in Atarnor. Street lights rose up as the prayer leader finished his words, as citizens of Atarnor left their houses. Children raced along the wide roads for the monthly evening feast, as ( Read more... )

Following the first attempt at world-building for the Ar'Sorai, making them a language and customs, I head off to design the Hajaari.

Hajaari

The name Hajaari is derived from huguru, which means stone in Soraiden. The singular and plural of Hajaari are the same. The Hajaari are humanoid giants, with a fairly stable shade of rock-like skin tone (some ( Read more... )

I'm thinking of two titles: Forgotten Lineage, Lost Blood, or the Diplomat.
Sorry, three.

So, I continue from where I left last.

Hugs. ^_^

It's a day after the festival, and there is something dark at the horizon. The story is pretty fast-paced. AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY.

Sorry, I keep critizing myself, and it's driving me nuts. If I continue, I won't ( Read more... )

Malorn’s life was dull in the vast fields north of Dardeep. For nineteen falls he harvested and sold, tending to his elderly grandmother in the tranquil village of Vanor. Every harvest there would be a feast, in which every farm-tender would bring his most promising crops to share with the villagers. This Harvest Festival’s happiness was tainted by ( Read more... )